Chapter 1169: The Birth of a Wondrous Object, the Breakthrough of the Dead Ember, the Dragon of Nirvana! (1)

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The Senior State Assembly.

The Ancient Saints gazed fervently at the projection high in the sky.

“This is the true might of the Initial Ancient Saint! The Emperor’s majesty!”

“Those who follow wicked paths dare to anger the Emperor. Death is too light a punishment for them!”

The Ancient Saints recognized Levi’s manifestation of the Six Heavenly Gods, having witnessed it before.

Dusk Holy Temple.

The knights, known for their robust physiques, were even more exhilarated.

“This is the kind of battle I crave! I’ll go into seclusion. If I don’t become a Level 1 knight within three years, I’m no man!”

“I have this feeling that this monster’s aura is somewhat similar to our commander’s, but it’s too ugly to be him.”

“If you ask me, the commander is probably in seclusion somewhere.”

…

Endless Sea.

The Ocean Abyss Alliance.

A young body-refining wizard’s eyes burned with fervor.

“D*mn it! If I had known such a being existed, I wouldn’t have gone into seclusion. I, the supreme fist wizard, cannot fight such a being. It’s heartbreaking!”

Missing this opportunity meant that to battle the Amethyst Race or the Dragon Abomination, he would have to step into the primordial soul and travel between planes. However, these races were rare and mostly stayed in their own planes, protected by tenth-level beings.

He couldn’t recklessly invade their strongholds.

“Seclusion has ruined me!”

Central Realm

The perceptive Dragonfly Wizard examined the images brought by his subordinates.

“Dragon Abomination? Why does it remind me of the Demon Sword Dragon Wizard? Or perhaps, the Demon Sword Dragon Wizard wasn’t a dragon descendant at all, but a… Dragon Abomination!”

The more the Dragonfly Wizard analyzed, the more his thoughts spiraled off course.

…

The Nine Hells.

The Fifth Layer.

A solitary figure walked silently through the desolate wilderness.

His upper body was bare, covered in menacing black scales that served as a demonic armor.

In his hand, he held a black demonic sword, his body engulfed in ever-burning black flames, resembling a true demon.

Around his waist hung the severed heads of three devil dukes and a large wine jug.

He sat down on the ground, taking a deep swig from the jug, exhaling a breath of alcohol as he spoke. “Lately, I’ve been feeling restless, as if someone’s been talking about me behind my back… Speaking of which, with the ancient tower opening, the Wizard World must be quite lively.”

As the offspring of the Purgatory Black King Dragon, he had descended into Hell to escape his enemies, slaughtering devils to avenge his mother and to hone his Purgatory Demon Sword path.

His name was Demon Sword Dragon Wizard Soderos.

…

Outside the Ancient Tower, the Land of Darkness.

Suspended in the void, Gryus propped his chin on his hand, sitting atop a volcano, watching the scene unfold.

“Is the Dragon Abomination really this powerful? Could it be that Soderos has a hidden ace?”

As a tenth-level being, he typically only watched the grand dramas of the higher layers.

However, occasionally, even the lower layers presented some interesting “small plays.”

The recent battle, where a Dragon Abomination had slaughtered three Amethyst Race members, was exceptionally entertaining, even to his discerning eye.

“What? Our Dragon Abomination defeating the Amethyst Race isn’t standard practice?”

A colossal black dragon’s projection appeared behind Gryus, gazing intently at the third layer of the ancient tower, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

This was none other than the Dragon Abomination Venerable, Otharus.

“Are you only brave enough to send a projection here?” Gryus teased.

“Hmph, I’m not as idle as you.” Otharus retorted.

This place was too close to the Wizard World. If his true form appeared, it would surely draw the attention of the legendary wizards.

He wasn’t like Gryus, who was a sworn brother of Sauron, and therefore not targeted by the congress of legendary wizards.

In truth, Otharus was puzzled.

He had his subordinates investigate, and among the dispatched Dragon Abominations, none had the capability to manifest three heads and six arms.

However, the opponent didn’t seem to be a fake. The appearance of a Dragon Abomination might be easy to disguise, but the insane and domineering aura was not something that could be imitated.

“Perhaps a wandering Dragon Abomination has returned. Come home, child. The Dragon Abomination Plane is your true home!” This Father of Dragon Abominations whispered to himself.

…

Dark Ancient Tower.

The Third Layer.

Hurricane Gorge.

Levi collected the massive amethyst crystal.

“This can be used for weapon refinement, comparable in quality to fifth-level materials, albeit without elemental attributes.”

Scattered in the pit were numerous storage rings and wizard tools, remnants from the bodies of the Amethyst Race.

Unfortunately, many had been destroyed in the recent battle.

In fact, storage rings could be damaged, the lower their level, the more easily they broke.

Given Levi’s current realm, even fourth-circle storage rings could be accidentally shattered.

Thus, when facing weak enemies, he preferred to pierce them with his sword to avoid indiscriminate attacks that might destroy the rings.

If a storage ring shattered, its internal space would also collapse.

The contents might spill out if lucky, but otherwise, they’d be lost in spatial turbulence.

This time, the enemy was formidable, forcing Levi to use the Six Heavenly Gods to suppress them. As a result, he couldn’t fully control his strength, leading to the destruction of a few rings.

Thankfully, the easily destroyed rings were usually of poor quality, with little chance of holding valuable items. Still, it was always painful to lose any potential treasures.