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
Thus, Holt had thought of two ways to take the Dark Messenger down. The first was improving his cultivation on his own, and then killing the Dark Messenger. The second was to reach out to the Cold Lord after he had grown more powerful, and then become a puppet of the Cold Lord to break free from the Dark Messenger's control. If Holt was being honest, the first option would be much more preferable. This was because after he had heard the Dark Messenger's plans of becoming the ninth evil god, Holt's entire worldview had shifted. Why become a puppet to an evil god when he could just become an evil god to begin with? Holt did not want to go from being a puppet of the Dark Messenger to the puppet of the Cold Lord. For now, Holt's survival relied on him being the Dark Messenger's puppet and had to listen to the Dark Messenger. The Dark Messenger stared at Holt before saying, "You'll stay here. I'll come out of the formation and kill Augheimer if he ever shows up." "But…" "Holt!"
This time, Wilbur entered the arcane formation because it was too dangerous outside. Confirming the difference in the speed of time was an important way to tell time altogether. Kortlin had said that Earth would be consumed by darkness and fall under the control of the Dark Lord if he was not taken down within a year. After the three months Wilbur had spent on Bullard Bay, he now had nine months left. If Wilbur could not drastically improve his powers to battle against the Dark Lord within nine months, Earth would lose its final chance. That was why the speed of time here was so important to Wilbur. After meditating for a while and sensing the speed of time within the arcane formation, Wilbur grinned excitedly. "Great, it's a hundred times faster than outside." Only a year would have passed on earth after a hundred years here. Wilbur still had nine months left now, which would be seventy-five years in the formation. If he was able to improve his skills to a state where he c
The old man stroked his beard, chuckling as he turned to glance at the water tower behind him. "This magical tower appears by fate, Chosen One." "By fate?" Wilbur stared at the old man in confusion, who smiled. "Yes. It appears by fate, which you seem to share. If you can pass the tower's test, all your dangers in the dimension you're from may be cleared." "Pass the magical tower's test? Are you saying I can save my dimension through the magical tower, Senior? How… how can that be?" "No, no. It's not what you think it is. This magical tower is just a test of your powers, which you will pass if your power can overcome the threats your dimension is facing." "I see. Can I please know your name, sir?" asked Wilbur. "I'm Tenin." "Hello, Senior Tenin." Tenin then told Wilbur about the magical tower, and how pure chance was also a factor in the tower's appearance. Some dimensions were not worth saving, and thus the magical tower would not appear even if a chosen one from the
Before Tenin could even finish his sentence, Wilbur had sprinted toward the magical tower. Tenin chuckled at the sight. "You're pretty pragmatic." "Thanks for the compliment, sir." Wilbur entered the magical tower, and the scene around him changed as soon as he stepped through the door. He found himself standing in a desert, with the wind blowing so fiercely that he could barely open his eyes. The whirring of a machine sounded from a distance, and Wilbur looked up to see a Satan Robot over five meters tall making its way toward him step by step. Johnson sat in the control deck of the robot, staring daggers at Wilbur. "The Satan Robot?" Wilbur was stunned. He was pretty sure he had destroyed the wretched machine completely and had even ripped up its blueprints. He had also killed Johnson, so what was he doing here? On second thought, Wilbur realized that this was still a formation and everything in front of him was not reality. Maybe the magical tower decided that the Sata
Cracks began to appear in the Dragon's Safehaven after taking hundreds of shots, but the attacks kept coming without stopping. Wilbur had no choice but to activate the Dragon's Safehaven once more. At last, Wilbur activated the Dragon's Safehaven a third time, which was the maximum number of times he could do in a day, and finally managed to block all the shots. The air was cleared of laser beams one more. As soon as the Dragon's Safehaven disappeared for good, Wilbur shot off into the distance, fleeing at top speed. That drew the attention of Johnson and the others, and hundreds of Satan Robots came chasing after him. Wilbur gritted his teeth in mid-air, cursing to himself. Was this supposed to be an improved version of the Satan Robot? It was so powerful! He knew that he would be killed for sure if he were to stay there, and thus chose to leave. Despite thinking that he would be able to put some distance between the Satan Robots and himself, they still managed to catch up t