Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 3064: 627: Nora 3000 Years

Elena let out a joyful chuckle and remarked:

"You’re good just like this. Specializing in medicine helps you stand out more readily."

Without her lifespan greatly exceeding that of normal people, how could she have boldly pursued three paths simultaneously for so long?

Especially past level 9, where advancement turned exceedingly sluggish.

Training three paths concurrently demanded many times more exertion.

Regular short-lived races yearned to hit legendary swiftly and refused to divide their efforts.

Shortly thereafter, through the Pharmacist Association's diligent work,

a fresh potion was covertly developed, called [Star Group Potion].

This potion could be coated on weapons or utilized as spell components, matched with the ninth-circle spell [Falling Stars].

Upon striking, saints below level 9—like Divine Envoys—would suffer polluted and sealed divine power; their strength circulation blocked, leaving them as total cripples.

As for angels, their divine power endured severe suppression as well. It could cut their power by half at most, making their might plummet dramatically.

Even Weak Gods felt some effect; if they failed to purge the poison fast, their divine power would erode, reducing strength by ten percent.

From mere floor tiles, they'd sink right into the sewers!

Only Intermediate Gods and stronger could use their vast power to resist it fully.

Of course, Weak Gods had divine power shields too.

Hitting them first meant cracking that shield.

All in all, Star Group Potion was merely the prototype; upgrades were certain to come.

Nora quietly hoarded these secret weapons, ready to unleash a massive "surprise" on the Gods when battle erupted.

...

Time pressed onward.

The close of Nora’s third millennium approached.

Gains from the earlier massive war, swiftly turned into solid fighting force by the congress, steadily fortified Nora.

Nora Calendar 2955.

The Beast Master civilization welcomed its fourth Mythical Beast Master, bearing the Mythical title [Mirage Lady]; her third beast was [Starry Mirage Mother], exactly the foreign Mythical Creature snatched from the Nightmare World in the prior conflict.

Nora Calendar 2966.

After hundreds of thousands of years, the Frost Giant race produced a new level-10 king named [Ice Swordman], a sword master within the Giant race.

The Giant race now counted seven level-10 powerhouses.

In quantity, they equaled the Heaven Barbarian Tribe.

They simply lacked a supreme figure like Heavenly Will.

But with the Giant race’s vast potential and deep roots, claiming the spot as Nora’s second-largest civilized race was guaranteed; they had been kings before.

Nora Calendar 2977.

Newman, leader of Giant Beast Paradise, advanced to ninth-circle spiritual beast. By now, Ninth-Circle Wizards from the School of Spiritualism were plentiful, yet top prospects for legendary remained few.

Still, after merging the Beast Master civilization, reforms brought striking success. The Spirit Summoner system got revamped, slowly unlocking second and third spiritual beast slots.

Legendary talents were destined to appear soon.

Levi saw potential in Newman.

After all, he held the scarce Special Talent [Sound of All Things].

Wizard Newt, under the nine springs, could rest assured.

Nora Calendar 2988.

On the Nora Continent, within the old Northern Territory of the Emerald Kingdom.

A sturdy figure in a bearskin coat stood quietly.

He seemed immersed in past memories, his gaze profound with the weight of years.

Then he spun around and vanished silently.

Soon after, across the Sorren Continent, an Anomaly shot skyward. Winter’s freezing gales twisted, churning seawater into an ice stairway reaching the Land of Darkness.

A figure clutching a long spear faded along the legendary road.

A month on, a new legend emerged.

The former Ice Wind Walker Monet.

Now [Frost Breath], his Legendary Profession was [Frost Envoy], his Legendary Demiplane [Northern Kingdom], and his legendary honorific:

[The emissary of coming winter, the king who sits alone in the north wind].

Before Gullwig’s daring surge, Monet had headed the Frost School. But dual-cultivating the Frost and Storm Sects without any cheats slowed his pace, causing him to slip from the limelight.

With the Thousand-Year Potion granting him extra life, plus other Life Extension Treasures and the surges in resources like Truth Oddities, this 7,300-year-old wizard finally stepped into the legendary realm.

This stood as the oldest legendary breakthrough in nearly a hundred thousand years.

Furthermore, Monet wasn't a Legendary Reincarnation.

His achievements in this lifetime made the prospects of his next life utterly inconceivable.

The congress rejoiced in this triumph for days.

Ultimately, it resolved to allow the Thousand Mountains Immortal to savor his final years tranquilly, while allocating more resources from the Council Treasury to craft a Life-extending Divine Medicine for the Ice Wind Walker.

This granted him nearly two thousand extra years, a fitting legendary accolade.

By now, Nora boasted 21 living legendary powerhouses.

The Grand Council Chairman pursued multiple paths, while the Lord of Light and Shadow and Frost Breath practiced dual-cultivation.

Nora Calendar 2999.

On Nora’s Dark Side, another Shadow Level 10 emerged.

The dormant Undying Shadow Vicna began to stir awake slowly.

His power surged daily; his humanity faded bit by bit.

This filled him with inner unease.

Such was the cost of his strength ballooning so swiftly.

He finally grasped Gullwig's perspective somewhat.

This external power, ultimately, didn't stem from personal cultivation.

It came with excessive limitations, yet amid the present circumstances, it remained the optimal option.

His presence severed the Nightmare Army's chance for a swift invasion of Nora; without him, foes manyfold stronger than Nora would have plunged directly into its core from this point.

Nora could never have withstood them.

"I must hold on, at least until the Nightmares are wiped out."

Vicna perched cross-legged on Roger’s Peak, eyes burning with determination.

Today, Nora possessed 64 Level 10 Strongmen.

Combined with the 13 Nightmares from the Void Holy Temple, the tally reached 77!

Vicna sensed the strategic counterattack loomed close.

As all advanced to battle the Nightmares, he would defend Nora’s vital gateway!

...

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

The Tower of Heaven's bell rang out.

Nora’s third millennium neared its end; the year 3000 dawned.

Blood Battle, year 2888.

Multi-Dimensional Space.

That detonated Chaos Origin, following 130 million years of development, transformed into a Universe unfamiliar to Levi, leaving him uncertain of its reality.

At its core, Multi-Dimensional Space represented a fabricated realm he had shaped.

That Universe's standards fell far short of the Dark Universe; it lagged even behind the Heavenly God Universe where Herman ventured, puzzling Levi deeply.

The identical Chaos Origin.

By rights, its evolutionary path shouldn't vary greatly.

Why had it turned out this way?

He scrutinized it intently, and at one precise moment—

In a brief glance, an Invisible, shapeless but palpably real colossal hand appeared to pluck something from the Universe's depths.

Following that, the Universe started to wither.

Myriad emerging civilizations perished in its downfall.

Beside the Small Stone Pond, Levi abruptly snapped his eyes open.

Sensing the shifts in his Body, he murmured:

"Almost a hundred years have passed."

That vision replayed endlessly in his thoughts.

"Does that giant hand truly exist? Is it the Supreme Transcender that I seek? Can I use a legendary spell model to recreate that giant hand?"

Levi’s mind brimmed with countless questions.

He started contemplating, mentally rebuilding that colossal hand.

Once etched firmly in his memory, he headed to the congress for the Centennial Assembly.

Marking this three-thousand-year milestone.

He shared updates on the congress’s achievements with Nora’s All Clans.

Nora’s rising might drew ever more powerhouses to the Multidimensional Plane; Level 9 Alien Races numbered 560, Grand Wizards hit 340.

Meanwhile, four hundred elite shadow forces stood ready, marked with trackers and able to infiltrate the Nightmare World via duplicates. Forty Level 10 Strongmen would command them, basing operations on the Eight Formation Map for a strike against the Nightmares.

Still, the moment hadn't arrived.

Levi intuited that mastering the giant-hand spell would elevate his power further.

Besides, Nora’s explosive expansion phase promised to endure longer.

They could bide time until resources halted progress before striking; no harm in waiting.

The Giants remained wary of each other, refraining from direct involvement.

No urgency demanded immediate conflict.

Concluding this phase’s tasks, Levi plunged back into Multi-Dimensional Space.

He refused to slack on his Knight’s Practice.

These six paths alone guaranteed his ascent to the Supreme.

Though Multi-Dimensional Space mesmerized, prolonged immersion risked losing track of time and neglecting duties.

He cast a spell to rouse himself every decade.

For the next ten years, he persisted in cultivation, cycling through the process over and over.

In that time, he successively brought the later phases of the Rune Language to Perfection through dedicated cultivation.

Enhancements to all his attributes soared to 500%.

This signified the full wrap-up of one learning path, filling him with profound relief.

His power had surged forward immensely too.

A full century passed, marked by countless trials and setbacks numbering in the tens of thousands.

That fateful day, Levi unfurled his right palm, where arcane pulses swirled mysteriously.

Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water flowed eternally inside, birthing myriad forms and upheaving the cosmos.

"Legendary Spell: Universal Hand!"