"What? Could it be that you have a different kind of power on you?" he asked. "Argh!" Wilbur cried out. Power of light surged forth from within him, and it instantly enveloped both him and the strange man in a blinding brilliance. The powerful light then spread out and vanished. The strange man dissipated into black energy, and he disappeared without a trace. Wilbur touched his throat, then looked up at the vortex of white light that appeared in the sky, commenting, "It seems that it's as I expected. All dark forces cannot compete with the power of light. At least that's the case in the lower dimension." Wilbur replayed the battle in his mind and found it incredible that such a strange creature even existed. The creature was capable of absorbing dark energy, transforming into a plant, liquid, and even a human form. It was truly a bizarre creature. Wilbur pondered for a moment, then decided to train on the fourth level for a while because he felt that he should only proceed to
Wilbur was excited about this because unleashing thirty percent of the dragon aura was three times more than what he was previously capable of. As long as he could control the aura successfully, the power of the Dragon Spell would be tripled. Wilbur originally planned to stay on the fourth level for twenty years, using this time to cultivate and enhance his strength. The first ten years would be spent creating a vortex field of energy within his body, and in the next ten years, Wilbur hoped to successfully control dragon aura to triple the power of the Dragon Spell. However, controlling the strengthened dragon aura was not an easy task, and time passed unnoticed. The original plan that was supposed to take ten years ended up taking fifteen years. Wilbur had spent a total of forty-five years including the time spent on the first level. Knowing he had only seventy-five years in the space of the arcane formation, he had used up forty-five years. That left him with only thirty-five y
Therefore, the Dark Messenger believed that instead of seeking protection from powerful cultivators of a higher dimension, or protection from evil gods, none of it mattered as much as growing his own power. The Dark Messenger believed that only by becoming powerful could one change their own destiny. The Dark Messenger considered the middle dimensions to be a mere stepping stone. However, after battling the Child of Light and falling into the lower dimension, everyone assumed that he was defeated. No one knew that it was all a part of his plan. The Dark Messenger knew that to absorb dark energy, he had to find a place with a lot of dark energy. The dark energy in the lower dimension far exceeded the dark energy in the middle dimension. The Dark Messenger's true form, the Dark Lord, had absorbed vast amounts of dark energy throughout centuries of cultivation. His power was far beyond ordinary cultivators. Earth would be consumed by darkness if he succeeded, and it would become the
Wilbur met the claw of the attacking pterodactyl with his fist. The gold dragon roared and lunged at the claw of the pterodactyl. The Light of Dragon improved considerably because of his enhanced cultivation. The gold dragon surged forward and coiled around the pterodactyl's claw, and its powerful dragon aura caused the claw to explode. The pterodactyl claw experienced three consecutive explosions, completely shattering its leg bones. The pterodactyl let out a sharp, piercing scream, which attracted four more pterodactyls to charge at Wilbur. Pterodactyls were temperamental creatures, so they would lose control when enraged. Wilbur saw the opportunity and led the four pterodactyls to a volcano. Wilbur moved swiftly as the pterodactyls landed one after another, and he wielded the Magic Dragon Blade while moving among them. Wilbur wielded the Magic Dragon Blade and struck four times within two seconds. He managed to sever their claws. Blood splattered as two of the pterodactyls s
Wilbur had slain seven out of the ten pterodactyls. Two of the remaining three pterodactyls flew back to their respective volcanoes at that moment. Only one pterodactyl remained hovering in mid-air. Wilbur soared into the air and controlled the fiery dragon to attack the lone pterodactyl. The pterodactyl flapped its wings vigorously, which generated a fierce wind that tore the fiery dragon apart. Countless sparks rained down from the sky. Then, the pterodactyl quickly shrunk in front of Wilbur and transformed into a man in a red robe. The man looked at Wilbur and said, "Enough. You can't kill them anymore. You killed seven pterodactyls. You've proven your capabilities." Wilbur looked at him and asked, "Who are you again?" The man replied, "I'm the Pterodactyl Lord. I raised these pterodactyls. I can't believe you killed seven of them." Wilbur asked coldly, "Should I have waited for them to kill me instead?" "It doesn't matter. The pterodactyl eggs will hatch again after ten
Wilbur vanished into the swirling white vortex. In that instant, everything on the fifth floor of the magical tower, including the Pterodactyl Lord, turned to dust and disappeared without a trace. With a flash of white light, Wilbur found himself on the sixth floor of the magical tower, suspended in mid-air. He saw the western sky glowing with the golden brilliance of the setting sun and murmured to himself in surprise, "Is it sunset here already?" After a brief moment of contemplation, Wilbur looked down to see an endless expanse of forest below, its trees thick with lush foliage. He gently descended from the air and entered the forest. Surveying his surroundings, Wilbur noted no apparent threats. The place appeared no different from a typical primeval forest. He started walking forward and, after some time, felt thirsty. He took out a flask of water from his subspace, lifted it, and took several gulps. Just as Wilbur wiped the water from his mouth, a familiar voice sounded fr
Aisha, filled with rage, raised her staff high, and a massive beam of light shot out. Wilbur extended his hands to block the impact, and his Light Gloves absorbed the energy, creating a defensive wall to fend off the beam. "It's useless, Aisha. You can't defeat me!" Wilbur declared. Aisha's eyes turned pitch black, and a dark aura enveloped her. She then replied coldly, "I told you, everyone must die!" With that, she swung her staff again, amplifying the beam's power several times over. The intensified energy blast sent Wilbur flying several meters backward. He landed hard but managed to stay on his feet, gritting his teeth with determination. Suddenly, from within the beam, several black faces emerged, their mouths biting into Wilbur's wall of light, voraciously consuming its energy. "What is this?" Wilbur was stunned. Aisha had harnessed the dark energy to counteract and devour his light power. Her strength had grown to a terrifying level and was now comparable to that of t
The golden dragon let out a roar and surged forward, colliding with the invisible barrier of the Light Confinement space. The dragon pierced through it, and with a thunderous boom, the sound of shattering glass echoed around. The white light in the sky dissipated, and the oppressive pressure vanished in an instant. Wilbur stood there, gasping for breath, his chest heaving heavily. Aisha watched Wilbur with a flicker of shock in her eyes, quickly replaced by a seductive smile. She said, "I didn't expect you to break through Light Confinement. It seems you are indeed powerful. If you are willing to submit to me, perhaps I can spare your life." "Submit to you?" Wilbur retorted, "Never!" With a fierce glare, Wilbur summoned the Azure Dragon Spear into his right hand and hurled it forcefully at Aisha. Aisha stared at the spear as it flew toward her, only to see it suddenly freeze in mid-air as if caught by some invisible force. The spear's tip began to absorb Aisha's energy, and