Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 3043: 622: I Am Legendary, Advancing to Senior!

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Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...

Forty years passed since Levi embarked on the legendary path, with no sign of his return. In Nora, eager anticipation gave way to mounting anxiety and doubt, as historical precedents suggested failure after such prolonged tribulations. Enemies across the Abyss, Nightmare, astral realms, and beyond rejoiced at his presumed demise, plotting renewed assaults on a leaderless Nora. The Wizard Council quelled subversive elements linked to these foes, while a few steadfast observers clung to hope.

Employ soft tactics to dissolve Nora peacefully.

To be honest, Nora's swift growth in the last thousand years

owes half its success to the tremendous personal prestige of the Dusk Hall Master.

His fame even eclipses that of Great Council President Emmon.

Numerous races forged alliances with Nora due to their faith and respect for Levi.

Now, this key pillar, Levi, appears to be weakening.

Problems are bound to emerge as a result.

The Wizard Council issued no statements on the matter.

Supreme Council.

At the round table, legendary wizards fixed their eyes on Emmon.

"Should we truly stay silent without issuing a denial of these rumors?"

Emmon replied:

"No. Silence remains our wisest choice right now. A statement would signal frailty to the Giants, confirming their belief that Levi failed his tribulation.

By saying nothing, they'll harbor doubts, suspecting it could be a ploy from our council, perhaps Levi succeeded and we're hiding it."

"In this time, nobody leaves Nora. With Levi away, the Nightmare might exploit the chance for vengeance."

The Frost Witch declared:

"Simply believe in Levi. Has he ever disappointed us?"

The powerhouses nodded firmly:

"Yes, we must keep our cool."

Heavenly Will stated:

"We can't ignore our heavy reliance on Levi.

Yet overdependence isn't wise. We'd mirror those Giants clinging to the Four Supreme Wills. The Nora Wan Clan needs to nurture more talents, bolster our civilization across every front!"

All present nodded vigorously in accord.

The gathering concluded, and Rowling along with Lucy departed side by side, soaring toward the Ancient Dragon Continent.

...

Ancient Banyan Fairyland.

The three siblings neared their four-hundredth birthday.

Their wings had developed robustly by now.

Each was a primordial soul wizard and a Level 7 Late Stage Knight.

Without mishaps, they'd ascend to Level 8 Knights in another five or six centuries.

Such rapid advancement would leave other knights utterly despondent.

Thus, Levi kept the siblings out of the Eighteen Riders. No real benefit there. Better for them to stay beyond the Dusk Holy Temple framework, just attending nearby.

"Mother, Father still hasn't come back."

"No need to fret; he'll return shortly. View it as his typical seclusion. Use this time to push your cultivation hard.

Or else, when he returns and inspects your gains, he won't hold back."

The siblings rushed away to train diligently.

Levi hoped they'd hit level nine before long.

This would grant them fundamental self-protection in the Multidimensional Plane.

Moreover, armed with Levi's secret weapons, they could flee even from a level-10 foe unscathed.

With that secured, no concerns lingered for the kids' safety.

He planned to dispatch the siblings to the Nightmare Battlefield for genuine battle experience.

After arranging them, Elena resumed her own cultivation.

Her Energy Sect path edged closer to a major breakthrough.

Lately, enlightenments struck her frequently; she refused to relax.

Regardless of external chatter,

as his spouse, she held unshakeable faith in Levi. A mere legendary Great Tribulation? Piece of cake.

Several days passed.

Triss dropped by Elena after wrapping up her potion work.

Rowling and Lucy accompanied her.

Gazing across the Three Realms teeming with sub-dragons and Legendary Creatures,

they couldn't suppress a sigh:

"Levi's hoard of treasures is insane."

Not even legendary wizards stack up.

Triss commented:

"We came for a visit. It's been forever since our last tea gathering."

Elena received them warmly, serving the fairyland's top teas.

Though occupied, she replied nonchalantly:

"I'm doing great, no worries here. No need to pull yourselves from duties to check on me."

The trio of witches chuckled softly:

"Good to hear you're fine."

Triss's mind stirred; she grinned:

"Alright then, let's dive into potion research... Levi handed me a Mythical Creature toxin that curbs divine power not long ago. Time to figure out mass production."

Lucy and Rowling's eyes sparkled.

"He's sitting on gems like that? Impressive, very impressive. Count us in for the study."

Elena saw through their intent to occupy her with tasks.

Preventing idle brooding; she smiled, "I've been grinding cultivation so hard, my potion craft lags behind yours. Ideal opportunity to pick up tips."

...

Time marched forward—eight more years elapsed.

Nora Calendar 2800, Blood Battle 2688.

The council urged citizens to avoid fixating on top experts' tribulations. Focus on the present; Nora stands mighty, yet war's threat persists.

Folks slowly resumed normal routines.

On the Ancient Dragon Continent, Levi's absence notwithstanding,

key organizations and academies thrived and expanded swiftly.

Level 6 Knights and primordial soul wizards sprouted like mushrooms after rain, while the Seven-Colored Scale Clan and Levi's sheltered alien races boomed, churning out more level six powerhouses.

In any age, any society,

level six forms the core strength.

War extends beyond the flashy clashes of level-10s.

Amid the clouds, mid and low tiers truly uphold civilization.

...

Years sped by—twelve more.

Precisely a century since Levi started his ascension.

A full sixty years since he vanished on the legendary path.

In the Nightmare World, the Three Emperors' patience finally snapped.

Disaster Monarch proclaimed:

"The wait's over; time to strike."

Ignorant Monarch added:

"Revenge awaits at last."

Archdevil of Hell cautioned:

"Wait! Don't hurl the main army yet. Dispatch cannon fodder to Nora first to test the waters—what if the Dusk Hall Master truly succeeded and is just in hiding?"

"Sound logic."

Nora Calendar 2812.

Nightmare launches fresh probing assaults on Nora.

...

The Land of Nihility, devoid of concepts or purpose.

Amid boundless darkness, a lone golden streak persists eternally.

Inside the golden glow, a figure rested like a cicada in winter torpor.

On that day, his eyes snapped open.

With one thought, the golden light quivered and burst outward.

Then Earth, Fire, Wind, Water emerged, shifting and evolving—universe's grand explosion, cosmic cycles, time's flow, shifting seas and lands.

Myriad inconceivable, awe-striking phenomena erupted. Soon, void's darkness brimmed with myriad worlds and lives.

The frigid cosmos stirred with vitality and purpose.

Levi lost track of time passed. By his knighthood progress, under a century surely.

He rose; a pristine white robe materialized, topped by a crown embedded with eleven gems: Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, Light, Darkness, Death, and further Elements.

In his grasp, the Ancient Tower Scepter, emblem of ancient tower keys, blazed with glory.

At that instant, spiritual links surged with the distant Dark Ancient Tower across billions of miles.

A mere thought could call the ancient tower to battle for him.

He stretched, then flicked his fingers lightly.

Boundless radiance tore through the gloom, unveiling the true world below.

Far off, a radiant white pearl shimmered in the void's depths.

That was Nora.

"Legendary at last. Homeward bound!"

Levi stepped forth and vanished from the Land of Darkness.

He materialized in an odd chaotic void.

This remnant Chaos Dimension from the universe's birth—tiny, crumbling, pockmarked like a worm-eaten log, yet linked to the Multidimensional Plane.

In mere breaths, he reached Nora.