He himself raised 50 trillion.
The remaining 50 trillion was borrowed from the Council Treasury.
This is enough for the congress to forge over a thousand Sun Refining Artifacts.
An ordinary legendary wizard would only prepare at most ten trillion.
But Levi dared not gamble, so he prepared this much.
In addition, he also readied many other rare oddities.
He simply feared that such astronomical resources might still not fill this gap.
Only then would he consider consuming his own lifespan.
Though his lifespan was ample, every second was hard-won.
Now, Emmon gazed skyward.
The nine great powerhouses had already vanished like smoke, transforming into nine currents of pulsating Divine Light.
Their colors varied, each symbolizing one of the nine attributes.
At this mont, Levi produced the final item: [Light Candle].
This was forged by Sauron from the bodies of several Gods, its quality exceedingly high.
The candle soared to the extre point of the array belonging to Light, and swiftly lted. It turned into a wisp of sacred milky-white aura, rising into the heavens.
Just like that.
The ten currents intertwined, spinning and stirring up a million miles of elental energy.
Emmon whispered in his heart:
"With anomalies born of such oddities, in the impending Great Tribulation of Artifacts, aside from Levi, any other legendary wizard could not possibly endure..."
The Frost Witch appeared, saying:
"I’ll assist in overseeing as well. This is the critical mont; do not let certain parties create chaos."
...
Ancient Dragon Continent.
During this ti, Elena likewise refrained from cultivation.
Throughout Levi’s tribulation, she dared not close her eyes.
Within the fairyland, three children still waited for their father’s return.
Pharmacist Association.
Triss had just finished researching all breakthrough potions from the first to ninth circle of the Nightmare Series. Now, having passed inspection, they were placed on sale at Gandalf Pharmacy.
The road to wealth advanced another step forward.
She gazed into the distance.
"It’s not over yet... This is truly a legendary journey beyond imagination."
...
Land of Darkness.
The Abyss Well split open, and the shadowy figure of a shadow demon quietly erged.
It exuded a level-10 aura, being Lord of the 356th layer of the Abyss.
Shadow Demon King.
Not long ago, it had just achieved Level 10 Middle Stage.
This ti it ca, for no other reason except, in a suicide-like fashion, to charge into the Dusk Palace Master’s legendary tribulation, acting as a disruption.
As long as it could cause his failure, the sacrifice was of no consequence.
Abyss Layer 666.
The Chaotic Servant sat atop a throne piled high with Divine Bones.
The Shadow Demon King, of course, was its arrangent. For it was not in the nature of an Abyss Lord to have such self-sacrificing spirit.
It knew this move likely would not succeed, but it was worth a try.
If, by chance, it worked, the Abyss would reap imnse profits.
...
Nightmare World.
The Ghost Alley Monarch’s heart was trembling.
According to the latest frontline reports, the Dusk Palace Master is advancing to legendary rank.
If he succeeds, the consequences will be unimaginable.
"Soone! Stop him!"
It believed the Nightmare World ought to be even more aggressive.
Directly deploy 200 Monarchs acros Nora, carrying out devastating attacks.
This is the only chance to eradicate the Dusk Palace Master.
After all, as he undergoes the tribulation, he cannot interfere in the war.
If not now, then when?
Nightmare World Core.
The fleshy silhouette wore a hesitant expression; the Master of Horror was torn by internal conflict.
"Abyss and astral world? Are they truly indifferent?"
Three hundred years ago, in battle, Nora already demonstrated the power to threaten even giants.
It expected the Abyss and Astral World would not be able to sit still much longer.
Yet unexpectedly, both factions held their forces in reserve.
"Could it be, they have silently acquiesced to Nora becoming the Fifth Pole?"
The Master of Horror felt sowhat dissatisfied deep within.
As the saying goes:
When one monk carries water, he drinks; when two carry, they share; when three, there is none.
This simple adage is now the true portrait of the three giants.
All desire to annex Nora, yet each fears becoming the wedding dress for another.
Amid such mutual suspicion, all unexpectedly opted to stand by as spectators.
The Master of Horror reached out with its consciousness to Nightmare, and an ancient, chaotic, negative will surged back, uttering an unnaable murmur:
"Awaken —for what purpose?"
"Supre Will, I wish to lead 200 Nightmare Monarchs to embark on a crusade to Nora!"
"No. We have already lost more than fifty Monarchs. Our overall power among the Four Primordial Worlds has already slipped to the bottom.
Even if this war is won, and we annex Nora, at best we restore ourselves slowly to our forr state. Should we lose, or win narrowly, we will lose all leverage to resist the other three.
The Nora we gain will sooner or later serve another’s cause.
What matters most now is stability—and the preservation of Nightmare.
In this epoch, we shall lie low and seek resources elsewhere to compensate for our losses. Nora may be strong, but it is a fleeting bloom.
The astral world and Abyss are not anxious, for in their eyes, Nora has yet to threaten their very foundations.
Should that day co, we need not act; the astral world will step forth. Those insects most relish acting as enforcers of the Multidinsional Plane."
Once finished, the Nightmare Will plunged back into slumber.
It seed not to care that Nora’s rise might threaten its position.
As its agent, the Master of Horror could only obey its will.
It had long foreseen things would arrive at this point.
"Each Supre Will is of Level 11 Late Stage power... Star Ancestor, for example, is already at the peak of Level 11, standing on the threshold of transcendence.
Perhaps I am simply overthinking all this."
The Master of Horror muttered to itself.
Though civilization is indeed a whole, that which determines its fate—
Is always its highest pillar.
Without a Supre, no matter how many level-10 beings exist, it cannot be called a Quasi-Giant.
Yet even among the Supres, there are differences.
The Abyss Will, Nightmare Will, and Underworld Source River—these three, after untold eons of accumulation, are all at Level 11 Late Stage. The Star Ancestor is a Level 11 Peak powerhouse.
These are the four eternally immortal Supres.
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