Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 3129: 643: Slaughtering into the Astral World

At this moment, every corner of the Black Dragon Territory was under his sole watch. The formidable Shadow Army, alongside a myriad of summoned beasts, were all under the command of the Blood Battle Spirit, currently engaged in a rampant offensive within the Northern Battle Zone. His responsibility was simply to remain at home and diligently cultivate. After a decade of relentless warfare, the remnants of Nightmare in the Northern Battle Zone were no match for Nora; they crumbled with ease. Nora had already conquered an astounding 23 Great Domains. Similarly, the Underworld in the Southern Battle Zone had been completely swept clean. The ultimate confrontation with Nightmare loomed imminently.

...

On the Ancient Dragon Continent.

"Hahaha, Nine Rings Perfect!" The Purgatory Demon Sword radiated a malevolent aura, its momentum soaring skyward. As the second most powerful body refiner, surpassed only by Gandaph, his advancements were remarkably swift. "With my current might, I can already vanquish that Murder Angel... I sincerely hope that wretched being doesn't perish in the insect war; I still intend to ascend to the astral world and exact my revenge personally!" At this juncture, the Purgatory Demon Sword was brimming with confidence. Should he achieve the legendary realm through dual cultivation—both body tempering and arcane arts—even facing the Brilliant Prison Dragon God would instill no fear. Just as he was preparing to enter the Nightmare World to share this triumphant news with his elder brother, an imposing figure clad in black imperial robes materialized before him, unnoticed. The Purgatory Demon Sword had never encountered this individual before, yet he sensed a profound, familiar connection through their bloodline. "Black King?" the Purgatory Demon Sword inquired. The figure in the black robe responded calmly, "Indeed, I am your father." "What brings you to Nora?" The Purgatory Demon Sword harbored no affection for his father. After all, his father's actions had indirectly led to his mother's demise by offending numerous enemies. To make matters worse, he had failed to avenge his mother in the end. "Such are the ways of the Dragon Clan—utter scoundrels!" The Black King stated, "I am taking you to a certain place." "What place?" "The Star Realm Battlefield." "What do you mean? I intend to find my elder brother." "The Emperor of Torture and the Brilliant Prison Dragon God are currently ensnared by the [Sand Worm Queen] on a battlefield within the astral world, facing imminent peril... If we delay, they may perish." "What?" Although the Purgatory Demon Sword maintained a detached demeanor, the Black King did not display any irritation. He acknowledged his own reprehensible nature, admitting his flaws. Nevertheless, this did not preclude him from endeavoring to be a better father now. He spoke with genuine sincerity, "My child, I am aware that you have perpetually sought vengeance for your mother; it has become your consuming obsession. Even after millennia have passed, and you may have forgotten her visage, this fixation will not wane. To attain the legendary state, one requires a clear mind. If you cannot personally slay the Emperor of Torture, you may never surmount this profound obstacle." The Purgatory Demon Sword contemplated for a moment. It was indeed true. His mother had been a mere mortal. For a wizard, was that truly significant? Not overwhelmingly so. Yet, this obsession persisted. It was undeniable that his current accomplishments were intrinsically linked to the harsh discipline imposed by the Emperor of Torture! The Purgatory Demon Sword declared, "Very well, I shall accompany you, but I must inform my elder brother first." "Alright, proceed." "Furthermore, I have not forgotten my mother's appearance; I am not like you!" "Alright... it is my failing." The Black King offered a somewhat helpless smile. Throughout his long existence as a dragon, women had been as plentiful as humble loaves of bread. For him, only his bloodline held eternal significance. Among his descendants, if they lacked talent or failed to achieve greatness, he barely registered their existence. He had purposefully sought out the Purgatory Demon Sword today, recognizing the child's potential to reach the legendary realm. His future accomplishments were likely to surpass even his own!

...

Within the Black Dragon Territory.

"Elder brother, our father has arrived," the Purgatory Demon Sword announced, his gaze fixed upon his elder brother, who was cloaked in white robes. "Proceed," Levi responded. "Hmm, initially, I had envisioned us brothers journeying to the astral world together for our revenge. Who would have thought this Emperor of Torture would prove so feeble, already on the brink of demise?" Levi chuckled and said, "Trust me, no one in this world comprehends your current sentiments better than I do. Do not allow anticipation to transform into regret... Depart sooner, return sooner; prioritize safety above all else." Levi himself harbored no obsession with vengeance, thus he did not cling to grudges. However, his second brother's circumstances were distinct from his own. "Elder brother, I am departing," he stated. "Wait a moment, extend your hand," Levi called out to his second brother. The Purgatory Demon Sword complied, extending his palm. Levi then lightly tapped it with a finger. With movements resembling intertwining dragons, he channeled his simmering dragon blood, inscribing a faint character, "Yuan," onto his palm. "Elder brother, what is this?"

"This secret technique carries a fragment of my power. The astral realm teems with formidable beings, and while your father possesses strength nearing the peak of level 10, he might not be able to guarantee your complete safety... Should you face extraordinary circumstances, you must activate this."

Levi had previously refrained from bestowing this potent secret technique upon Elena.

The primary reason was the unique nature of the astral world, fraught with perilous insects and the ancient Star Ancestor.

One could aptly describe it as the ultimate challenge.

Nora was ill-prepared for what lay ahead.

My second brother, moving forward, appeared somewhat apprehensive.

The Purgatory Demon Sword dropped to its knees, tears welling in its eyes:

"Thank you, eldest brother! I shall surely return safe and sound; my ancient tower still holds seven transmissions."

Only my eldest brother truly cares in this world.

If not for encountering Levi, even with legendary potential, he might have been lost to the annals of history, perhaps never reaching the ninth circle.

"Proceed."

...The astral realm.

A desolate expanse lay before them: the Sea of Ruins.

This was a battlefield where worlds had been rent asunder.

A colossal beast, stretching for tens of thousands of miles and bearing the semblance of an insect yet cloaked in dragon scales, consumed the endless yellow sands, its passage a blight upon the astral world.

Wherever it roamed, life perished, and an eerie silence descended.

Within the yellow sands, swarms of insects advanced relentlessly.

Ahead, a group of figures fled in a desperate flight.

Their leader was unmistakably a gigantic, obsidian dragon.

Its form was robust, its Divine Body etched with scars, its tail severed.

Beside it, the Emperor of Torture and other angels were reduced to a state of utter destitution.

"When will the Chaos Main God arrive to our aid?"

"Damn it, are we truly going to be forsaken?"

"A curse upon this! I refuse to perish."

This entire contingent had once followed the Brilliant Prison Dragon God, a tragic fate had befallen them, for their brief period of might was swiftly followed by their deployment as expendable fodder onto the Star Realm Battlefield.

Abruptly, two figures materialized in their path.

One clad in a black robe, the other in black armor.

"Reinforcements?"

"No... Blast it, why must it be them?"

The Brilliant Prison Dragon God gazed upon his former adversaries, his eyes swimming with despair.

The Purgatory Demon Sword unleashed its full power, its nine rings pulsing with perfect energy, its body refinement and the form of a magic witch manifesting simultaneously before merging into a singular entity. The Black King transformed in an instant, becoming a colossal dragon that pierced the heavens.

Father and son exchanged no words, launching directly into combat.

The swordsman clad in black armor unleashed a devastating slash!

From the world's extremities, eighteen black tornadoes spiraled towards them from afar.

The Purgatory Black King Dragon unfurled its wings, spewing forth Black Flame that engulfed a vast expanse of ten thousand miles.

The clashing forces of wind and fire formed an impassable barrier before the Heavenly Father.

The Emperor of Torture, a being of considerable weakness, fell first.

He was annihilated by the Purgatory Demon Sword's Sword Qi within a mere ten breaths, expiring with an expression of bewildered confusion.

It was evident he had died with his eyes wide open, unresolved.

He never even knew the identity of the person confronting him?

As a savage fiend, he had inflicted death upon countless humans.

The Brilliant Prison Dragon God's resistance proved futile for long.

For a millennium, his Belief Land had been repeatedly devastated by Levi, leading to a continuous decline in his strength.

Now reduced to a mere Weak Divine Power User.

Furthermore, he had sustained severe injuries from the Sand Worm Queen, nearly losing his life.

Confronting the relentless assault of the Purgatory Black King Dragon, he was utterly incapable of resistance.

Swiftly, the father and son concluded their spectacular act of vengeance.

"Retreat!"

The Black King gathered the spoils of their victory, yet as he contended with the onslaught from the Sand Worm Queen, he felt overwhelmed, his internal organs beginning to rupture.

He seized the Purgatory Demon Sword and vanished into the void.

In the subsequent instant, a chorus of sharp insectoid buzzing filled the air.

Another colossal insect queen descended from the sky, its body adorned with spikes, resembling a gargantuan caterpillar, its imposing presence rivaling that of the Four Emperors.

The Stinging Snake Queen!

The Black King cast a glance at the Purgatory Demon Sword.

"Son, the task now falls to you."

He knew that the Chaos Emperor must have surely devised a final trump card for his son's survival.

This knowledge was the very reason he had dared to venture into the astral world for retribution.

The Purgatory Demon Sword inwardly cursed its unreliable father.

Yet, it could only extend its right palm in resignation.

Eldest brother had also mentioned the importance of testing the insect queen's strength if the opportunity arose.

In the future, Nora would undoubtedly have to confront the insects as well.

Engaging in a preliminary spar would be highly advantageous.

The golden character [yuan] radiated with brilliant light.

The very earth trembled, war drums thundered, and dragon roars resounded in every direction!

A colossal phantom of a six-headed dragon ascended into the heavens.

It fixed its gaze upon the approaching Stinging Snake Queen and charged forth with immense ferocity.

Its indifferent eyes gazed down upon its adversary.

The six dragon heads unleashed their breath simultaneously, their energies intertwining.

Boom!

A world-shattering impact reverberated throughout the astral realm.

The Stinging Snake Queen, a being comparable to the Four Emperors, was struck as though by divine lightning.

A significant portion of her form was completely obliterated.