Wilbur was uncertain if his hypothesis was correct. After all, the Light Helmet was not initially infused with the power of the evil god. If the Child of Light had intentionally merged the evil god's power with the Light Armor, there would be no reason for him to discard the Light Helmet. But if the Child of Light had no such intention, then why would the Light Gloves and Light Armor lose their invisibility? As Wilbur's thoughts churned, he eventually reached a conclusion: Initially, the Child of Light might not have planned to battle the evil gods. After his unexpected descent into the lower dimensions following his fight with the Dark Lord in the middle dimensions, he encountered the evil gods' puppets. This led him to the idea of injecting the evil gods' power into the Light Armor. However, since the evil gods' puppets did not appear voluntarily, the Child of Light could not find all eight puppets. As a result, the Light Armor did not absorb the power of all eight evil gods. L
"Hahaha!" Aisha burst into laughter and sneered, "Do you really think you can evade Lord Bahamut's slaughter by covering your eyes?" In that instant, a flash of silver light streaked across the sky. Before Aisha could finish her sentence, the Azure Dragon Spear appeared right before her. Aisha expelled a black mist from her mouth, encasing the spear in ice. She shattered the ice with a burst of white light and was about to speak triumphantly. Just then, a deep rumble of thunder echoed through the sky. Aisha looked up to see Wilbur hovering in the air, a massive storm cloud forming above him. Within the cloud, a dragon's silhouette swirled, occasionally revealing its form. Astonished and speechless, Aisha watched, overwhelmed by the immense power and aura emanating from Wilbur. After some time, she finally found her voice, trembling, "This… how can this be? Is this truly his strength?" "Dragon Spell, Thunder Strike!" Wilbur roared. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning descended, tran
"Fishing?" Wilbur turned to see a handsome middle-aged man sitting by the lake, fishing. Wilbur had never seen this man before. After scrutinizing him for a moment, Wilbur asked, puzzled, "Were you speaking to me just now?" The man shrugged with a hint of helplessness and glanced around, replying, "It seems it's just the two of us here. So, are you here to fish too?" "Fishing? No." Wilbur instinctively shook his head. Although he sensed danger in the presence of the middle-aged man, the familiar surroundings dulled his sense of battle readiness. "I'm not here to fish. You must be mistaken." "If you're not fishing, then what are you doing here?" The man's tone was casual, almost curious. "I… Isn't this the magical tower?" Wilbur responded, regaining his senses. "And who are you? Why are you here?" The middle-aged man smiled faintly, handed Wilbur a fishing rod, and said, "I'm about to cook a pot of fresh fish soup. If you help me catch three fish, I'll tell you everyth
Under the setting sun, the white carp wriggled in Wilbur's hands, sending golden droplets flying through the air. Wilbur turned to the middle-aged man and said, "Sir, I've caught the third fish." The man looked at Wilbur without uttering a word. Seeing this, Wilbur quickly removed the carp from the hook and placed it in the bucket with the other two fish he had caught earlier in the day. Now, the bucket held three fish. Wilbur carried the bucket over to the man, set it down in front of him, and said, "Sir, take a look. Here are the three fish you asked for." The man gazed into the bucket at the three swimming fish. The splashing water caused by their movements caught his attention. After a moment, he moved his lips and said, "It seems this is fate. The heavens are giving you an opportunity." Hearing this, Wilbur felt a surge of joy. He realized that he had spent the entire day fishing and had only encountered this middle-aged man. Considering that they were in the seventh lev
Hearing this, Wilbur's eyes lit up with excitement. "So, sir, you're not a cultivator from the lower dimensions? Are you from the middle dimensions?" "There's no need to call me sir. Actually, you should address me as Master." "Master?" "That's right. I am indeed your master." "You?" Wilbur looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief and then, with a bitter smile, said, "Sir, we are complete strangers. Today is the first time we've met. How can you claim to be my master? Surely sharing a pot of fish soup doesn't make you my master, does it?" "Why not?" The man's eyes flashed sternly as he stared at Wilbur. "Wasn't the fish soup good enough?" "But this…" Wilbur felt conflicted. After all, it was not normal to become someone's disciple just because of a pot of fish soup. He was a cultivator, not a chef. The middle-aged man stood up and walked out of the wooden house. Wilbur quickly followed and said, "Sir, thank you for the fish soup. It was indeed delicious." Under the si
Orkus kicked a stone in frustration, sending it flying. Wilbur, seeing his angry yet somewhat endearing expression, struggled to suppress his laughter and asked cautiously, "Orkus, are you okay?" "It's so embarrassing." Orkus turned away, hands on his hips, and after a moment of silence, said, "Actually, I am also your master. Orkot and I are essentially the same person. He taught you some skills, and now it's my turn. I want to prove to the world that Orkus is not inferior to Orkot." Orkus then explained his relationship with Orkot. It turned out that the dragon clan was a unique group tasked with overseeing the various dimensions of the universe. Due to the existence of both light and dark dimensions in the cosmos, Orkus and Orkot have always been two aspects of the same entity since birth. Orkot represented the light dimensions, while Orkus embodied the dark dimensions. Originally, they shared one body. However, in the higher dimensions, they were deceived by a female assass
Wilbur stared at Orkus wordlessly. Despite not knowing if Orkus was powerful enough to be a master, just watching him interact with his brother Orkot alone made him look a little evil and cunning. "What are you thinking about?" "What? Nothing." "Alright." Orkus put a hand on Wilbur's shoulder. "Since I'm your master now, let me start teaching you. It's impossible for someone from the Light World to harness energy from the Dark World unless they find a dimension rift where energies from both worlds somehow manage to connect. You must first understand the true meaning of darkness if you want to master dark energy. Tell me, Wilbur. What is there in darkness?" Wilbur shook his head. "There's nothing in darkness at all." "Well, that may be one way of seeing it. Remember this: there's also coldness, loneliness, and resentment. These are all elements that can help one bring out powerful dark energy." Orkus stretched out his right hand, and a ball of dark energy appeared in the m
Wilbur stared blankly at Orkus, who merely blinked. The very next second, there was a black dragon in the air behind Orkus. The black dragon soared around in the air, before leaping toward Wilbur, letting out a roar of fury barely a few meters before it reached him. It dissolved into black miasma after that. Orkus looked at Wilbur with a smile. "You sure look glum! Did you think I was going to teach you the cultivation method? Well, you'd be foolish to think so. Remember this: you can learn cultivation methods on your own. Once you're able to harness dark energy, you'll automatically learn lots of cultivation methods. So, I'm telling you that harnessing dark energy is the most important part. I only give the best to my pupils, and I don't want to teach you those cultivations that are bound by all sorts of restrictions. Got it?" "Got it. Thank you, Master." Wilbur was enlightened by Orkus' words. Indeed, cultivation methods had their restrictions. Learning the most essential mov