Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 3052: 625: Primordial Things

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Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
Levi broadcast an inspiring speech across Nora, recounting his journey, the civilization's victories over Abyss, Nightmare, and others, and calling to shatter oppression together. Chaos City descended as his supreme residence, endorsed by the Netherworld Ancestor amid widespread celebration and boosted confidence. Nora intensified preparations with training, inventions, and rising experts, while enemies in Nightmare and Abyss grew cautious. Fifteen years later, Levi sensed the return of Ayak amid his impending ascension.

"Caw caw caw."

A grating, hoarse cry reverberated through the heavens above the Ancient Dragon Continent.

A youthful knight tilted his head skyward.

There, a splendid azure bird spearheaded a flock of formidable beasts—all at minimum level six—soaring regally amid the clouds, presenting a truly breathtaking view.

"What... what power is that?"

"Stay calm, it’s merely the Grand Council Chairman’s mount."

"Eh, the Grand Council Chairman’s mount seems so feeble? I once glimpsed his thunder spirit [Si Lei] in the Thunderstorm Sea—good heavens, it spanned a thousand miles, with an aura rivaling a Legendary Wizard."

"That’s a Sun Refining Artifact, of course it’s mighty."

Ayiya’s mere aura activated the Ancient Dragon Continent’s defensive mechanisms. Upon verifying the arrivals posed no threat, the mechanical sentinels granted them entry.

Shock overwhelmed Ayiya’s petite mind.

Absent for just over a thousand years, yet the world had shifted dramatically.

"Crow King, is this your birthplace?"

The Frost Giant expressed profound astonishment.

The Aurora Bird wore a grave expression too.

It had dismissed Ayiya’s tales of heritage as mere bravado.

Yet now, evidence suggested otherwise.

Across this landmass, and even on the distant hovering continent.

Auras surpassing its own level-eight strength numbered in the hundreds, perhaps thousands.

Was this the fabled Divine Realm?

Ayiya perched tall and touched down on the earth.

A elegant, friendly silhouette clad in a white wizard robe materialized silently, observing with a warm smile.

Ayiya froze in disbelief.

It could handle any alterations.

But why had Old Dog Levi ditched his signature [black-armored swordsman] look?

Now he resembled a scholarly archetype White Robe Wizard.

Old Dog Levi, what’s gotten into you?

Are you under some spell?

Snap out of it—this doesn’t suit you at all!

Ayiya mused inwardly.

"You finally decided to return."

Levi spoke softly with a smile, free of reproach.

Ayiya panicked inwardly.

Could a single advancement alter his temperament as well?

"Are these your companions?"

Levi eyed the horde of level-six beings trailing behind, mostly ice-attuned transcendent species and foreign kin, all deferring to Ayiya.

Ayiya nodded dazedly.

It had planned to flaunt its prowess and command.

Now it grasped its own innocence.

"In that case, welcome to Nora."

Levi uttered warmly, greeting these distant allies.

He spotted the Aurora Bird near Ayiya and pondered.

"Never thought the Goddess Knight’s progenitor would arrive too—perfect timing to aid her breakthrough to ninth level soon, a great boon indeed."

"This ice dragon ties to Blue Dragon Elsie’s lineage, unexpectedly joining us."

"And this Frost Giant, that Radiant Fire Dragon hatchling... Ayiya’s expedition yielded impressive results; once it hits legendary status, dispatch it anew."

One pristine Frost Giant, a single Legendary Creature, dual pure-blood Dragon Clans.

Ayiya excelled this round!

Soon after, Ayiya retreated into Levi’s spiritual sea.

Levi called for Newman, overseer of the Giant Beast Paradise.

Now a perfected eighth-circle Spiritual Wizard, Newman pursued ninth-circle ascension.

"Newman, house these guests properly."

"Relax, all of you—make yourselves at home here; you’ll come to love the Ancient Dragon Continent."

The Ancient Banyan Fairyland now churned out Immortal Wine, Evolution Potions, and over a hundred varieties besides—luxuries beyond the dreams of nomadic transcendent beings.

Back at the Ancient Banyan Fairyland.

Levi held off questioning Ayiya for the moment.

With resources abundant, urgency was unnecessary.

Let it cultivate leisurely, ascend to level ten, then discuss further.

Under the venerable banyan tree.

The colossal earthworm, spanning two hundred miles, rolled over to expose golden scale plating; its forehead horn shimmered faintly, tiny eyes locked on Ayiya.

As though greeting its homecoming.

Embedded in its chest lay a crystal core, inky black.

It had distilled demonic essence, dark vapors, and myriad corrosive negativities into a Nightmare Crystal facsimile, now hinting at rule comprehension.

Levi gauged Alon’s ray breath potency.

Exceeding level nine, shy of ten.

Surpassing Lady Rowling’s might.

Meanwhile, former Sun God Nick, ABiao, ADie, Ah Kun, ABao, Ah Gua... these spirit familiars had all attained level ten.

Though unsuited for battle, their strength edged past level nine. True level-ten warriors included Si Lei and the Light Worm—peerless Glorious Sun-Grade entities.

Regrettably, the Proof of Chaos Legendary Artifact lacked a bonded spirit.

Not misfortune, but its inherent chaos.

Every boon bore a drawback.

Naturally, Levi’s own prowess rendered familiars mere enhancements.

Presence or absence mattered little.

Elsewhere.

A chubby-cheeked girl scrutinized the blue-garbed maiden form of the Aurora Bird.

"Ayiya’s new pal?"

"Yes."

"Wonderful—I fretted it might feel isolated."

Unfamiliar with the realm, the Aurora Bird quickly met fellow companions via the plump girl. This fairyland teemed with an astounding array and quantity of Legendary Creatures.

Mana beheld the serene gathering.

Gradually drawing in [Earth Mother Qi].

Sheltered by Levi.

The Ancient Banyan Fairyland stood as the sole domain untouched by war’s ravages.

...

Panda Continent.

The Panda Clan’s ancestral turf, relocated by Levi’s immense sorcery.

Later positioned beside the Ancient Dragon Continent as the Qi Sect’s sacred headquarters.

Saint Emperor Zhou aged further, sensing his boundaries; even in another era, ninth level eluded him.

That fateful day.

A bearman [Ann] donned in aquamarine robes piped the Spirit Flute; serpentine rivers swirled, turquoise waves surged, unveiling ethereal vistas. Then, with unyielding resolve, it shattered level-nine barriers, entering the Qi Sect’s Fifth Realm.