Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 3137: 645: Nightmare Council

It must return to the Nightmare World!

Since you all desire to feast on my essence, let's see what you've got!

Boom!

It, along with the Master of Horror, ignited their very beings simultaneously.

The surge of power following their ascension caused a subtle shift in the Abyss Will.

"A final, desperate struggle!"

Emerging from behind the two supreme entities of the Abyss, another figure materialized.

Its form was a deep, celestial blue, adorned with countless stars. Trails of starlight connected them, weaving cryptic patterns of destiny, imbued with an ancient, worldly wisdom.

"The Fallen Star Lord, Ogrian!"

The Master of Horror's countenance shifted dramatically.

"Do the Rulers of the Abyss not consist of only two supreme beings?"

Why had a third appeared?

Could it be, much like the Nightmare, that a sacrifice of the living was needed to summon such a powerful entity?

The Abyss Will let out a resonant laugh:

"There are many truths you remain ignorant of."

The ceaseless bloodshed that plagued the Abyss...

Was it not all orchestrated for this very moment?

While the Abyss presented an image of madness and chaos, engaging in relentless warfare.

In reality, concealed beneath these outward appearances.

Lay the abyssal will's accumulated might, meticulously prepared over billions of years.

As the foremost cosmic realm to defy the Mother of Darkness.

The Abyss refused to be merely one of the Four Great Giants. Instead, it harbored ambitions to usurp the Astral World and conquer the Multi-Verse.

In a peculiar way, its aspirations mirrored those of Nora.

The three supreme beings converged upon the Nightmare, initiating a titanic struggle!

This epic conflict raged on until two years later, in the year 4002 of the Nora Calendar.

The Nightmare Will, leading its remaining forces, managed to break through the encirclement.

By this time, their numbers had dwindled to a mere 120 Monarchs, a staggering reduction of 30.

The Master of Horror found its power diminished, falling to the Early Stage of the Eleventh Level.

And the Nightmare Will narrowly avoided expulsion from the Late Stage Realm.

The Abyss Will surveyed the devastated battlefield, its expression etched with a grim resolve.

"We still could not manage to keep it contained."

This supreme entity, whose sole desire was escape, proved exceptionally difficult to ensnare.

Even the combined might of three supreme beings was insufficient.

This represented the absolute peak of their current power.

The Lord of Chaotic Stars and the Lord of Buried Stars were still a considerable distance from achieving supremacy.

The Abyss Will intended to absorb the Nightmare, thereby bolstering these two burgeoning powers, while simultaneously elevating its own standing, ensuring the Abyss's might would eclipse that of the Astral World.

"You cannot escape."

The Abyss regrouped, continuing its relentless pursuit.

...

Year 4017 of the Nora Calendar.

Beyond the Pan-Plane, amidst the desolate Star Ruins.

The Dark Sun Plane had vanished completely, leaving no trace.

From the heart of the ruins, a figure cloaked in black rose, exhaling an aura of profound darkness.

Adam felt an overwhelming wave of power coursing through him.

"Is this the sensation of being legendary? To be reborn anew, like a phoenix from the ashes."

He clenched his fist, grasping a vast expanse of darkness.

An endless torrent of dark energy surged within, coalescing into a terrifying black sun.

In this boundless cosmos, there were no witnesses, no accolades.

As time marched onward.

Adam experienced a growing sense of emptiness.

Achieving legendary status was not the glorious experience he had envisioned.

He came to a profound realization:

True legendary status requires the backdrop of civilization.

Only those who are etched into the collective memory of all beings, who find their place in the annals of history, who leave an indelible mark on the river of time, can be considered truly 'legendary.'

Otherwise, regardless of one's power, they are no different from the distant Sun, Moon, and Stars, adrift in the void.

Isolated, desolate, and melancholic.

Yet, he possessed no civilization to anchor him.

He was a dark wizard.

He was the embodiment of treachery against civilization, the Dark Sun itself.

Suddenly, a voice pierced the silence, resonating in his ear.

"Black Sun Adam."

Another wizard, also clad in black robes but crowned with a Divine Crown, descended from above.

More accurately, it was a god.

The Dark Wizard Emperor, Asta!

This formidable entity, though engaged in the cosmic war within the Astral World, had secretly observed the Black Sun.

"Yes, and what of it?"

"I perceive within you immense potential. Would you consider joining forces within the Astral World, and collaborating on grand endeavors?"

"I have no interest."

With his refusal, Adam conjured a miniature black sun, instantaneously obliterating the projection of the Dark Wizard Emperor.

"You, you... Blasphemer!"

The Dark Wizard Emperor's voice faded into nothingness.

Adam continued his aimless wandering, the darkness readily submitting to his will.

Within his heart, a faint voice seemed to echo.

He recognized it as the voice of the darkness itself.

The Master of the Universe, the Mother of Darkness!

In contrast to the trials faced by other legendary wizards, Adam's great tribulation had proceeded with remarkable ease.

He could discern the benevolent intentions emanating from the Mother of Darkness.

She seemed to harbor high expectations for him.

She believed he possessed a supreme destiny.

She desired for him to be the instrument of her will.

However, the Black Sun remained largely indifferent.

One day, during his solitary journey, he encountered a bald man.

This individual was attired in a golden robe, his eyes radiating kindness and wisdom.

"You are the Black Sun, Adam, are you not?"

"And who might you be?"

"I am the Heavenly Wisdom Saint King."

"A denizen of the Golden Sacred Realm?"

"Indeed, though the Sacred Realm is now but a memory of history."

"And where do you journey now?"

"I am uncertain. And you?"

"My path is equally undefined."

"Since neither of us has a set destination, why not journey together?"

The Black Sun paused for a brief moment before responding:

"Very well."

He sensed that this Saint King person harbored no ill will and understood everything.

Truly a paramount existence.

Staying by his side was not a poor choice.

...

On the Sorren Continent.

Within the resplendent Blazing Sun Sky City.

A figure draped in crimson robes stood near a window, gazing out into the vast expanse of deep space.

The quiet rap of knuckles against the door interrupted Emmon’s contemplation.

"Enter."

Levi, clad in white robes, entered the chamber.

He inquired,

"In two hundred years, your wager with the Prankster God Arevin will conclude. Shall we preemptively deal with him?"

Emmon, already a supreme being,

planned to descend into the mortal realm by shedding his divine persona at that designated time.

However, such an end would be too benevolent for his adversary.

Levi proposed a more direct approach: strike first and subdue him.

Previously, a degree of apprehension had existed regarding the astral world.

Now, that timidity was no longer necessary.

Emmon responded,

"There is no rush for me; he is merely a trivial jester."

Levi voiced his concern,

"The sole worry is that he might manage to elude us."

Emmon instructed,

"Proceed to eliminate him as you see fit; simply operate within the grand strategy orchestrated by Nora, and do not concern yourself with my situation."

Levi acknowledged with a nod.

"Then I shall make the decision independently."

After a brief pause, he questioned,

"Lord Emmon, have you been well? Is there any risk of you becoming lost?"

Hera had yet to make an appearance up to this point.

Emmon assured him,

"I am perfectly fine, and furthermore, I have contingency plans in place. Even if I were to become disoriented... I believe I would find my way back. You need not fret."

Hearing about the existence of backup measures, Levi felt a sense of relief.

"Very well, then you should get some rest."

"Hahaha, rest for what? Both the Duke of Rumon and the Ice Sea Witch have achieved legendary status today, a historically rare event; we must bear witness."

The prominent figures of Nora, both old and new, emerged into the open.

The heavens above the Sorren Continent had transformed into a dual realm of Ice and Fire.

On the left, the Ice Sea Witch appeared like a figure from a fairy tale, her skin as white as snow, a cascade of stars flowing upwards, freezing into a magnificent spiral staircase under the chill of her breath.

She ascended these steps with an expression of firm resolve.

On the right, Duke Rumon became the Magma King, erupting with subterranean fire, molten lava flowing around him, his pair of crimson fists thrust towards the sky, tearing through the very firmament as he embarked on his legendary path.

"Two legends attaining their status on the same day, utterly astounding!"

"Indeed, I have never witnessed such an occasion in my life."

Both the esteemed dignitaries and the common folk watched with awe and offered their silent prayers.

Once the celestial phenomenon subsided, Levi and Emmon stood in quiet anticipation.

A full month later, two resplendent bridges of light extended from the depths of space.

Levi clapped his hands together, exclaiming,

"Congratulations to both of you on solidifying your legendary statuses!"

Emmon, unable to resist, added with a laugh,

"Two is certainly better than four, hahaha."

The advantages of dual cultivation among legendary figures had been demonstrated in prior conflicts.

Although achieving it was undeniably challenging.

However, for reincarnated individuals of legend, harnessing the power of a golden era provided a glimmer of hope for advancement.

As reincarnated beings of legend,

given their advanced age, they should have attained legendary status much earlier.

Yet, Rumon had taken a detour to pursue studies as a knight, and the Ice Sea Witch had also encountered certain unforeseen circumstances.

Ultimately, this delay extended to the present moment, but it was not entirely too late.

Duke Rumon jestingly declared,

"Lord Emmon, allow me to state this upfront.

I align myself with the Earth Faction.

The Burning Faction has grown excessively powerful; I must seek to establish a balance."