Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 3037: 621: Supreme Artifact Proof of Chaos!

Levi personally amassed 50 trillion.

The other 50 trillion came from a loan via the Council Treasury.

This sum suffices for the council to craft more than a thousand Sun Refining Artifacts.

A typical legendary wizard might ready just ten trillion at most.

Yet Levi refused to take risks, hence his massive preparation.

Beyond that, he gathered numerous other rare treasures.

He worried even this vast hoard might fail to bridge the void.

Only as a last resort would he burn his own lifespan.

His lifespan remained plentiful, but each moment had been earned through struggle.

Now, Emmon looked up at the sky.

The nine mighty powerhouses had dissipated like mist, becoming nine streams of throbbing Divine Light.

Each stream differed in hue, representing one of the nine attributes.

At that instant, Levi revealed the last piece: [Light Candle].

Sauron had crafted it from the remains of multiple Gods, granting it supreme quality.

The candle flew to the array's highest Light position and began melting rapidly. It morphed into a pure milky-white sacred vapor, ascending skyward.

And with that.

The ten streams twisted together, whirling and summoning elemental forces across a million miles.

Emmon murmured inwardly:

"With anomalies spawned from these rarities, during the looming Great Tribulation of Artifacts, no other legendary wizard besides Levi could possibly survive..."

The Frost Witch materialized, declaring:

"I’ll help watch over things too. This pivotal juncture must stay undisturbed; prevent any troublemakers from stirring chaos."

...

Ancient Dragon Continent.

In this period, Elena halted her cultivation.

During Levi’s tribulation, she kept her eyes wide open.

In the fairyland, their three children awaited their father’s homecoming.

Pharmacist Association.

Triss had completed research on every Nightmare Series breakthrough potion from first to ninth circle. After approval, they hit the shelves at Gandalf Pharmacy.

The path to riches progressed yet another stride.

She stared afar.

"It’s far from finished... This legendary saga defies all expectations."

...

Land of Darkness.

The Abyss Well tore open, and a shadowy demon’s form slipped out silently.

It radiated a level-10 aura, ruling the 356th layer of the Abyss.

Shadow Demon King.

Recently, it had broken through to Level 10 Middle Stage.

Its visit stemmed from one purpose: to plunge suicidally into the Dusk Palace Master’s legendary tribulation and sabotage it.

Causing his downfall made the cost irrelevant.

Abyss Layer 666.

The Chaotic Servant lounged on a throne stacked with Divine Bones.

The Shadow Demon King was its pawn, naturally—Abyss Lords lack such suicidal zeal.

It doubted success, yet deemed it worth attempting.

Should luck favor it, the Abyss would gain enormously.

...

Nightmare World.

The Ghost Alley Monarch shuddered inwardly.

Latest reports from the front confirmed the Dusk Palace Master advancing to legendary rank.

Success would bring unthinkable repercussions.

"Someone! Halt him!"

It urged the Nightmare World to strike harder.

Send 200 Monarchs to Nora for all-out assaults.

This offered the sole shot to eliminate the Dusk Palace Master.

During his tribulation, he couldn’t meddle in the conflict.

If not now, then ever?

Nightmare World Core.

The fleshy outline showed hesitation; the Master of Horror wrestled with doubt.

"Abyss and astral world? Do they really not care?"

Three centuries back, Nora’s forces in battle had menaced even giants.

It anticipated the Abyss and Astral World couldn’t remain idle.

Surprisingly, both withheld their troops.

"Have they quietly accepted Nora as the Fifth Pole?"

Deep down, the Master of Horror felt unrest.

As the proverb states:

One monk fetches water for himself; two share the load; three go thirsty.

This adage captures the three giants perfectly.

All crave Nora’s annexation, but dread handing it to a rival on a platter.

In this web of distrust, they all chose to watch idly.

The Master of Horror extended its consciousness to Nightmare, met by an ancient, chaotic, negative will that murmured indescribably:

"Awaken me—for what purpose?"

"Supreme Will, let me lead 200 Nightmare Monarchs on a holy war against Nora!"

"No. We’ve already sacrificed over fifty Monarchs. Among the Four Primordial Worlds, our strength has dropped to the lowest.

Victory might annex Nora and slowly rebuild us, but defeat or pyrrhic win would strip our defenses against the rest.

The Nora we claim would eventually benefit others.

Priority is stability—safeguarding Nightmare.

This era, we bide our time, hunt resources elsewhere to recover. Nora shines bright but briefly.

Astral world and Abyss stay calm, seeing no core threat yet.

When that arrives, no need for us; astral world will move. Those bugs love playing cosmic police."

With that, Nightmare Will sank back into sleep.

It appeared unconcerned by Nora’s ascent challenging its throne.

As its vessel, the Master of Horror yielded to its decree.

It had anticipated this outcome long ago.

"Each Supreme Will holds Level 11 Late Stage might... Star Ancestor nears Level 11 Peak, on transcendence’s edge.

Maybe I’m just fretting needlessly."

The Master of Horror soliloquized.

Though a civilization stands united, its destiny hinges on—

Its loftiest pillar.

Lacking a Supreme, endless level-10s won’t make it Quasi-Giant.

Even Supremes vary in stature.

Abyss Will, Nightmare Will, Underworld Source River—after endless ages, all Level 11 Late Stage. Star Ancestor reigns at Level 11 Peak.

These four Supremes endure eternally.