Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2954: 600: Nightmare Four Emperors!
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
Even for Level 10 existences within the Pan-Plane, the least valuable supreme treasure remains a coveted dream, sufficient to serve as a cherished heirloom if claimed.
Legendary Wizards, on the other hand, rely on Legendary Wizard Tools tailored for greater harmony with their essence.
Within the Council Treasury, a collection of supreme treasures lingers, deposited by countless Legendary Wizards prior to their demise across the span of 300,000 years.
Yet the reserves of supreme treasures remain scarce, insufficient to draw hordes of Level 10 beings, though the Nora Council holds the expertise and resources needed to forge fresh supreme treasures.
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Land of Darkness.
Inside a blazing star, Master Bao Long persisted in his solitary forging until a striking figure in a silver robe sparkling with stars abruptly emerged.
"Mr. Silver, Fermont?"
Master Bao Long halted his labor.
"I’ve met Master Bao Long.""What brings you to me?"
"We seek a lasting partnership with you: we supply the materials, you craft supreme treasures for us, and the payment follows your standard rates."
"Very well, though my fees are steep."
"That's fine."
With the pact sealed, Master Bao Long watched Mr. Silver fade away, his face etched with contemplation; his guiding principle stayed true to laboring for gold alone, irrespective of the patron or their affiliation.
This approach embodied pure neutrality.
Thus, across eras from antiquity to now, scarce few have dared to harass Master Bao Long.
That said, challengers have arisen.
Master Bao Long ventured deep into the Fiery Flame Star, accessing a storage chamber brimming with materials—piles of Level 9 Ore and even Level 10 Divine Items.
Alongside these, corpses radiated chilling presences: demons, gods, mythical beasts, Nightmare Monarchs...
These relics hailed from unwelcome intruders who had attempted to stir chaos.
All shared the identical conclusion.
Death!
Were the Amethyst Saint to behold the volume and might of these cadavers, he'd scarcely maintain his notion that "Master Bao Long holds little ground against him."
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Red Plane.
The external gales and upheavals failed to pierce the Fire Sovereign’s deep sleep; he clutched the Ten Suns greatsword, his snores booming like thunder, projecting an image of utter innocence.
He bided his time.
Awaiting the signal from that figure to unleash the assault!
Death might claim him, curtailing this endless existence.
Or survival could grant him visions of Sauron’s unfolding realms.
Either way, remorse evaded him for the path chosen 300,000 years prior.
The moment he resolved to draw in the [Primordial Spark]’s essence and venture into that perilously exalted Supreme Realm, his blade lay poised.
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Nightmare World.
Domain of Ignorance.
This domain stands as the Ignorant Monarch's secret weapon, a manifestation of life's Blind Foolishness across the Multidimensional Plane, harboring boundless power.
The Nightmare World’s capacity to rival the astral world stems from harboring hundreds of Nightmare Monarchs, establishing it as a genuine haven for titans.
The pinnacle four are homegrown Nightmare Monarchs, renowned as the [Nightmare Four Emperors].
These entities trail only Level 11 in prowess, their standing mirroring rulers beyond the Abyss's 660th layer or the astral world’s foremost ten Supreme Gods.
Among the Four Emperors sits the Ignorant Monarch, joined by the [Lost Monarch], [Disaster Monarch], and [Archdevil of Hell].
Ignorance, loss, calamity, demise—these form the Four Supreme Terrors buried within every sentient's hidden mind.
A realm of indescribable enchantment, bereft of bearings, an infinite white void pierced only by a majestic ancient tree rising skyward.
Under its canopy, a silhouette draped in ebony satin meditated in lotus position, visage concealed, with a shattered stone tablet lodged at the tree's roots behind him.
"Splendid, bit by bit, I grasp it all."
The form burst into frenzied yells, limbs thrashing about; it proved to be the Ignorant Monarch, the ultimate fool among existences, though a wisdom tree loomed at his back—a force deemed accessible solely to paragons of insight.
Everything traced back to 300,000 years ago, when he stumbled upon that fractured tablet, and from then on, the Ignorant Monarch shed his ignorance.
He evolved into the Nightmare World’s sharpest intellect.
Across battles, he donned the strategist’s mantle, comprehending eras past and current through his formidable Astrology Ability, invariably steering the Nightmare World toward conquest.
Indeed, while Dao spawns one, darkness breeds ten; the astral world likewise nurtured a sage dubbed the [Great Prophet], matching the Ignorant Monarch in wit and vigor, akin to coiling dragon versus soaring phoenix.
The elder tree quivered, and the Ignorant Monarch unveiled his gaze.
He perceived three presences entering his territory.
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"Greetings to the Ignorant Monarch."
The Devouring Sky Demon Lord dipped in slight obeisance, accompanied by the [Void Sovereign] and [Blood Sea Mosquito Lord] at his flanks, both mirroring his deference.
"You come to me, hoping I'll end my retreat?"
The Ignorant Monarch anticipated their intent.
The Devouring Sky Demon Lord declared:
"Yes, we've assembled almost sixty Nightmare Monarchs already, and upon hitting one hundred, we can unleash a massive cleansing upon the Pan-Plane, humbling those creatures and seizing the chance to disseminate dread while fortifying our reign."
The Ignorant Monarch responded:
"I'm immersed in contemplating wisdom right now, with no leisure for involvement."
The Devouring Sky Demon Lord pressed:
"Yet the Lost Monarch demands we include you. As you realize, absent your guidance, the Nightmare World can't wage a full-scale conflict."
The Void Demon Lord chimed in supportively:
"Precisely, precisely, you're the mind guiding our Nightmare World."
The Blood Sea Mosquito Lord seized the opening for praise, adding: "With your intervention, we'll subjugate the Pan-Plane and Nora within a mere century!"
The Ignorant Monarch appeared warmed by their adulation.
A faint smile curved his lips, tinged with arrogance, as he stated:
"Fine, given your fervent summons, I'll partake in this campaign, but relay to the Lost Monarch: trivial skirmishes hold no interest for me, yet in pivotal clashes, obey my directives without question, or count me out."