Legendary Class! Daydream Believer!

Maze City.

The center of the Lost Domain.

The entire city is a natural, giant maze. Without the Lost Monarch's permission, recklessly entering means never finding a way out.

Deep within the maze, on the seven-colored throne symbolizing supreme power, a majestic monarch beyond measure, covered in billions of maze markings, slumbered.

Legend has it that the Lost Monarch's Lifespan is immeasurable, older than many gods.

Legend has it that it is the embodiment of the most primal fears of billions of living beings towards confusion, loss, and the unknown.

In the Nightmare World, where powerhouses abound, among the more active monarchs of this era, its Strength ranks among the top.

It is too powerful, and too bored. So, it conceived within its body a bizarre and fantastical maze beyond ordinary imagination.

They eternally wander, endlessly reincarnate, infinitely die, and are reborn within this lost land.

From ancient times to the present, no life has ever escaped its internal maze.

They are called: the Lost Ones.

But today, the Lost Monarch on the throne opened its eyes, which had been closed for tens of thousands of years, and let out a soft murmur of surprise.

Its maze might have encountered a "small" problem.

"Interesting."

For countless ages, the Lost Monarch's maze has trapped countless Lost Ones above the Sixth Ring, including 63 Lost Ones at the Ninth Ring.

When it places life into the maze, it does not strip them of their ability to cultivate.

On the contrary, it sets up many interesting little games in the maze.

Those who can complete them can even receive rewards from the maze.

Watching these lives repeatedly cycle between hope and despair is the Lost Monarch's greatest pleasure.

As for those who caused problems in its maze, it doesn't remember when it sent them into the maze.

It only vaguely remembers that this group of pitiful creatures, who loved adventure and Knowledge but had short Lifespans, inadvertently offended it by capturing "Pan," a descendant it had left in the Nightmare World at some point, and used it to enter and exit the Nightmare World.

The Lost Monarch conveniently sent most of them into the maze, while the others basically perished in the Nightmare World.

Oh right, they seemed to call themselves the "School of Dream Weaving," and their organization was called the "Dreamland Spire," and their leader was some "Daydream Wizard."

The Lost Monarch only felt that they were like young calves unafraid of tigers. These short-lived creatures, who were like mayflies to it, also wanted to study the most complex dreamscapes?

The Sky was like a bright mirror, reflecting on the clear lake surface. White clouds cast leisurely reflections, and dappled sunlight shone on the lake, warm and pleasant.

Beside the lake stood a small wooden Lakeside Cabin.

A middle-aged man with white hair at his temples and a slightly weathered face was writing something at the table. Disordered drafts of paper were scattered all over the floor.

He was writing a book.

Its name was: The Interpretation of Dreams, 1001st Edition – Freud.

Without knowing when, an indescribable, terrifying figure suddenly appeared behind him.

"Daydream Wizard Freud, that's your name, isn't it?"

The Lost Monarch asked.

The middle-aged man raised his head and adjusted his thick glasses.

"Yes, Rost Trevor."

The Lost Monarch smiled:

"How did you know my real name?"

The middle-aged man said, "Sir, I have reincarnated 1001 times in your body. I am a person who is good at discovering things and can always obtain some clues."

The Lost Monarch couldn't help but applaud.

"The vast majority of people would experience emotional collapse and have their will destroyed after just one reincarnation within me. Some excellent Sixth Rings might endure a dozen or so, and a very few Ninth Rings might withstand hundreds. But you, while I was sleeping, have already experienced it 1001 times. I'm impressed."

It looked at the book.

"May I take a look?"

The middle-aged man nodded, handing it to the Lost Monarch, and said softly, "Knowledge is meant to be shared, Mr. Rost Trevor. I'll leave this book with you. Consider it a farewell gift. I've learned a great deal from you here."

The Lost Monarch laughed heartily.

"You're so confident that you can escape my control and leave this endless maze? Are you aware that a Tenth Ring being who fancies himself a God of Dream Weaving slumbers within this Lakeside Cabin maze?"

The middle-aged man said, "I know. In fact, I've already communicated with it, and I even tried to persuade it to rebel. But its will has been lost, and it has become a Heartless One, possessing only the Strength of a god. Your Strength is indeed formidable, I must admit."

The Lost Monarch snapped his fingers.

The blue sky, white clouds, and wilderness of this world began to dissipate, revealing its true appearance.

It was a gigantic humanoid creature, so immense that it defied measurement.

It slumbered in this world, its breath turning into white clouds, the drool from its mouth forming lakes, and the hairs on its body becoming mountain ranges. At its heart, however, there was only emptiness.

The Lost Monarch said, "He is called Hypnosde, and he holds a portion of the Dream Weaving authority. He is the so-called God of Sleep Weaving in the mouths of mortals in many civilizations, and some followers even call him the God of Sleep. He was too ambitious and wanted to encroach on my power, so I sent him into the maze. Unknowingly, he has slept here for nearly two hundred thousand years. His followers have probably forgotten him by now. Do you think you are stronger than him?"

The middle-aged man said, "My Strength is probably inferior to his, but perhaps I understand what Dream Weaving is better than he does? After all, he was placed on the altar by those followers. He may not even understand why he can wield the Strength of Dream Weaving, which is why he ignorantly challenged you, sir."

The Lost Monarch was silent for a moment before asking, "Then tell me, what is Dream Weaving?"

The middle-aged man said, "Sir, I think… I am Dream Weaving."

The Lost Monarch's expression changed slightly, and then he laughed.

"I see. A fine Daydream Wizard. I think we will meet again in the future. So, farewell for now."

The middle-aged man before him began to dissipate, turning into colorful butterflies that fluttered towards the unknown distance.

The Lost Monarch reached out his hand, as if wanting to grab them, but ultimately retracted it.

It opened the book that the middle-aged man had given him. On its title page, there was a sentence:

Does the Butterfly of the Heart Dream of the Visionary?

The Lost Monarch stood with his hands behind his back, watching the butterflies disappear into the maze.

"It's time to wake up."

On the throne of Maze City, the Lost Monarch opened his eyes once more, looking at the Dream Analysis, 1001st Edition by his hand.

"Using my Dream Weaving to forge a Legendary Wonder, how interesting. A cage that even gods cannot escape, yet a butterfly flew out."

Nora World.

The former Yellow Earth Continent now sits in the western sea of the Nora Continent.

Wizards and demons wage a protracted war here, endlessly repeating.

The former Mirror Lake was smashed into a giant pit because someone fell from Skyfall.

Above the ruins of the Dreamland Spire stands a collapsed Wizard Tower.

On the wall hangs an oil painting depicting a colorful butterfly.

The butterfly came to life, fluttering its wings and leaving behind trails of rainbows. The rainbows flew out of Mirror Lake and spread endlessly into the high Sky.

A series of confused figures began to appear on the rainbow bridge, they were both real and illusory, as if they did not exist in the real world, like dream bubbles.

At the same time, these figures all looked towards the end of the rainbow bridge. The colorful butterfly had transformed into a middle-aged Wizard in a white robe, and beneath his feet, billions of butterflies paved a road to an unknown destination.

Sauron Continent.

Black Abyss City.

A figure in a black robe meditated, seemingly contending with some kind of Strength. Before him was a phantom of a blood-red moon.

The Black Abyss Overlord opened his eyes.

"Someone has become a Legendary Wizard again, interesting. How could it be him?"

It was clear that even the Black Abyss Overlord had not anticipated that the Wizard Council's 14th Legendary Wizard was the middle-aged man on the Butterfly Bridge.

God Forsaken Continent.

Lady Lucy stood outside the military formation, gazing towards the distant Nora Continent.

"Freud? Excellent. The School of Dream Weaving is about to flourish."

Sauron Continent.

Eamon stood before the Eye of Sauron, seemingly observing something.

"What exactly does this Lord of Wind want to do?"

Since this being from the 645th layer of the Abyss had taken on the role of Commander-in-Chief of the Bloody Battle, the demons' tactics and strategies seemed to have improved, putting considerable pressure on Eamon.

Suddenly, a look of joy appeared on his face.

From somewhere on the Tower of Babel, a stream of light shot out. It was a winged envelope, like a carrier pigeon, heading towards the Nora Continent.

"The 14th seat of the Supreme Council has been filled. To be able to fight one's way out of the Lost Monarch's labyrinth is truly surprising."

As the Grand Speaker, he had naturally heard of the Lost Monarch's reputation. Even he had to be cautious when dealing with him. This newly born Legendary Wizard was no simple character.

Indeed, dreams were never simple.

Once the Bloody Battle was over and the Wizard civilization was stronger, they would inevitably have to face the Nightmare one day.

Ancient Dragon Continent.

Emperor Palace.

Levi also seemed to sense something.

"The birth of each Legendary Wizard creates a certain resonance within Nora, allowing the strong to sense it… At this moment, Nora is cheering."

However, with his current level, he couldn't yet discern which Legendary Wizard had been born. He would have to wait for the Supreme Council's announcement.

A month later.

More than a hundred years after the appearance of the Black Abyss Overlord, another new Legendary Wizard descended upon the world, shocking everyone.

His name was Daydream Believer Freud, the founder of the Dreamland Spire, the pioneer of the School of Dream Weaving, the author of The Interpretation of Dreams… an ancient Wizard from eighty thousand years ago.

This leader of the Dreamland Spire, who was rumored to have been devoured by the Nightmare, along with his entire organization, had miraculously returned, bringing with him the group of missing School of Dream Weaving Wizards.

It could be said that the shock brought by Lady Rowling and the Black Abyss Overlord paled in comparison to the return and Legendary Wizard promotion of Freud.

"This is simply a miracle, unbelievable!"

The Dragonfly Wizard, a former ranking judge of the Dark Ancient Tower, commented.

"It's hard to imagine what kind of adventures Lord Freud encountered in the Nightmare World. In any case, let us congratulate the birth of the 14th seat of the Supreme Council, and at the same time, please look forward to the arrival of the 15th Legendary Wizard," Grand Speaker Eamon congratulated.

"It's been a long dream,"

Freud's first words to the public were filled with such emotion.

Ancient Dragon Continent.

Levi looked at the newspaper, his heart filled with excitement.

"Awesome!"

That was the only feeling in his heart right now.

He had been in the Nightmare World for so long and had obtained quite a few inheritances related to the Dreamland Spire. From the clues he had gathered, this organization was trapped within the body of the terrifying Lost Monarch.

According to the Dreamland Spire Wizard's notes he had obtained early on at Mirror Lake, the Daydream Wizard was only an Eighth Ring Wizard like him when he disappeared from the Wizard World.

In other words, after being controlled by the Tenth Ring Lost Monarch with his mere Eighth Ring body, he was still able to fight his way out of countless Nightmare cycles, advance to Great Wizard, even create Legendary Wizard items, prove his Legendary Wizard status, and forcefully break free.

Besides awesome, there was nothing else to say! However, after calming down, Levi also felt a little worried.

"With the Lost Monarch's strength, can Freud really completely break free from control? Could it be a ploy to let him go in order to catch bigger fish, or is there some other conspiracy?"

It wasn't Levi's fault for being suspicious. He remembered how badly he had been tricked by the Human-Faced Spider when he first dealt with it. The truth and falsehood, the reality and illusion, were truly mind-boggling.

So, facing a Tenth Ring existence skilled at manipulating dreams and illusions, one can never be too careful.

"Well, I suppose these are just groundless worries. With the wisdom of the Grand Council Speaker and the other Legendary Wizards, they must have considered these possibilities. If it truly is a conspiracy by the Lost Monarch, it should be well under control."

"[Daydream Believer] is this legend's legendary title, [Dream-Deciphering Butterfly] is Freud's legendary profession, the demiplane is the [Visionary Dreamscape], and the legendary honorific is [The Sage Who Deconstructs Dreams, The Butterfly Who Pursues Illusions]... everything is related to dreams, and somewhat similar to Zhuang Zhou's Butterfly Dream from my previous life."

Zhuang Zhou's Butterfly Dream is also a well-known story among the Legendary Wizards of this world.

Because Sauron, that "plagiarist," had long ago engraved such classic allusions on the Quotation Wall in the Sauron language, in the style of Sauron's Sayings.

"Perhaps Freud also took inspiration from this allusion to comprehend the path of a Legendary Wizard."

After calming down, Levi continued his cultivation, hoping that one day, he too could ascend to the Legendary realm in such a miraculous state, and thoroughly impress everyone in the Wizarding World.

Three years later.

Nora Calendar 745.

Bloody Battle Year 533.

Like a butterfly flapping its wings, the return of the Daydream Believer has profoundly changed the landscape of the Wizarding World in the past three years.

In just three years, the School of Dream Weaving has risen from an insignificant minor school to a popular one, with a constant stream of applicants.

The Daydream Believer used supreme power to cleanse the magical disasters of the Yellow Earth Continent and rebuilt the Dreamland Spire on the ruins.

Most of the Dreamland Spire Wizards who followed him into the Lost Monarch's endless cycle have also returned.

They were fortunate because, due to the Lost Monarch's powerful abilities, they did not age in the countless cycles, but the outside world had undergone tremendous changes, with 80,000 years having passed.

In these cycles, their control over dreams became even more profound. Apart from the Daydream Believer, everyone else's strength has also improved, and even two Great Wizards have emerged.

One is called [Illusion Wind Wizard], and the other is called [Dream Moon Wizard]. They were respectively granted the title of "Walker" by the Supreme Council.

The Illusion Wind Walker and the Dream Moon Walker follow the Daydream Believer day and night, inseparable, and are his most proud disciples.

The fourteenth Sky City, [City of Dreams], has also begun construction.

Even in the Ancient Dragon Continent, Levi could see a group of Wizards busily working, carrying out the construction in full swing.

However, although the School of Dream Weaving is currently in the limelight, its foundation is too weak. It is now entirely supported by the original members of the Dreamland Spire, and it is still far from catching up with the Elemental Faction.

Currently, there are two Legendary Wizards each in the Earth, Combustion, Storm, Ocean, and Thunder factions.

There is one each in the Frost, Death, Life, and Dream factions. This is the current landscape of Legendary Wizards in the Wizard civilization.

Among the remaining major schools:

The Metal, Shadow, Darkness, and Light Factions have all produced Legendary Wizards in the past, some even more than one. It's just that they are slightly declining now.

There are various factors influencing this.

It is foreseeable that in the upcoming Golden Age, the next Legendary Wizard will most likely still emerge from the traditional Elemental Factions first, but other factions are also possible.

After all, these factions now have several Great Wizards sitting in charge, and their foundations are still there.

Even the relatively unpopular Poison Faction has its own Great Wizard in charge.

The more miserable ones are the Spiritualism Faction and its branch, the Insect School, as well as many obscure minor schools, which currently do not have a single Great Wizard.

As for Curses, Prophecy, Space, and Time, it is difficult to form independent factions because without Primal Soul cultivation, it is difficult to learn and master them.

The basis for the Wizard Council's division of factions is the need for a large number of low-level cultivators, from apprentices to Legendary Wizards, with a complete path of advancement.

In fact, the Great Wizards and Legendary Wizards of the current Wizard Council's major factions have more or less mastered the abilities of Curses, Prophecy, Time, and Space.

To some extent, these four factions have the most Legendary Wizards and Great Wizards.

Taking this Bloody Battle as an example, many of the high-level games between the two sides are silent, with predictions and curses being exchanged across endless space.

The intelligence war is also the same.

On the one hand, it is about sending undercover agents. On the other hand, it is about who has stronger predictive abilities.

This day.

Ancient Dragon Continent.

Li Dragon King, at the age of 1169, awoke from his cultivation, his eyes slightly shifting. On the Klein Crystal Ball, his mental power manifested:

[Mental Power: 17000/25550] [Spell Power: 34 million]

"Only 1000 points away from the Eighth Ring Experienced's standard of 18000 mental power. I only advanced to the Eighth Ring sixty years ago, and I'm already approaching Eighth Ring Experienced."

Therefore, Truth Wonders that enhance mental power or the mental power limit don't make a big difference to Levi.

Looking at it now, there are still benefits, because raising 1000 points of mental power during the Seventh Ring is definitely easier than doing so in the Eighth Ring.

These years of cultivation.

Levi's Chariot Rune has been upgraded to Seventeenth-Order, and the speed increase has reached 250%. The void traversal distance of his exclusive mount, the Silver Chariot, has reached 15,000 miles.

Although it's still far, Levi is now an Eighth Ring Wizard, capable of traversing tens of thousands of miles himself, and he also has the Invisible Secret Words, making 50,000 miles in an instant commonplace.

In this light, this chariot seems to be gradually retiring. However, judging from the trend of distance increase, the abilities gained later are increasing in steps as the rune level increases. After grinding a few more levels later, it should be useful again.

In addition.

The Lovers Rune has been upgraded to Thirteenth-Order, and the luck increase has reached 140%. Coupled with "Pleasant Goat's" "Lucky Tune," the increase of Absolute Luck has reached a terrifying 280% when doubled. Wouldn't it be amazing to use probabilistic spells like Absolute Zero? Since Levi advanced to the Eighth Ring, Absolute Zero has always hit its mark against Eighth Ring enemies, never missing.

Perhaps, he can try his luck against Ninth Ring powerhouses next.

The Moon Rune has been upgraded to Twelfth-Order, and the Lifespan increase is as high as 120%.

Levi can't use up his Lifespan at all, and Hundred Flowers has also benefited from this, with her Lifespan increase reaching 60%. Her base Lifespan is around 3500 years, multiplied by 1.6, which is 5600 years, directly approaching that of an ordinary Great Wizard.

And Hundred Flowers is now less than 1400 years old, with more than 4000 years of Lifespan remaining.

"It's a pity that the Jade Rabbit Star Soul can only be bound to one person, otherwise..."

Levi felt a slight regret in his heart.

Finally, the Hanged Man Rune has also reached the Fourth-Order level, with an elemental damage resistance increase of 30%.

According to tests, in the "naked whiteboard state" without using any protective force fields or protective equipment.

He can withstand ordinary Combustion Faction spells of the Eighth Ring, but it will only cause some insignificant explosion damage, and the elemental burning damage is almost non-existent.

"With such an increase, when I reach Eighth Ring Completion, I may be able to replicate the feat of slaying a Primal Soul Wizard at the Fifth Ring... It's a pity that the Crypt Wizard is a thing of the past."

Levi complained inwardly.

Of course, if possible, it's better not to encounter Ninth Ring enemies. Why risk your life with all your strength when you can safely crush them?

Reality is not a game.

Fighting beyond your level, apart from some insignificant fame, cannot bring any benefits such as "double experience points."

In terms of spells.

The Armor of the Sea God, The Rise and Fall of the Sea, and Sea Delta, which he had been practicing some time ago, have all been cultivated to the Fifteenth-Order Sixth Ring level.

After Levi tested it, the defensive power of the Sixth Ring limit Armor of the Sea God is so strong that it can even withstand a blow from an Eighth Ring Experienced Wizard. It is indeed among the top ten Eighth Ring defensive spells in the current Wizarding World.

Looking at it now, the case of someone using Armor of the Sea God to save their life in front of a Ninth Ring powerhouse should be true. Of course, he must have had other means to help him escape.

The Rise and Fall of the Sea goes without saying. These years, the first thing Levi does every day is to practice this spell, giving the Ancient Dragon Continent a "massage."

According to his measurements, the coastline of the Ancient Dragon Continent has advanced by several kilometers. When this spell reaches the Eighth Ring, the speed of advancement will definitely be faster.

Levi estimates that before he becomes a Great Wizard, the Ancient Dragon Continent has a chance to merge with other satellite continents. By then, the land of the Ancient Dragon Continent will be completely sufficient, and there will be no need to reclaim land from the sea in a short time.

The Path of the Knight.

Both the Nightmare Dragon and the Death Ember Dragon Breathing Technique are steadily moving forward.

Especially the Nightmare Dragon, after having Khorne Overlord, this pure-blooded dragon, the Golden Spear directly retired, only occasionally serving as an auxiliary.

After a while, these two breathing techniques will also reach the peak of the Seventh Level.

The Death Ember Dragon was originally a Mythic Breathing Technique, and it will not be possible to surpass the gods in a short time, unless Levi can directly find many kinds of legendary bloodline factors, or use Mythic-level ones in one step. Therefore, the next step is to directly advance, and he will not stall at the level for the sake of evolution.

If the Nightmare Dragon manages to kill the Khorne Overlord and acquire a legendary bloodline, it should be able to step into the Mythic level.

Levi's current plan is that if he can find a new bloodline before reaching his limit, he will take advantage of the fact that his 'relationship' with the Khorne Overlord isn't too deep and turn it into resources for his advancement.

Anyway, this guy originally wanted to harm him. If it weren't for Black Abyss Senior's help, he wouldn't have been able to take it down.

There's no rush now. For the time being, he'll have it guard the Black Dragon Territory. If he can find an Eighth Ring Nightmare Dragon Spawn, that would be even more perfect. Honestly, using a pureblood dragon as material for his Eighth Ring advancement is a bit of a waste.

Ancient Banyan Immortal Realm.

An eight-story pagoda soars into the clouds, with phenomena such as thunder, ocean, earth, and Nightmare appearing around it, making it look extraordinary.

Levi is building a Wizard Tower of the Chaos Faction, encompassing all things.

After years of refining, the outer framework looks quite impressive.

However, major projects like solidifying runes and Magic Arrays haven't been done yet, making it look good but useless.

"Forget it, I won't push myself. I'll take a break for a while. This broken tower... I'll wait until Holy Infant and the others reach Eighth Ring before refining it together."

Levi compromised.

If it were an ordinary Wizard Tower, it would be fine, but the Wizard Tower he wants is based on blueprints personally designed by Gargamel.

"Speaking of which, it would be great if existences like Gargamel could appear in this great era. It's a pity that he didn't step into the Legendary realm before he fell."

The giant Dragon Corpse Demon immersed in the giant pit has also absorbed about half of the pool water. It will take some time to fully form.

Under the Ancient Banyan Tree.

Mana, the Immortal Banyan Dragon, Martha, and Black Phoenix, four idle Long-Lived Species ladies, are playing mahjong, which is naturally a form of entertainment Levi taught them.

The Ash Dragon, like a puppy, is lying at Mana's feet, sleeping carefree.

Seeing it, Levi remembered Unbowed Silver Seat Owens. It's been a long time since he contacted him. He wondered how he was doing. He immediately threw a Gold Coin to summon him.

Boom! A loud noise in the Sky.

A silver light descended from the Sky, appearing in an incredibly handsome hero landing pose. Owens laughed and said, "My friend, I am already a Seventh-Stage Ash Swordsman... Oh, damn, you're already Eighth Ring?!"

Over the past few centuries, Owens has been working hard to cultivate at all times. He finally stepped into the Seventh-Stage of Ash Swordsman not long ago.

Even in the heyday of the Ash World before it was assimilated by the Nightmare World, this was an absolute powerhouse.

After all, Ninth-Stage Ash Swordsmen are legendary existences, rarely seen.

Owens knew that Levi cultivated quickly, but he didn't expect that this human, who used to be evenly matched with him, had already stepped into Eighth Ring, becoming the strongest existence below demigods.

Levi asked, "Long time no see, how is the situation on your side recently?"

Owens sighed, suddenly feeling sad, "It's still the same. There are more and more corrupted things. I can feel that the entire world seems to be heading towards decline... When that day comes, I may also turn into Ash and return to darkness."

Levi asked, "Is there any way to save it?"

"I don't know. All the Ash Lords have already died. The only survivor may be that dragon. Perhaps it knows something." Owens looked at the sleeping Little Grey Ash Dragon.

"Alright, I'm happy to see you advance to Eighth Ring. I have to go back." Owens turned and left.

Watching Owens' back, Levi was thoughtful. From the current situation of the Ash Dragon, it should not have recovered its past life memories. If it had recovered, it would not have been able to hide it after years of companionship.

What exactly is Owens?

Levi has always been confused. As Levi's realm improved, coupled with Owens' words just now, Levi had some understanding.

In his eyes, Ash fell, and he once again entered the long-lost Ash World.

In a world of only gray and black, Ash falls from the Sky, and the sound of waves lapping against the shore can be heard from afar.

When Levi entered the Ash World from Lion King City in the Yellow Earth Continent before, he appeared in an Ash version of Lion King City.

And now, when he enters from the Ancient Banyan Immortal Realm, what appears before him is also the Ancient Banyan Immortal Realm.

It's just that this Immortal Realm is full of Ash and lifeless.

This is a very strange reflection, as if... the Ash World is a reflection of all worlds.

Generally speaking.

This kind of world that can connect to the Multiverse is either a main spiritual plane, such as the Star Realm or the Nightmare World. They are formed by the power of faith or the power of fear.

Another type is the Netherworld, because the Nether Mother River controls the cycle of life and death, and its tributaries also connect to all realms.

The Ash World is just an ordinary large world. Judging from its history, there are not many Tenth Ring experts, yet it can reflect Nora and even other worlds.

According to Levi's research over the years, there is only one world that possesses such ability, and that is: the Shadow World.

One theory suggests that the Shadow World was once a super world, because it is the reflection of the Multiverse, but it was downgraded due to some kind of change.

Levi thinks this is possible. Perhaps a long time ago, the Ash World was separated from the Shadow World.

To verify his thoughts, Levi wandered around the Ancient Banyan Immortal Realm.

The area here is not large, and he quickly found his target. On the eastern coast of the Immortal Realm, he discovered another village.

A swordsman wearing rusty silver armor, hugging a giant sword, sat withered under the village entrance's windmill, his eyes deep.

His face was exactly the same as Owens, but his strength was only at the first stage of an Ash Swordsman.

After thinking about it, Levi asked:

"Excuse me, where is this?"

The swordsman raised his head and said:

"This is Windmill Village, outsider. Are you looking to hire the strongest Ash Swordsman in Windmill Village?"

Familiar dialogue, just like yesterday, Levi's expression was calm.

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be Owens of the Unbowed Silver Seat, right?"

The swordsman looked surprised.

"How do you know?"

Confirming what he thought, Levi turned into Ash and dissipated, leaving Windmill Village.

Ancient Banyan Immortal Realm.

Levi's figure appeared.

"The Ash World entered from the Ancient Banyan Immortal Realm is different from the Ash World entered from Nora... but both have a Windmill Village, and both have an Owens."

"Because the Ancient Banyan Immortal Realm and the world independent of Nora, each world has an independent reflection. Isn't this the Shadow World recorded in the classics?"

"The current Shadow World is only a part of the real Shadow World. There are countless fragmented worlds scattered throughout the Multiverse like pearls in the sea. These puzzle pieces combined are a super world comparable to the Star Realm or the Nightmare World."

"Owens can appear in all Ash Worlds, perhaps because he is related to the Ash World itself, such as the incarnation of the world's will, or the reincarnation of a strong Ash World expert."

Over the years, Owens' strength has been steadily improving. On the one hand, it is Levi's feeding, and on the other hand, he doesn't seem to have any bottlenecks, which makes Levi a little surprised. He himself relies on cheating, what does Owens rely on?

Levi has a hunch.

The downgrading of the Shadow World, and those fragmented Ash Worlds, are likely related to super worlds like the Netherworld, the Nightmare World, the Star Realm, and the Abyss. It may be caused by their games.

Besides that, there is no power that can downgrade a super world... oh right, there is still the Dark Insect Race to pay attention to now.

"Maybe we'll know something when the Ember Dragon recovers its memory. After all, it was also one of the high-level figures in the Ash World."

Darkness Zone.

In a world dominated by the ocean, filled with demonic energy, a group of fully armed Myriad Races Council staff members looked at the empty Sea Race city and the rampaging demons.

"What's going on? Where are those Sea Race? Who can give me an explanation?"

"Sir, that group of Sea Race, under the bewitchment of a self-proclaimed descendant of the Sturgeon Emperor, [Liberator Baghdad], took advantage of the demons' chaos to kill the guardians of this world and ran away with smuggled spaceships..."

"Damn it! This is a Dharma Destroyer warrior seedling breeding base that even the big shots are paying attention to. Go after them, go and bring those Sea Race back! You bunch of good-for-nothings, you can't even keep an eye on a Sea Race."

"Our people have already gone to search, sir, please don't be impatient. The Darkness Zone markets nearby all have our informants. As long as this group of Sea Race buys supplies, they will be discovered by us."

Darkness Zone.

A spaceship with an ancient design, like a black shark, is wandering in deep space. A burly Sea Race strongman with a strength in the late Sixth Ring is sitting at the bow of the ship.

It was Baghdad.

Back then, it inexplicably followed the Sea Race and was arranged by the Myriad Races Council in the New World, more than seven hundred years ago.

In the subsequent Sea Race melee, Baghdad relied on the Sturgeon Emperor bloodline, as well as other opportunities and good fortune, to rise rapidly and defeat one powerful enemy after another.

Not long ago, demons wreaked havoc, killing the Sea Race's only Sixth Ring powerhouse. Baghdad seized this opportunity to directly seize power and become the leader of the Sea Race.

As it rose to a high position, it also came into contact with some truths and conspiracies.

The Myriad Races Council did not want to help the Sea Race rebuild their homeland; they simply wanted to raise the Sea Race as pigs for experiments on the so-called Dharma Destroyer project, to fight against the Wizard World.

Naturally, Baghdad did not want to see its compatriots being used in this way, so it led its people to resist the local rulers, escape the New World, and begin a life of drifting in the Darkness Zone.

Now, it doesn't know where to go.

It can't go back to the Wizard World.

Firstly, the Sea Race's defection from Nora is a serious crime, and secondly, it's too far away.

It opened its palm, and eight dark golden weapons floated in the void, each with a different style.

These were the tokens of the Treasury of Emperors.

It has eight here, and there are four left, which are likely lost in Nora.

There are three in the Submerged Ancient City, as for the ancestral Trident... it lost it.

"Alas, if I could enter the Treasury of Emperors, perhaps I would have a chance to step into the Eighth Ring, or even the Sea God realm of the past. Although it's not enough to contend with large civilizations, it wouldn't be difficult to find a place for the Sea Race to settle down in this Darkness Zone."

Sauron Continent.

Inside a secluded mansion.

The Golden Walker brewed a cup of Mind-Clearing Tea, smelled it, and felt refreshed.

"After waiting for hundreds of years, this Mind-Clearing Tea has finally sprouted. It is indeed extraordinary. Although the effect is not obvious for my realm, drinking tea year after year is still very beneficial... That Louise must have other good things from the Ancient Tomb Clan. Eighth Ring strength in the Ancient Tomb Clan means she's a noble high-ranking member. There are nine adult pure-blooded dragons under the Nine Dragons Emperor, each extraordinary. Now that it has fallen, I wonder if those pure-blooded dragons were buried with it? If I could capture one, or obtain its corpse, the value would be immeasurable."

The Golden Walker was originally responsible for the management of alien race affairs. After being promoted to Great Wizard, he was further promoted to one of the people in charge.

In this position, he has also made a lot of money from those alien races who have come to the Wizard World.

Of course, he will generally get things done after receiving benefits, it's all a mutually beneficial transaction.

He can feel that as he advances to Great Wizard, the Golden Lightning Family's luck is about to return.

How to make his family go further in this golden age, thereby exceeding the scope of ordinary top Wizard organizations and becoming a major force influencing Wizard civilization, is what he is considering now.

First of all, he must find a way to support the family and give birth to more Primal Soul Wizards and Great Wizards, and then, through the family's feedback, go further in the Great Wizard realm.

It would be even better if he could become a Legendary Wizard and obtain a seat on the Supreme Council.

He has great ambitions and wants to build the Golden Lightning Family into a super family that lasts for millions of years.

The position of Great Councilor, others can do it, so can the Golden Lightning Family!

"Speaking of which, the Twilight Hall Master is too ambitious, daring to annex the House of Witches. It's a pity that he is a favorite in front of the Black Abyss Overlord and cannot be touched."

The remarks he made during the interview earlier were to test the higher-ups' attitude towards the Ancient Dragon Continent.

If the higher-ups revoked the merger, it would mean that the Ancient Dragon Continent had not yet reached a point where he needed to be wary.

It's a pity that the higher-ups acquiesced.

The Golden Walker also gave up his unrealistic ideas. In the current situation, he must also tread on thin ice in Sauron Continent.

Otherwise, even if he is a Great Wizard, he will stumble. The family's luck declined greatly before because those juniors were too restless.

"Forget it, I'll still find a way to plot some opportunities from that Louise of the Ancient Tomb Clan."

Time passed.

Five years later.

Nora Calendar 750, Bloody Battle Year 538.

Inside the Ancient Banyan Immortal Realm, Levi awoke from his secluded cultivation, a look of joy on his face.

"The Tairo Wizard Ruins have been found. Whether I can obtain the last of the Four Great Body Refinement Methods depends on this."

Gandalf has already integrated the Eight-Armed Demon God and Ten-Winged Sky Dragon from the Four Great Body Refinement Methods, and the cultivation of the authentic Nine-Headed Hell Serpent Body Refinement Method has also embarked on the right track. Only the Thousand-Eyed Titan Body Refinement Technique is missing to complete his merits.