A wave of dragon aura drifted into the air as Wilbur's body released it. Johnson and the pack of panthers came up to him, and Johnson stared down at a pale Wilbur covered in bruises as he smirked. "What a shame, Wilbur. Your little plan failed. I guess there's just no hope for your dimension to be saved! It's time for you to die!" Johnson controlled the robot panthers to shoot out lasers from their mouths. At the very last second, a vortex of dragon aura formed around Wilbur to swallow up all the lasers. A golden dragon shot out from the vortex into the sky as Wilbur put his palms together, muttering a spell to activate the Dragon Move. "Sixth Level of the Dragon Move: Dragon's Shadow!" The golden dragon spun upwards furiously, bringing about a huge gust of wind. This time, however, the dragon did not attack anyone and disappeared after just two seconds. By the time Johnson looked up, Wilbur was nowhere to be seen. "F*ck! The bastard got away again!" Three hundred meters aw
Wilbur suddenly remembered his time on Kook Island, during which he had learned the meaning of light. True light came from the depths of one's heart, not externally. The light in one's heart was the purest form of light there ever was, and the power of light would always be there as long as there was light in one's heart and soul. Wilbur had been hellbent on improving his powers as quickly as possible when he entered the arcane formation. His desires and greed were too strong, and they overpowered his goodwill and pure thoughts. That was why the power of light had not been activated the entire time. The power of light was extremely strong. It was a form of energy that would change shape and form along with a cultivator's goodwill. The power of light and the power of destruction were middle dimensional laws. Wilbur, at his core, was a kind person, and that was why he had never been able to fully wield the power of destruction to its fullest extent. However, as long as he had a p
Once he had killed Wilbur, there would be no saving Earth and it would be usurped by the evil gods. Johnson would then have a chance to return and step into a role of great importance and power under the rule of evil gods. If Johnson was going to return to Earth, he would have to stop Wilbur from saving it. That was why Johnson had spent all night tracking Wilbur with his army of robots. The magical tower was actually a special dimension resulting from a combination of light and dark energy in the universe. A kind person would be turned into light energy after their death, and an evil person would be turned into dark energy. In a dimension that was not ruled by evil gods, dark energy could be reborn again. Things on Earth were a little special. It was not considered a Light World, nor was it controlled by evil gods. Light energy could be reborn, whereas dark energy would sink downwards under the control of the evil gods before leaving Earth altogether to become a part of them.
"You'll be reduced to dust once the ball of light explodes, Wilbur Penn!" Johnson remembered when Wilbur cast the dragon aura storm. It had exploded after absorbing too many energy beams, and Wilbur had ended up heavily injured. This caused Johnson to smirk, and he shouted, "Your plan to save your dimension is destined to fail, Wilbur! Prepare to die!" He then turned to the robot army and ordered, "Continue shooting with your lasers!" The five hundred robot panthers executed his command, but all their lasers were completely absorbed by the ball of light. Within just a minute, it had expanded to over a hundred meters wide. "Our robots are going to lose all their power if we keep going like this, Mister Johnson! We might not be able to get back to our quarters then!" "Shut up and keep firing!" Johnson's eyes were bloodshot as he cried out in fury, relentlessly controlling the robots to attack Wilbur at full power. This time, less than half of the robot panthers followed his
All of a sudden, the burning branches began to hiss violently with sparks. Holt glanced around warily, muttering, "Sir…" The Dark Messenger snorted. "It's the old geezer. What a powerful aura." A ship stopped by the island then. Augheimer, the Old Pope of the Church of Holy Illuminati, stood at its mast with a young man clad in white robes and holding a scepter. The man's name was Clinton, who frowned as he said, "Your Holiness, that man is also here." Augheimer nodded. "The Dark Messenger. I guess Holt got on his wrong side, too." Clinton knew that the Dark Messenger was part of Light Valley, which the church worked for. At least that was what he knew. There were many people who did not know about the existence of Light Valley, and thus the situation seemed rather complicated to Clinton. "Your Holiness, shall we deal with Holt on our own, or shall we leave him to that man?" Augheimer fell silent for a moment before saying, "Holt represents the pride and reputation of the c
Clinton had sensed the powerful aura as well and trembled from head to toe. "Yes… I'll start the engine up this very second, Your Holiness." In the end, Augheimer and Clinton left the island. Their trip here had been fruitless, but Augheimer had finally confirmed a suspicion he had had for a long time. The Dark Messenger was actually just a clone of the Dark Lord. They were one being, an elite from a middle dimension. Augheimer knew that he would only be able to kill the Dark Messenger even if he went all out. On top of that, doing so would surely anger the Dark Lord. Augheimer was a religious man, an avid believer of fate. He was certain that Earth had fallen into a hopeless situation now that the Dark Lord had set his eyes on it. "Your Holiness? I heard that a guy named Wilbur Penn is currently searching for the Dragon Cauldrons. There's also Senior Fremont Skye, that cultivator from Dasha. I guess there are many hidden elites in the world." Augheimer looked into the distan
All of a sudden, a gigantic wave kicked up from the sea as a screen of water appeared. The water quickly fell back into the sea the very next second, revealing an enormous octopus that was almost a hundred meters tall. Wilbur frowned at the sight of it. "Is this the second level's test?" Just then, a raucous peal of laughter could be heard. "Hahahaha! We meet again, Wilbur Penn! Now that you're here, you shall stay here forever!" "Is that…" Wilbur was dumbfounded for a moment. His eyes widened in surprise as he looked down. Sure enough, the Shadow King's torso was melded to the bottom half of the octopus as he leered at Wilbur. Their gazes met, and the Shadow King gritted his teeth as he spat, "I've been waiting for this day to come, Wilbur Penn! I would have never expected to die by your hand! You may have killed me the last time, but I'm going to end you here in this magical tower!" After his declaration, a few of the Shadow King's tentacles reached out to swipe at Wilb
White light flashed before his eyes, and Wilbur entered the third level of the magical tower. It was a well-developed city, filled with people walking around, chatting among themselves. Wilbur appeared on a random street all of a sudden and stared at the overwhelming crowds in confusion. Wasn't he supposed to be in the magical tower? What was he doing in the city? Warm rays of sunlight shone down on the city as the red traffic light turned green, and the people waiting by the road walked across the zebra crossing. Everything looked normal. It was as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Had Wilbur not been in the magical tower, this would have been just another regular day in the city. Wilbur looked around, furrowing his brows. Something about this just felt off. For some reason, he felt like none of this was real. All of a sudden, a bus appeared and stopped by the road. Wilbur had not wanted to get on but was shoved in by the crowd pushing behind him. "Stop pushing!" "I'm