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
The Dark Lord had come to a lower dimension, and he wanted nothing more than to return to the middle dimensions— but was far from powerful enough to do that yet. The energy aura in lower dimensions was also very weak, so his cultivation could only improve slowly. If he were to enter an arcane formation, the energy aura would definitely be ten times as strong and greatly benefit his cultivation. The Dark Messenger lit up as he said, "What did you just say? There's an arcane formation in a lower dimension? Don't try to lie to me. Where would you find such a thing in this lower dimension?" "It's right there." Wilbur pointed out where the dozens of shadows were huddled together. The Dark Messenger lifted a hand, and a powerful wave of energy spread out that sent the shadows flying over a dozen meters backward. The Dark Messenger came up to the rock with Wilbur in tow, staring at the circular diagram on it. "Are you saying this is the arcane formation?" "Yes, Honorable Dark Messen
The Dark Messenger smirked at the sight of Wilbur entering the arcane formation, clenching his fists. "You're not getting away this time, you bastard!" "Hahahaha!" The Dark Messenger barked out a laugh as he threw his head back. He had wanted to get rid of Wilbur from the start. Now that Wilbur was in the arcane formation, the Dark Messenger would just have to kill Wilbur in there and he would have both the Dragon Cauldrons and the support of the arcane formation to improve his cultivation. The Dark Messenger might be the third clone of the Dark Lord, but power and energy could be exchanged and delivered from a clone and its main body. This was to say that after the Dark Messenger had improved his powers, he would be able to send them to the Dark Lord. Besides, an arcane formation appearing in a lower dimension was practically unheard of. Any cultivator worth their salt would know that this was a formation that could only be created by skilled upper dimension cultivators and dime