"However, from the way things are going now, we might not need to do so anymore." "What? Why? Would you rather have Bullard Bay suffer through this endless war, General Arthur?" "No, no, Mister Penn. I think you've misunderstood me. You might not know this yet, but all the fighting across Bullard Bay ended all of a sudden earlier this afternoon. The war across the entire Bullard Bay stopped in just an hour." "That really is a miracle." Wilbur was stunned at the news as well. He knew that stopping the war would be a difficult feat if they were to go on. They would require at least three to five months of negotiations and signing quite a few peace treaties. The Church of Holy Illuminati had single-handedly started the Bullard Bay war and it would definitely be much easier for them to take care of the situation. However, despite all that, ending the war in an hour was still mind-boggling. What Wilbur did not know was that Bernal had been one of Holt's most favored right-hand m
After all, those two were terrifyingly powerful. The members of the Church of Holy Illuminati were spread across the world, and Wilbur was at risk of being spotted wherever he went. Alik might not be a part of Bullard Bay, but Holt and the Dark Messenger were sure to be hot on Wilbur's heels the moment they heard anything. Thus, the best plan of action was to be as careful as possible. Wilbur was focused on finding the remaining four fragments to assemble the ninth dragon cauldron, and then meeting Senior Fremont to find out the secret of the dragon clan. Wilbur's powers would surely improve significantly then, and he would not have to fear Holt or the Dark Messenger anymore. Of course, Wilbur had also prepared in case any incidents popped up in the process. Three hours later, the plane landed in Filate, the capital of Alik. Alik, like Skermann, was a coastal state and its capital Filate was also near the sea. It was one o'clock in the afternoon when Wilbur landed. He felt li
At the same time, Holt and the Dark Messenger walked out of the Filate International Airport. They got into a taxi, and the Dark Messenger said, "Has Wilbur really reached Alik?" The taxi driver said, "Yes, Honorable Dark Messenger. Someone saw him rent a ship earlier this afternoon to sail out, and he hasn't returned yet. He's probably out there looking for treasure." "Ah, he's searching for the sixth dragon cauldron fragment." "The what now?" Holt frowned. "Are you talking about the Dragon Cauldrons from Dasha? Can special powers be stored in those things?" The Dark Messenger glanced at Holt. "Don't you even know that? From what I've been told, Wilbur has met some powerful elite and he's currently looking for the Nine Dragon Cauldrons. Once he gathers all nine cauldrons, that elite will grant a wish of his. He's collected eight of them so far. The ninth dragon cauldron was broken back in the day into nine separate fragments. Wilbur has recovered five of the fragments, an
Over on the island, a breeze combed through the air as Wilbur suddenly thought of something his master Orkot had once said. "There's a special kind of formation that exists in the upper dimensions. Its core pillar of support is usually a rock, a flower, or a drop of water. The cultivator can enter the formation whenever they please and change the speed of time once they are in it. It's called the arcane formation, and only dimension guardians and a few immensely skilled cultivators have mastered it." "An arcane formation?" Wilbur opened his eyes. Despite Orkot only having mentioned the formation in passing conversation, Wilbur had committed it to memory for how special it was. A cultivator could alter the speed of time within an arcane formation, like multiplying it to flow ten, even a hundred times faster than it did on Earth. Only a day on earth might have passed, but that might amount to ten, or a hundred days in an arcane formation. Wilbur had an even stronger impression
The Dark Messenger leaped onto the beach with Holt, who noticed the burn marks on the sand and bent down to touch them. He withdrew his hand at once, whipping around and saying, "Sir, this fire was only just put out. Wilbur must have heard our ship approaching and ran into the forest. We just need to head in there, and we'll be sure to find him. We can kill him together then." Just then, a series of swishing sounds came from the ocean. The Dark Messenger looked up and saw the huge forest under the moonlight, smiling as he said, "What a huge forest. How are we going to find Wilbur if he conceals his aura?" "We'll find him for sure, Sir. We just need to look more closely." "How long is that going to take? The trees are so dense that they could cover a person completely. If Wilbur climbs onto one of them and covers himself with the leaves, how will we ever spot him?" "Uhm…" Holt was at a loss for words, but eventually realized that the Dark Messenger had a point when he looked u
They were bound to sense even a hint of light aura in the area, and Wilbur knew there was no escaping for him now. Shuffling sounds could be heard as those figures moved around in the forest. … As the sound of the shadows' footsteps got closer and closer, Wilbur decided to stop hiding his aura completely. He absorbed the dark aura around him and converted it into the power of light, which he used to create a light barrier. The shadows crowded over just as the light barrier formed, pouncing onto it relentlessly as Wilbur stared daggers at them. "Go on, let's see how much you can take! If you can't take it all, you're going to die!" Wilbur continued to convert the dark energy with his Light Gloves, but there were simply far too many shadows. They surrounded him immediately, voraciously absorbing the light barrier regardless of how much power of light Wilbur was channeling into it. The light barrier became dangerously thin in no time. At last, it flickered valiantly before v
Wilbur summoned the Magic Dragon Blade once more, killing another dozen shadows. Yet another overwhelming wave of them climbed up the tree right after, throwing themselves at Wilbur. Wilbur used the Magic Dragon Blade to kill a few more shadows, then recited a spell, activating the Quad Thunder, which summoned four gigantic balls of lightning. They hovered in mid-air, hissing with sparks of lightning that shot out and struck the shadows. However, the shadows seemed to be completely unfazed by the lightning strikes. They were completely unaffected, even growing more excitable as they climbed upward. It was not long before the shadows had bitten down on Wilbur's Magic Dragon Blade once more. In the end, several shadows held onto the blade tightly and fell to the ground, clinging to it as Wilbur let go of the blade. An idea struck Wilbur, and he summoned an Azure Dragon Spear. It was slightly longer than the Magic Dragon Blade, but Wilbur was nothing but furious. He felt like the
Wilbur released his dragon aura and was quickly able to sense that there was a rock buried underground there. There was a brilliant glow in the shape of a circle atop the rock that continued to absorb the black miasma around it before converting it into more light, making the circle glow brighter. The shadows were desperately trying to absorb the light from the glowing circle, even kneeling on the ground in an attempt to do so. However, they were completely unsuccessful. Wilbur was immediately overjoyed by the sight. The circular light was probably the entrance to the arcane formation that Senior Fremont had laid down. It seemed to bear some strange connection to dragon clan cultivators, as Wilbur could feel a pull toward it despite being over a dozen meters away. "I found it!" Wilbur was about to jump off the tree when the Dark Messenger's voice boomed loudly from above. "So, that's where you've been hiding. You're dead, Wilbur Penn!" The Dark Messenger flew downwards rapidl