Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 3108: 638: Supreme Hera

"Cough, cough. Is everyone alright?"

The Thousand Mountains Immortal sheathed the fractured Legendary Wizard Tool and queried.

"We are unharmed. And you?"

"I cannot continue any further, haha. At my age, to have endured until this moment and consumed another top-tier powerhouse—I suppose my demise serves a noble purpose... Farewell, everyone."

Mountains rose in abundance, ten thousand peaks stood majestically.

Expansive plains unfolded, the earth fertile, forests and snowy tundra stretched afar.

A voice murmured from somewhere:

"This is the Midland..."

The Thousand Mountains Immortal hailed from the Central Earth Realm.

Acclaimed in his youth, he was swiftly inducted into the Sorren Holy Tower.

His ascent was meteoric, like a bamboo shoot piercing the earth, culminating in his recognition as a Legendary Wizard. The Demiplane known as [Palmed Middle Earth] was the meticulous creation born from his mastery of the Midland Continent's underlying geomancy.

As his life force waned, the Midlands commenced their collapse.

The demiplane was devoid of any inhabitants; prior to this decisive battle, the Thousand Mountains Immortal had meticulously relocated all residents to Gondor City, now under the governance of his descendant, Lucian.

His lifespan was perilously close to its end. The prolonged conflict, intertwined with the battlefield's intricate chaos, offered little prospect of survival. Thus, he had orchestrated a deception of Triss; his true intention was a voluntary sacrifice.

But for a legend, a magnificent end was imperative. All mortals must face death; his passing carried a weight exceeding a thousand mountains and rivers! The title of Legendary Wizard was more than a mere designation of power.

It represented a profound yearning of the spirit.

They were the brilliant stars illuminating the civilization’s night sky!

They embodied the unwavering pillars of truth upon which this era stood!

The primordial soul disintegrated, the Witch Mark faded into nothingness.

From dust to dust, from ashes to ashes.

The splintered Mountain Range Staff transformed into a beam of light, soaring towards Nora. The warriors of Midland’s contingent observed the legendary demise, their hearts heavy with sorrow yet their voices raised in song.

"The sovereign enthroned upon mountains, the sage bearing virtue and the land!"

...

In the year 3532 of the Nora Calendar.

Alexander had fallen.

From the Deep Blue Sage, to the Dragon Flame God, the Survivor of the Vast Sea, Mr. Silver, the Mist Sky Guardian, and now the Thousand Mountains Immortal—one after another, the legends of the preceding era succumbed; only a sparse few remained.

Upon the battlefield.

Emmon’s ravaged true form abruptly turned to look back.

A final, silent sigh was exhaled.

The Great Sun intensified, its radiance and heat surging outwards, repelling the encroaching Power of Disaster.

...

Several days later.

On the Sorren Continent, within the Pharmacist Association.

Triss had just concluded her latest experimental procedure. Her focus was on synthesizing a novel medicinal concoction derived from Nightmare Creatures, specifically designed to rejuvenate Spiritual Origin.

In the aftermath of this devastating war, an inevitable surge of gravely wounded wizards was anticipated.

Traditional Recovery Potions, while effective, were prohibitively expensive and difficult to distribute widely, leaving many wizards untreated and their recovery delayed; at best, they risked a fall from their established cultivation realm, at worst, the loss of their Qi or even their lives.

This critical project had initially been conceived and spearheaded by her mentor, the Thousand Mountains Immortal. A substantial four-fifths of the research was already complete when he departed.

Subsequently, her mentor embarked on his fateful journey to the battlefield, entrusting its continuation to her, as the vice president.

Now, her own cultivation was drawing ever nearer to the Nine Rings Perfect stage.

She harbored a firm conviction that she could finalize the development of the medicine within a hundred years.

Upon opening the laboratory door, she discovered a staff, marred by numerous cracks, suspended in mid-air. Majestic mountain motifs adorned its surface, and an aura of earthy yellow swirled around it.

Triss felt an inexplicable resonance stir deep within her soul.

"Teacher..."

Grasping the staff, Triss’s gaze pierced the profound darkness that lay ahead.

Even now, numerous celestial bodies had extinguished, tugging at countless hearts, and this devastating conflict, amplified by Nora’s overwhelming dominance, had already been weakened significantly by the internal strife.

"I shall absolutely succeed in creating the Dream Returning Potion!"

Meanwhile.

Within the Nightmare World.

The Dusk Army commenced their systematic advance into the central regions of the Nightmare World, where remnants were more concentrated, formidable adversaries were abundant, and progress consequently proceeded at a more deliberate pace compared to the western territories.

Yet, their ranks were united, their actions orderly, and their resolve unwavering.

Lucian was also present in this zone.

He had, of course, sensed the moment of his father’s passing.

Sitting in solitude beneath the shade of a tree, he briefly allowed his mind to wander through cherished memories of the past.

Moments later, recomposed, he rejoined the fray.

Currently, the Gondor Three Heroes had all temporarily withdrawn from the Nightmare World, en route to the Ancient Dragon Continent. Their objective was to enter seclusion and strive for a breakthrough to the Nine Rings Perfect Realm. The escalating demands of the legion necessitated every available hand; none could afford to falter.

Parting does not signify an eternal separation.

The withdrawal of today is a prelude to a more glorious stage tomorrow.

Legends never truly fade!

...

Eight years hence.

At the very location where Hera commenced her ascension.

A resplendent golden figure stood bathed in the pervasive aura of death.

Forty years had elapsed; Hera had finally reached the critical juncture for her breakthrough.

An immense crowd watched, their hearts filled with anticipation for her to shatter the existing deadlock!

The intensity of the conflict between opposing forces escalated with each passing moment.

This was a level-10 group engagement, an event of unparalleled scale, unseen in ten million years.

Regardless of one's physical defenses or the potency of their abilities, a sudden, unexpected strike from an adversary could disrupt their rhythm, plunging them into dire peril—a far more treacherous situation than any smaller-scale skirmish.

"Star River Sword!"

After forty long years of relentless combat, the Star Sky Sword Saint's sword intent had grown ever more formidable.

It was utterly spent, having never before engaged in such a desperate struggle.

However, its current condition was inexplicably superb.

It sensed it stood on the precipice of achieving the legendary level-10 sword skill.

This was the Supreme Realm, a path pioneered by the revered Sword Dao Ancestor!

With a singular strike from this sword.

The formidable Black Heart Demon Lord could be grievously wounded, or even dispatched!

Lost in the profound world of the sword, it remained oblivious.

Its physical form had already withered, its bones were fractured, its armor had succumbed to rust, and its supreme treasure, [Autumn Water], trembled as if in sorrow.

Just as human strength possesses a limit, so too do supreme treasures.

Following decades of high-intensity battles against formidable adversaries,

without any form of dedicated maintenance or refinement, its durability had reached its absolute nadir.

Resembling a desiccated husk, only the eyes of the Star Sky Sword Saint blazed with an intense fire.

Its gaze swept across the vast expanse of stars; within the celestial sphere, a figure materialized, seemingly engaged in sword practice.

Having dedicated itself to the sword from a young age, it had entrusted all its emotions to this blade.

Its ultimate aspiration was to become the premier Sword Saint under the boundless starry sky!

Though this dream remained unfulfilled.

The Master of the Dusk Hall proved to be an overwhelmingly monstrous foe.

"So be it—then I shall ascend as the second Sword Saint beneath the stars!"

With its dying breath, the Star Sky Sword Saint unleashed its final sword strike—which was also destined to be its most magnificent.

This represented the ultimate Profound Meaning of the Starry Sky Sword Scripture!

"Let the galaxy become the sword!"

Sword Qi stretching across a million miles erupted forth, akin to a celestial river cleaving the very fabric of the cosmos!