Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 3097: 636: Ancestor Levi

Inside the colossal Giant Cocoon of Vengeful Souls, the Supreme Eyes came into existence. Instantly, the ferociously swirling disaster aura condensed into a tangible stream of air, sweeping uncontrollably across millions of miles. Visions of widespread destruction unfolded: mountains crumbled, the earth split asunder, and the sun and moon were plunged into darkness. It was the dawning of the end times.

A colossal hand, eclipsing the very sky, ripped open the cocoon, revealing the True Disaster's form—an entity beyond mortal comprehension—though it came at the cost of one-third of the Nightmare Creatures. The Four Emperors, who had once held dominion, now ascended to the Supreme rank.

"I am the Lord of Disaster!"

A profound voice resonated, causing the universe itself to tremble. The unadulterated, supreme aura emanated outwards, detected by countless powerful beings across the vast expanse of time and space, eliciting reactions ranging from surprise to deep solemnity.

In the Red Plane.

The Fire Sovereign drew his Ten Suns Death Prison Sword and began to depart.

"With the full might of the Nightmare unleashed, Nora might not be able to withstand it. I must proceed there just in case... I sincerely hope the situation doesn't escalate to a point where I am compelled to intervene directly."

Molten Furnace Stars.

Master Bao Long was immersed in the process of forging a treasure.

A spectral figure materialized before him, adorned in the Storm Emperor Robe and radiating an aura of ancient authority. It was the Lord of Storm.

Master Bao Long remained engrossed in his work, paying the newcomer no mind.

The Lord of Storm cleared his throat and then spoke, stating:

"I’ve heard that you possess the capability to forge supreme treasures for any race or faction."

Master Bao Long looked up, a smile gracing his features, and inquired:

"And what matter requires my attention?"

The Lord of Storm felt a flicker of disdain for the nonchalance displayed by this individual from the Lower Realm. Yet, he acknowledged Master Bao Long's undeniable extraordinariness; numerous formidable entities across the Multidimensional Plane depended on his expertise for crafting divine weapons, granting him a prestige nearly on par with his own.

With a nod, the Lord of Storm declared:

"Indeed, I require your services to forge a divine weapon for me."

Master Bao Long laid out his terms:

"You will provide all necessary materials. Specify your requirements with utmost clarity beforehand, and prepare the deposit. Once a transaction is finalized here, no refunds will be issued."

The Lord of Storm, suppressing his irritation at Bao Long’s somewhat impertinent tone, channeled an immense surge of divine power. With a clenched fist, he presented a stone no larger than his palm, imbued with the essence of divine arts.

Immediately, a deep azure light permeated the heavens and the earth. The firmament appeared to collapse, the land seemed to subside, and the very fabric of space-time became distorted.

Master Bao Long's expression shifted subtly.

"Is that... a Primordial Heavy Stone?"

The Lord of Storm visibly strained, his breathing growing heavy.

He confirmed:

"Precisely. The Primordial Heavy Stone. Its significance is undeniable, a fact I trust requires no further elaboration from me. My sole requirement is for it to be forged into a divine weapon of absolute indestructibility, a blade sharper than the legendary Void Blade, capable of cleaving through all existence and shattering every supreme treasure ever conceived!"

Master Bao Long did not immediately assent.

He probed:

"Are you not concerned that I might abscond with the stone?"

The Lord of Storm retorted with a cold sneer:

"Should you attempt such a betrayal, you will find no sanctuary within this universe. This Divine Artifact has been meticulously imprinted with a divine power tracking mark by the Star Ancestor himself. Unless you possess power that surpasses that of an Elder, this mark cannot be removed. As long as you possess the stone, he will be able to ascertain your location."

"If you doubt my words, feel free to put them to the test."

Master Bao Long drew a deep breath and extended a claw, resembling articulated steel.

He firmly grasped the Primordial Heavy Stone. An audible creaking sound emanated from within, as if he were clenching thousands of worlds in his grip. His form wavered precariously but held steady.

Witnessing this, the Lord of Storm harbored a silent, internal smirk.

The Primordial Heavy Stone, a relic from the universe's genesis, was utilized by the Mother of Darkness to shape the Multidimensional Plane—an artifact of immeasurable value. Twenty ordinary supreme treasures could not compare to its worth. A mere grain-sized fragment of Original Heavy Stone possessed the weight of a small world. This fist-sized piece, therefore, far surpassed the mass of the Three Thousand Worlds? Consequently, he could barely lift it with his divine power alone. Master Bao Long, possessing considerable strength, managed to catch it. However, to spirit it away? That was a fool's hope. The sheer weight of the item distorted space-time, rendering it impossible to store in conventional spatial rings; it could only be carried personally. Without absolute power, bearing its burden would prove insurmountable.

The Lord of Storm's brow furrowed as he inquired:

"Can you accomplish this task? Can you forge this stone?"

Master Bao Long exhaled slowly and replied:

"Affirmative. However, the forging fee will be substantial. After all, once this supreme treasure is completed, it will rank among the highest echelon of top-tier items, potentially gaining even greater power through fortunate encounters."

The Lord of Storm gestured dismissively, causing three pieces of Divine Iron to materialize before Master Bao Long. These fragments shimmered, entwined with the elemental forces of wind and thunder—remarkably, the very [Wind and Thunder Divine Gold] that Levi had been awarded by the congress. No wonder he was counted among the top ten Great Gods; his background was truly formidable. This Divine Gold originated from his Storm Divine Domain, with a single piece becoming available only once every hundred thousand years. The majority had already been utilized by him to craft his own Ancient Divine Artifacts or bestowed as rewards upon his subordinate deities.

In the Near Ancient Era, only three artifacts existed, and one was lost when a subordinate god misplaced it. That individual was subsequently slain by the Earth Demon Lord, resulting in the squandering of a magnificent treasure.

Master Bao Long’s eyes gleamed with avarice.

"Not bad, but it's still insufficient… More riches are required."

The Lord of Storm furrowed his brow; this individual's demeanor was reminiscent of an acquaintance.

"Are you intentionally trying to stir up trouble?"

Master Bao Long, undeterred, shrugged and replied:

"Whether you proceed or not is your decision."

The Lord of Storm suppressed his rising anger.

"Very well, I shall add one more item. If this still does not suffice, then we shall abandon the endeavor."

This Master Forger was not the only one in the Multidimensional Plane. Had the God of Craftsmen not been excessively greedy, the Lord of Storm would not have sought out Master Bao Long.

It was true that the Great Prophet possessed forging expertise as well.

However, it was not on par with Master Bao Long's skill.

Master Bao Long swiftly accepted the stone, a smile gracing his features as he declared:

"Sufficient… Forging this will demand an immense expenditure of heart power. Return in five centuries to retrieve it. Have you decided upon a name for this supreme treasure? I shall inscribe it for you."

The Lord of Storm announced:

"Dragon Slayer!"

He issued a stern warning:

"Should I not behold the desired quality treasure after five hundred years, do not hold the astral world accountable for any rudeness. You would be wise to exercise caution!"

Master Bao Long responded with solemnity: