Two years later.
Nora calendar year 1722, bloody battle year 1610.
The forgotten land, the world of black gold.
As one of the few places rich in resources, it has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times. Thousands of years ago, the Black Scale Clan swept across the world and acquired ownership of the mine.
But not long after, the Red Scale Tribe also moved to the Forgotten Land. The two major tribes were naturally in conflict with each other, and their ancestors had some grievances that accumulated from generation to generation.
Hatred reached its peak in the Black Gold World, erupting like a volcano. In this way, the Millennium Black Gold War began, and generations of tribesmen have been fighting to this day.
On the battlefield, the two tribes deployed hundreds of strong men above level six, and the general commanders were all strong men of level nine. The number of the lower-level scale tribe was even more difficult to count.
A war of this scale is already at the top level in the Forgotten Land.
The black gold world was divided into two, with thousands of miles of barren land on one side and surging black water on the other. In the center, a white mist rose into the sky, filling the sky and forming a natural boundary.
On this day, for some reason, another big battle broke out, and the battlefield was filled with the sound of bloodshed. The ninth-level black scale tribe and the ninth-level red scale tribe sometimes fought with fists, and sometimes fought with fire and water, which was very intense.
Black Ghost Nix and Red Ghost Rex are the two ceilings of the Black and Gold Battlefield and the leaders of their respective tribes, both of whom have reached the middle stage of level nine.
The two were evenly matched, and they had fought for a thousand years without a clear winner. Today he won, tomorrow you won. But this time, the red ghost was particularly confident.
It looked at its old rival and said, "Give up, nigger. This feud that has lasted for 100,000 years should end."
The black man sneered and said, "It's time to end it. We discovered this black gold mine. Get out!"
The red ghost snapped his fingers.
"Haha, you don't know that death is approaching... Red Dog, come out."
The flowing flames on the ground outlined a giant magic circle with a radius of one hundred miles. A huge red-haired dog came out. It was ten thousand feet tall and exuded the aura of an early ninth level.
The legendary creature, the Red Hell Demon Mastiff, this big dog looks like a Tibetan mastiff, with sturdy and powerful limbs comparable to a golden lion, and drooling all over.
“Woof woof woof!”
The demon mastiff turned into a red light and pounced towards the black ghost, carrying a thousand miles of red flames.
The black man's expression changed slightly.
"No wonder you are so confident that you actually tamed such a legendary beast... It's a pity that after fighting for a thousand years, your wife doesn't understand you as well as I do. When I saw that you haven't been seen for a year, I knew that you went to look for a trump card. How could I not be on guard?"
A black shadow flew in the air and punched the red dog in the chest. The giant mastiff felt the pain and flew back. It was a strange man with a particularly sturdy figure, covered with blue-black scales, and who also controlled the power of Feng Shui. It stared at the red dog with blood-red eyes, looking bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty, as if it had no reason at all.
Seeing this, the red ghost's face changed drastically: "Black ghost, are you crazy? Your Black Scale Clan actually secretly cultivated the "Forbidden Scale Clan"! "
People don’t know that the Black Scale and Red Scale tribes were actually one family a long time ago.
In ancient times, there was a tribe in the multiverse whose power was great enough to rank among the top ten in the pan-plane. That tribe was the "Seven Disasters Ancient Tribe".
Also known as the "Seven-Colored Scale Clan".
Although the ancients were not as strong as the giants, their bodies were equally good. They were born with control over at least one elemental force.
The fewer types of elemental powers you master, the faster you grow. Conversely, the slower you grow, but you will have few rivals in the same realm and can fight ten enemies at once.
When the Seven Disasters Ancient Clan flourished, wizard civilization was still in the ancient times of ignorance and was far inferior to the Scale Clan. The Ancient Clan established a powerful Seven Color Empire.
At that time, there were many level nine warriors in the Seven Color Empire, hundreds of them...but the strange thing was that with so many level nine warriors, they could not produce a level ten warrior. If it were any other civilization, there should be at least ten level ten warriors.
So even though there were so many strong people in the middle and high levels, this tribe could never be called a top tribe. Otherwise, it should have become a civilization second only to the Giant Empire. Until one day, a fierce man was born.
That is the 9th generation "Lord of the Seven Disasters, Monks". He was born with the ability to control the energy of earth, fire, wind and water, and was initially considered to be a "born waste".
Similar to wizards, mastering too many factions at the same time will inevitably lead to slower growth and cultivation. The difference is that wizards and children of chaos can actively choose to practice a single faction and specialize. If the ancients are born with four factions, they can only passively accept it and cannot specialize.
The growth rate of the ancient race is far slower than that of the wizards. Even if they only master a single element, their growth rate is comparable to that of the wizards, which is the level of dual-element affinity. They cannot be compared with the elemental children of the wizards.
One can imagine how difficult it is to be born with a disabled body.
As a tough guy, Monks naturally wants to break the rules. Although he has poor talent, he is extremely hardworking, very kind to others, and has good luck and popularity.
Although its practice is slow, it can always break through the realm without any danger when approaching the deadline. Sometimes it is helped by noble people, and sometimes it is a chance from heaven.
Just like that, it unexpectedly reached the ninth level, and finally broke free from the shackles, becoming the first and last tenth-level powerhouse of the Seven Disasters Ancient Clan.
After Monks reached level ten, he integrated earth, fire, wind and water into one, mastered the power of chaos, and expanded the power of thunder, gold and frost, thus becoming an unprecedented controller of seven energy systems. He called himself "Seven Disaster Lord" and was also known as "Seven-Colored Scale Lord".
After reaching level ten, the Seven-Colored Scale Lord became the best among level ten. Except for the top powers in the Giant Empire, he was already a giant-level existence.
Its body was as strong as a giant, and it could control seven types of spells at the same time. Many people at that time were optimistic about its promotion to the Supreme.
Unfortunately, the Seven-Colored Scale Lord died not long after reaching level 10. At that time, the four evil gods of chaos were causing chaos in the Seven-Colored Empire. It fought one against four, with unparalleled strength, and fought against the four medium-level gods for a long time, but unfortunately it was still defeated.
It seemed that Monks had used up the luck of the Seven-Colored Scale Clan. Since then, this clan could no longer produce a level ten strongman, and was even targeted by the Lord of Chaos. After a long period of evolution, it gradually split into seven clans, which are the current Lin clan.
The current Lin tribe, because they master a single element and have good individual talents, although their population is small, the proportion of level 6 warriors is much higher than that of wizards. The average strength of individuals is also at the upper level among all the tribes.
The biggest problem they face is that they cannot give birth to level 10. In this way, no matter how strong your mid- and low-level strength is, you cannot be called a large civilization.
When faced with the star realm or other evil forces, they have no power to resist and can only passively go into exile. They are unable to stabilize and there is no question of development.
Some people say that because the Seven-Colored Scale Lord has touched the power of Chaos and threatened the status of the Chaos Wasteland, the Star Realm must kill him.
The civilization where the Seven-Colored Scale Lord lives does not have a top-level strongman like Amon to support them. If the Lord of Chaos wants, it can be destroyed in minutes.
The seven major Lin clans in later generations have never given up trying to merge and return to the glorious days of the "Seven Disaster Ancient Clans", but the more they merge, the more problems are likely to arise.
Either his sanity collapses and he turns into a madman, or he completely loses his extraordinary bloodline and in turn pollutes the existing Lin bloodline.
Over time, this behavior became a "taboo".
The red ghost saw that this weirdo also controlled Feng Shui, was bloodthirsty and murderous without reason, and was obviously a combination of the Green Scale Clan. It quickly retreated: "You...you Black Scale Clan are really crazy, you will do anything to achieve your goal."
The black man said in a cold voice: "The general trend of the world is that things that are together for a long time will eventually separate, and things that are separated for a long time will eventually come together. Times have changed. Look at the ancient tribe of the Seven Disasters, what has it become now? Look at the wizard civilization, they have already surpassed us by a long way."
"Nonsense! Even if we return to the ancient clan, do you think the star realm can accommodate us? The Lord of Chaos has been keeping an eye on us!" said the Red Ghost.
"Humph, that's better than doing nothing!"
"If you do nothing, you will never make a mistake!"
"Just don't think about making any progress!"
"What's the point of progress? In the end, if there is another Seven-Colored Scale Lord, won't he still be killed by the Lord of Chaos? It's all in vain. At least we are still alive now."
"Playing the lute to a cow, let's fight to the death today! You are not worthy of leading the Red Scale Tribe!"
The auras of four level nine masters clashed, shaking the earth and making the Black Gold World tremble, until a silver spaceship emerged from the void and the hatch opened. A handsome black-armored swordsman walked out, cracking melon seeds, smiling and waving, "It's been a thousand years, both of you, stop fighting, why don't you give me some face and sit down and talk? You can't kill anyone by fighting like this."
The black ghost and the red ghost turned their heads at the same time: "What the hell is it to you?!"
The two continued to fight, but as they fought, they felt that there was something wrong with this man. It seemed like they had seen him somewhere before...
Damn, it’s the Lord of Dusk Palace!
He was the fierce man who could defeat a level 9 enemy at level 8 and a level 10 enemy at level 9, and was chased by countless strong men in the multidimensional world, yet remained safe and sound!
The two of them stopped immediately, looked at each other, and stayed where they were. After a moment of silence, the Red Ghost asked, "Greetings to the Lord of the Dusk Palace, but this is a private matter of our clan."
Levi shook his head and smiled: "This is indeed your private matter, but with your current fighting style, can you solve the problem? Now, among the seven-color scale tribe, four tribes live in Nora, and the development momentum is far better than before.
The Green Scale Tribe, the Green Scale Tribe, and the White Scale Tribe all have two Level Nine experts. The leader of the Green Scale Tribe, the Star Ripper, is even at the late Level Nine, and will hopefully reach Level Ten in the future. Our Ten Thousand Tribes are already in decline, so is it fun to keep fighting?
再说了，就黑金世界这弹丸之地，资源不及诺拉万分之一，你们消耗如此多族人性命，值当吗？
有这个精力，不如跟着我回诺拉。不瞒各位，我如今正在援救多元位面所有的七色鳞族种群。
就是为了有朝一日，可以重振七灾古族之名头，让你们诞生十级，乃至十一级强者。
你们还看不出来吗？七色鳞族之所以发展不起来，不是你们愚笨，不是你们不努力……是因为高高在上的混沌之主不想让你们起来啊。七色鳞主之所以死，也是因为混沌之主担心它太强了，有朝一日会图谋它的混沌神权。
不从源头上解决问题，你们永远只是多元位面的末流族群，只能为了屁大点资源打生打死，勾心斗角。
你们七色鳞族间之所以互相征战，说不定也是混沌之主的阴谋诡计，这样下去，只会便宜了它……什么是主要矛盾，什么是次要矛盾，各位要分清啊。
要我说，要打就打上星界，把那些多元位面的蛀虫们给清理了，结束神的历史，缔造我们自己的传奇！”
李维一番话，把红鬼，黑鬼包括所有两族战士都给干沉默了……它们盲目的打了这么久，对同胞恨之入骨，好像的确快要忘了上古时代的旧事和仇怨。
是啊，罪魁祸首是混沌之主啊！若不是它，说不定一统多元位面的就不是巨人帝国，而是它们七色帝国了！
这叫什么事？明明很简单的道理，它们怎么现在才明白呢？这些，是不是星界在暗中搞鬼？
“都停手，别打了！”
“别打了！”
两位强者叫停战争。
它们望向李维，后者只是抱胸而立，淡淡道：“我是来接你们回诺拉的，不过不会强求，全凭你们自愿。”
若是它们答应，最好不过。
若是不行……那就全部打晕带走，然后再用夜障珠和梦魇法术让它们忘记自己刚刚说的那句话。
“大人，我……我们愿意走。”
红鬼率先道，打破了沉默。
看到自己的老对手要走，黑鬼想了想，说道：“大人，我也走，重振古族荣光，一个都不能少！”
“好，这不就完美解决了吗？走吧两位。”
一个月后，所有流程准备完毕，银色飞船又载了一船的麟族朝着远方飞去，上船后，红鬼和黑鬼直接傻眼。
足足几十道九级气势，还有四道十级气势的巨人，散发着上古岁月的蛮荒气息，呼气为风雷，举手摘星辰。
“怎么如此多巨人？”
“是啊，我们莫非还在梦中？”
“今夕是何年？”
“假的吧。”
一群鳞族小不点盯着那些巨人看。
火巨人王睁开眼。
“你们瞅啥？”
……
三年后。
诺拉历1725年，血战1613年。
古榕仙境。
黄昏圆桌前，李维关上和伊莲娜的投影。距离他远行，已经过去九十年岁月，从聊天中，他得知，诺拉和古龙大陆已经发生了许多变化，当真是一年一个样。
往大的说。
诺拉融合的位面数量超过了两万，新大陆星罗棋布，全部安装有大陆桥，互相交流极其方便。星门计划也进展很顺利，很多遥远世界和军事重地，都串连起来。
前段时间斩杀了6位噩梦君主和数以亿计的噩梦生物，提供了难以想象的生物素材，如今议会正在白日梦想家的主导下，炼制针对噩梦君主的强大至宝。
代号：“盗梦计划”。
此外，此次梦魇入侵，受益最大的，毫无疑问是梦境学派，百年间，又有三位大巫师诞生，元魂巫师更多。
往小了说。
古龙大陆梦境学派同样突飞猛进，元魂巫师已经有二十余位，比起前些年，可谓是大爆发！
黄昏圣殿内感知类型的骑士同样是版本受益者，六级强者层出不穷，千幻骑士晋升七级后期，她打算在九级之前，再尝试一下能否再一次进化，登顶至高之止境。
另外，黄昏圣殿还和御兽大陆达成了战略合作，通过自己已有的生物资源和技术和其形成互补。千幻骑士从万兽帝君的第一御兽“幻兽”那边得到了不少血脉精粹。
幻兽早已经不是主战御兽，再加上只是合理性的不伤害本源的少量抽血，故而合作很顺利。
伤及御兽本源的事情，御兽师肯定是不会干的……比方说取四目虾龙之眼睛这种行为。
其他方面，金狮骑士晋升了八级，意味着老一代骑士全员八级，朝着九级迈进，火龙骑士这等专一且天赋卓绝的怪胎，更是晋升了八级后期，有望2500岁前踏入九级。
届时，李维在六圣天，就不会太孤单了。
当然，最幸运的还得是鲁蒙公爵，他从万兽帝君那边交易得来了不少珍藏的光圣古龙血脉精粹，修行突飞猛进，晋升六级不足两百年，已经达到后期之境。
哪怕抛开其传奇转世的身份不谈，这也是一个骑士天赋极佳的顶级天才，不逊色于火龙骑士太多。
十八骑中，银龙骑士将位置禅让给了龙焰骑士·雷隆。他如今七级中期修为，并不弱，只是想退出一线，把机会让给这等超新星，利用其名声为组织招生。
离开圆桌后，他也过上了老婆孩子热炕头的生活，为银龙家族的延续而努力着，在培养自己后裔，希望其能够让银龙血脉更进一步，创造新的神话血脉！
另外，完整的《元魂炼宝法》也被鲁蒙公爵和圣婴组建的异宝锻造团队攻克，传给了李维。
他按照此法将“七灾珠”祭炼，以元魂温养之。一个月后，他便感应到一道若有若无的灵性于珠子内诞生。
它好似活了过来，在李维脑海内吞吐元素之力，自由游走，没过多久，一股黑压压的云层浮现在古榕仙境。
这股威势，不亚于九级大劫。
“元魂炼宝法祭炼的异宝晋升，居然需要渡过劫厄，莫非在黑暗之地来看，这也算是某种生灵吗？”
李维心中若有所思。
“若是它不断成长下去，会不会以至宝之躯，成为某种货真价实的生灵，可以独立战斗，有意思。”
七灾劫厄威力之大，远超寻常九级大劫，足足七种元素灾劫浮现，和李维当初晋升大巫师差不多。李维趁此机会，将一件件珍稀的九级矿石，材料扔入劫厄中。
没过多久，这些材料就化为五颜六色的洪流，被七灾珠鲸吞海吸般收走，这珠子愈发圆润，神光阵阵。
81天后，劫厄才彻底消散，原先的七灾珠也大变样了，它幻化了一道七寸高的小人虚影。
其模样和李维有些神似，好奇的目光打量着他，一股心意相通的感觉在李维和珠子间建立起来。
“主……主人。”
七灾珠之中，居然传来一股懵懂的意念。
“居然真的变成生灵了？”
李维目光微动。
一招手，那七寸小人飞来，落在他掌心。
“主人。”
这股意念再次出现。
“你叫什么名字？”
“何为名字？”
它如同初生的婴儿般，对一切概念都充满未知。只是因为元魂的联系，心意相通，知道李维为主人。
“以后你就叫七宝了。”
“好，七宝……主人，我饿。”
“你想吃什么？”
“就你之前喂我的那些。”
“原来如此。”
李维取出一大堆没有用的低级材料，七宝飘过来，闻了闻，试吃了一块后，便开始大快朵颐起来。
吃完后，李维感觉到它的气息从九级略微提升了些许，难以察觉，可能是材料层次太低。
他又换了一些好东西，都是六级以上材料。七宝眼睛放光，这次吃的更开心，气势节节攀升。
短短数天，它从九级初期，提升至九级中期，然后又不动了，李维只能拿出珍贵无比的九级材料。
“哇，就是这个，主人！”
七宝暴风吸入，气势开始暴涨，最终来到九级巅峰后，它捂着圆滚滚的肚子，躺在虚空。
“饱了，七宝饱了。”
这时的它，已经成为一件九级巅峰异宝。
通过元魂炼宝法，李维知晓，想要更进一步，需要给它服用神物，并且自己的元魂也晋升传奇。
“好神奇的秘法，这是划时代的研究！”
李维心情激动。
如此一来，每一位元魂巫师，除去绑定一件魂器外，还能再绑定一件异宝，魂器可以不断祭炼提升品质。
异宝孕养出灵性，成为类似于生灵的存在后，更是直接吞噬珍稀材料提升，简单粗暴，就是极其费钱。一般人根本养不起这吞金兽。前前后后，这家伙吃了万亿级别的太石。
当然，若是不需要太强的异宝，消耗也没有这么夸张。
他将元魂炼宝法放在议会知识库赚取使用权费，普及开来。未来一段时间，元魂炼宝，必是一股潮流。
……
三个月后。
梦魇世界。
吞天大域，肉山小界。
一团肥肉一样的巨物正在荒野上狂舞，喷射出炽白烈焰，它的敌人，是一个七寸小人，呈现七色。
“七灾领域！”
伴随着覆盖方圆万里的七色领域降临，七种灭世灾难如磨盘般凭空出现，那肉山霸主在其中痛苦的嗷嗷叫。没过多久，这位九级中期强者就死于其中。
只留下一堆肥肉和一颗梦魇结晶。
李维将战利品捡起来，神色欣喜。
“好强！七宝的实力，十级之下，几乎没敌手，完全可以当半个十级来用，不枉费我把所有九级素材喂给你。”
七宝重回珠子模样，回到李维脑海。
“主人，刚刚那个敌人太弱了。”
“我知道，马上就给你换个强的。”
七灾之力，实在是好用。
离开吞天大域，李维又来到迷失大域。
时间一天天过去，三道身影陆陆续续赶来，它们均是噩梦霸主，早已经被李维黑帝奴役。
“将你们知晓的情况和我说一下。”
李维闭上眼睛，听取汇报。
曾经隶属于腐烂君主的痛苦霸主道：“主人，第一次战败之后，迷失君主发动其人脉和关系，开始在梦魇世界全境范围内大征兵，它还和几位顶级君主一道，正在举行大规模献祭仪式，以唤醒沉睡的至高意志。”
李维眉头微皱：“唤醒至高意志？”
“是的，梦魇世界的至高意志常年沉睡，唯有它才能号召那些野心勃勃、互相不服的君主。否则别说是百年，千年时间都召集不来足够的兵力。”
“梦魇世界没有十一级吗？比方说至高意志的化身。”
“有，其名为“恐惧之主”……据我所知，十万年前，因为梦魇和星界的战争，祂和众神之父，万神之母两位至高强者大战，伤及本源后，便回归至高意志体内养伤。”
“此番迷失君主打算征召多少十级？”
“属下不知。”
“大概什么时候完成？”
“不清楚，根据以往的惯例，短则百年，长则三五百年，准备时间越久，出动的十级越多。
远古纪元时，我们最多准备过千年，那一战出动了三百位噩梦君主，和星界爆发了有史以来的最大冲突，陨落君主强者八十余位，将百余位神明拉下神坛。”
“原来如此，黄昏魔王有下落吗？”
“前段时间它在血海大域现身了，我前去追查，但它太警觉了，我们抓捕行动失败了。”
“九级抓不住八级是吧……也罢，若是再发现它的情报，第一时间向我汇报，我亲自动手。”
“好的！”
……
两年后。
李维离开了遗忘之地。除了赤鳞和黑鳞族，他还收获了不少其他在泛位面绝迹的族群。
银色飞船扎入黑暗，他此次远行倒数第二站，是黑墟界域，蠕虫主宰的本尊就藏身于此。
……
三年后。
诺拉历1730年。
李维的精神力达到了65000点，距离极限，还剩下一万，以他的修行速度，已然不遥远。
而且，经过这些年自创法术的经历，他觉得，自己距离研究十环法术雏形很接近了。
晋升传奇条件有以下必备的三点：
1、精神力极限。
2、掌握原创的十环法术雏形。
3、炼化适合自己的传奇奇物，若是想要兼职，就得准备多个传奇奇物，获得相对应的传奇职业。
非必须，锦上添花的条件，可以增加成功率。
1、提升精神力上限，不必多说，肯定有好处。
2、提升知识底蕴，掌握更多原创法术。
3、炼制名为《索伦的传奇祝福》的药剂，简称“祝福药剂”其材料需要用到至少1种神药，5种圣药。
效果是固定提升10%成功率。
神药和圣药种类不限，只需要是对应派系的即可，不过李维这种混沌派系的，需要4种神药和20种圣药。
圣药还好，经过他这些年多途径收集早已经齐全。神药的话，目前为止还没有线索。他估计诺拉议会那边应该有，以他的功勋，直接换就行了。
总之，他对晋升传奇，信心十足。
现在最大的问题，是该如何解决多传奇职业。
兼职的话，会降低成功率，可是目前为止，巫师文明这边也没有听说过可以合炼传奇奇物的。
只能走一步算一步。
如果可以的话，他还想提升一下“元素之证”的品质，让其更进一步，足以和那些原初遗物相提并论。
单纯七道曜日奇物合成的，看似掌握混沌之力，但品质不一定高。要是以“元素之证”为基础，融合七道传奇级别的不同派系奇物，再把光明之烛炼入，那就绝对完美了。
……
十年匆匆。
诺拉历1740年。
古龙大陆。
高天之上，灾厄缓缓消散。伊莲娜屹立于巫师塔巅喘着粗气：“这灵宝之劫威力不逊色于九级劫厄了，若非我手段多样，足以硬撼九级，还真不一定能渡过。”
一道黑色小人轻盈的飞来，落在伊莲娜掌心，它可见女性特征，与伊莲娜颇有些相似，好似小公主。
伊莲娜轻轻抚摸着小人：“有意思，这就是元魂炼宝法吗？”
她身上最好的异宝就是“暗夜之舞”，所以她将其祭炼为自己的灵宝，灵宝初次化形，都会学主人模样。
“主人，我是谁？”
怯生生的女孩声音在脑海响起。
“你是……夜姑娘。”
伊莲娜继续闭关，她气宗之道距离八级也不遥远，只需要再来一次顿悟，便能捅破这窗户纸。
……
刚铎城。
圣婴以异宝“金阳之旋”，维克托以异宝“金王天光甲”炼化为自身的灵宝，唯有甘道夫，暂时未炼化灵宝。
接下来只需要不断通过元魂加以祭炼，在以一些材料饲养便可晋升其品质，快速成长为战力。
他们境界不足，很难发挥九级灵宝的全部威力。但搭配巫师塔和其他手段，都有货真价实的九级战力。
……
岁月流逝。
这一日，黑墟界域。
银色流光破空而来，在一颗黑色世界前停下。
“黄昏殿主，你终于来了。”
世界之巅，盘坐虚空的白胖青年睁开双眼。
蠕虫主宰。
本体是“蠕人族”，这是一种曾经在上古时代较为活跃的族群，它们擅长寄生，分身，极难被击杀。因为危及巨人帝国的统治，制造了不少恐慌事件，故而被剿灭。
蠕虫主宰是世间为数不多的幸存者，它于十几万年前出生，成就十级后，为追求漫长寿元，选择了位面主宰。紫晶圣者组建万族议会时，将其邀请出山。
殊不知，这让它陷入了万劫不复之地。站在它眼前的，是诺拉这个时代最闪亮的超新星，除了炽阳神巫·埃蒙，纵然是其他传奇巫师，也难掩其光辉。
黄昏殿主·李维。
截至目前，已经手刃两位十级强者，一真神，一恶魔，前不久被击杀的灰雾君主，也有他一份功劳。也就是说，除了冥界，四大巨无霸，他已经招惹了三个。
他迎面而来，眼神自信从容道：“初次见面，我叫李维。”
“你是来取我性命的？”
“也不一定，你若是愿意效力于我，我倒是有办法可以保全你性命，你修行到十级也不容易，你难道真的甘心就这样身死道消，不留痕迹吗？”
“呵，看来你很有自信啊。”
“杀你足以。”
“自泛位面大融合以来，陨落的位面主宰怕是成百上千了吧，你怎么不保全它们性命？归根结底，还是让我继续为你卖力，成为诺拉崛起路上的工具人。”
“你只看到了死去的那几千人，但你没有看到数以兆计的生灵被诺拉议会庇佑，活了下来。即便没有位面融合，这些沦为位面奴隶的人，也会遭遇各种天灾人祸。”
“说的再冠冕堂皇，也是索伦为了一己私利罢了，万族议会输了，但我不认为我们错了，我们只是想生存。”
“我们也是……所以你是想和身后的世界一同埋葬是吗？你以为我追查不到你散播到多元位面的分身？”
李维一番话，让蠕虫主宰面色变化。
忽然间，李维身后，浮现一道熟悉的血袍身影，是血涡尊者，它曾经的部下。
“血涡？你……你早已经归顺于他？你没有死？”
血涡尊者道：“是的，李维阁下体内自成一界，我将黑沼世界融入其中，成为了秘境之主，保全性命。如今更进一步，达到了八级后期之境。”
作为次级位面，也能跟着玛娜的强大受益，潜力很低的玛莎都已经晋升了七级，何况是它。
蠕虫主宰陷入沉默。
如今来看，李维所言非虚。
只是，它堂堂十级，威震多元位面十万年的位面主宰，当真要委曲求全，郁郁人下，成为囚笼之鸟吗？
世人听到，又该如何耻笑于它。
“我给你十秒的考虑时间，是想死无葬身之地，再无来世……还是活下去，跟随我见证一番伟大的事业，见证漫天诸神，无尽恶魔之陨落后的新世界，皆取决于你！”
李维平静说道，字字扎在蠕虫主宰心口，在他身后，冥河浩浩****，地狱战马嘶鸣着踏来，里昂准备好了。
Not long ago, it digested the true spirit of the Gray Mist Lord. With a few more level ten ones, it can be promoted to the mid-level ninth level. The speed is so fast that even Levi was amazed.
The worm master is torn between inner conflict and inner struggle.
Is it really possible to see the so-called new world if we survive?
Gods no longer exist, demons disappear... Is this possible?
The behemoths have lived for billions of years and have survived many eras and great changes. Does Nora really have a chance to pull them off the altar and end everything?
It doesn't know these.
All it knows is that if it dies, it will never see that day!
There are no gods or demons, no nightmares. With its level ten body, it cannot imagine how wonderful such a world would be. It no longer has to act according to the wishes of the Behemoth.
Eagles soar in the sky, fish swim in the shallows, and all creatures in the frosty sky compete for freedom!
No one knows what the new world will be like. It may repeat the same mistakes, or it may be full of vitality... But the Worm Lord can be sure that this old world, which has been stagnant for billions of years, is no longer interesting.
So, screw your decency!
It also needs to use its heart today, just like when it was weak and climbed up step by step, all for the sake of survival!
"5, 4, 2, 1..."
"I am willing to submit to you!"
The fat white young man suddenly lay down in front of Levi, prostrating himself to show his submission. His eyes were bright, and there was more expectation and relief in them.
Levi snapped his fingers, and the shadow of a round table emerged.
A figure in a scarlet flame robe appeared in the deep sky, standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep, and a faint aura of being arbitrary and domineering.
Amon, the Sunshade.
The Worm Lord raised his head, looking nervous.
"Sward has met... the Grand Council Speaker!"
Aamon smiled and said, "I'm glad you chose to live. As long as you're alive, you have a chance, right? Maybe after I die, after Levi dies, if the opportunity comes, you can become the leader of the Nora civilization."
The Worm Overlord choked and smiled bitterly, "I have no such intention. I just want to stay alive... I want to see the new world that Lord Levi talked about, and I will work hard for it. I will die anyway, so it is better to die on the road to the future than to die here in frustration today."
Aamon smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I was just joking. Levi will take care of your affairs from now on, and you can just work for him. When you have made contributions, I can give you a supreme seat in front of all the citizens of Nora. Welcome to join Nora!"
He stretched out his right hand and shook the fat white palm of the Worm Lord.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
The Lord of Worms thanked him three times.
It never imagined that one day it would be accepted by the Nora Council. It always thought that since the moment it joined the Council of All Races, it and Nora were at loggerheads and there was no possibility of coexistence.
Amon's shadow dissipated, and Levi said, "Sir Sword, in order to ensure our safety, I need to use some special means to control you. I hope you will cooperate... When the time is right, I will naturally lift the restrictions on you."
The Worm Overlord is at level ten, and Levi can only merge it with the Black Emperor if he wants to. Otherwise, if it changes its mind or causes trouble, the consequences will be disastrous.
For this level 10 existence, not to mention the Sword of Oath, even the Sword of Covenant, the treasure of the Council of All Races, cannot forcibly enslave it. The only way Levi can think of is to enslave the Black Emperor Dragon, which is the highest power!
The Worm Overlord relaxed his mind and let the power of the Black Emperor Dragon flow into his head. After an indescribable feeling, he opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him.
"Master! Sward is at your service!"
"Come on, take me to your world first."
The Black Water World is a large world, many times larger than the Ancient Banyan Wonderland. However, like the Black Swamp World, it is filled with miasma and poisonous fog. It is not suitable for the survival of conventional creatures, but is suitable for alien insects and alien races with special needs.
There are dozens of extraordinary tribes living there, with hundreds of strong men above level six, all of whom are the followers and servants of the Worm Lord. There are no strong men at level nine. They all fled in all directions with the dissolution of the Council of All Races. Those who did not leave are the clones of the Worm Lord.
Levi took Mana to survey the mountains and terrain.
"How is it? Can it be integrated?"
"Yes, but for a large world like this, it may take hundreds of years."
"Time is not a problem. I can wait. It's just right that I can stay here for a hundred years in seclusion. After integrating it, you should be able to advance to level nine, right?"
"Of course."
Levi asked again: "Sward, no one here should know about this, right?"
The worm master said, "Master, please rest assured. My place is extremely well hidden. If you had not obtained my worm exuvia and possessed the power of supreme perception, you would never have been able to find it. I have also recalled all my clones, and they will also guard here from now on."
"Without further delay, let's get started!"