Wilbur hovered in mid-air, watching the island below gradually sink. He clenched his jaw and said, "No, I can't wait another three months. I must get on this island today." Wilbur dove rapidly from mid-air. As he approached the island, a golden shield appeared above it, blocking his path. "It's not that easy to keep me out!" yelled Wilbur.Wilbur punched the shield. A golden dragon appeared, but it was at once reduced to a fine powder that was then absorbed by the shield. The shield emitted an energy that felt very familiar to Wilbur."Dragon aura?" asked Wilbur. He hesitated and said in a shocked voice, "I can't believe this shield is made from dragon aura! Could it be that I can only enter the island through the use of dragon aura?" The cultivator on the stone platform looked at Wilbur at that moment and said, "It seems you have some insight. However, if your cultivation is insufficient. You won't be able to enter the island no matter how hard you try." Wilbur looked at the
"I…" Wilbur tried to respond but did not know what to say after being lectured by the cultivator. The cultivator sized him up and said coldly, "If you are afraid of hardship and unwilling to endure, then leave this place quickly. Give up on your mission to collect the dragon cauldrons and allow the true fated one to come. That would be a good thing for both of us." "Hey!" Wilbur looked at the old man angrily when he heard that, then said, "In that case, please show me the ropes, sir. However, I have a question before the battle. If I defeat you, will I receive the ninth cauldron fragment?" The cultivator took a deep breath and said, "The Eternal Sunshine Dimension has five Night Demons. These Night Demons appear whenever darkness falls. Your mission is to defeat these Night Demons. I will give you the cauldron fragment you seek if you vanquish the Night Demons. However, be aware that those who come to the Eternal Sunshine Dimension are all dragon clan cultivators. Every dragon clan
A pile of firewood had been set up in the center of the village square. A boy and a girl, both roughly six years old, were tied to wooden pillars. The two children cried continuously, "Mom!" "I don't want to die, Mom! I don't want to die!" they yelled. … "My child!" both the mothers yelled. "Mom!" the children yelled. Two women rushed forward, and they were crying out in sorrow. One of them with disheveled hair lunged at a man who was holding a torch. She yelled angrily, "Stetson Wilde, you heartless scoundrel! Why are you harming our children? He’s only six years old! You animal!" Stetson was a muscular man. He pushed the woman to the ground, and a few women hurriedly helped her up. They knelt on the ground and said, "Madam, it hasn't rained for three years. We'll all starve to death if this goes on. Stetson doesn't want to do this, but he's the head of the village, so he has no choice." "Madam, this is for all of us. Please just go along with Stetson for once." "Argh!
"That's right. Why would the divine use a mortal body as a sacrifice anyway? I think we shouldn't make things difficult for the children. If we sincerely pray for rain, we will surely receive the favor of the Dragon Lord. Rain will definitely come." Everyone gave their opinions, and almost everyone believed that the children should not be sacrificed. They felt like they should look for another way to offer sacrifices to the Dragon Lord. The beautiful and slim woman shot a glance at Stetson, and she looked frustrated. Stetson glanced menacingly at everyone and eventually fixed his gaze on Wilbur. He quickly walked over and said, "You don't look familiar, buddy. You're not a local resident of the Stream Village, are you?" Wilbur was stunned to hear that and replied, "That's right, I'm not. I'm only a passerby and saw your sacrificial ritual, but since this is against the will of the Dragon Lord, please have mercy on the children." "Um…" Stetson muttered. He looked troubled to h
Wilbur looked down at the ropes that bound him and smiled slightly. Actually, he could easily break free, but he knew he needed to play along with the villagers to resolve the tension in the village. He decided to continue the act of asking for rain. Suddenly, he heard desperate cries of children coming from the village square while he was thinking. The noise was unusual, so he quickly broke free from the ropes and rushed out of the room. When Wilbur reached the village square, he saw a raging fire burning in the center. Amid the flames, he could hear children crying, but after a short while, their cries fell silent. The villagers all turned around to look at Wilbur because they heard his footsteps. They looked shocked the moment they saw him. A sobbing woman ran over and knelt before Wilbur. She sobbed and said, "Sir… Sir, please. Please seek justice for the madams." The madams were the mothers of the boy and the girl. They were also the woman who sent food to Wilbur during
Wilbur looked up at the charging crowd as the heavy rain fell amid their shouts. A cold glint flashed in his eyes. The Magic Dragon Blade appeared in his grasp with the flick of his right hand. He said coldly, "None of you deserve to live. All of you will die!" Then, Wilbur swung the Magic Dragon Blade and ran toward the crowd. He kept killing the villagers, and the blade flickered in white light. Several hundreds of villagers were killed within a short minute. Bodies lay strewn across the land. The heavy rain washed away the bloodstains on the ground. Crackle! A bolt of lightning struck Wilbur. He suddenly reached out his right hand toward the sky because he was unwilling to give in. The lightning persisted for several seconds before dissipating. Moments later, the rain stopped, and the dark clouds drifted away. Wilbur left Stream Village with disappointment. He aimlessly walked through the wilderness, and he reflected on the events that took place in the village. He felt
Wilbur swiftly dodged the flail and then heard a loud crash. The apple stall behind him was shattered, sending splintered wood and apples flying in all directions. Its beloved apples scattered all over the ground, which infuriated the bat creature, causing its eyes to go red. It swung the flail again, hurling it fiercely at Wilbur. The flail was twice as fast, but even so, it was far from being able to hit Wilbur. Bam! The attack landed on the ground, leaving behind a large hole. The bat creature then pulled the flail back and swung it again. It seemed highly skilled at using the flail, swinging it repeatedly at Wilbur. Wilbur dodged continuously, and so, the two of them moved through the large market, with the stalls around them constantly being hit by the flail and breaking apart, sending splintered wood and products everywhere. Bam! The flail smashed a stall that sold roasted ducks, and as Wilbur jumped into the air, a roasted duck flew right toward him. He caught th
"Damned creature!" Gritting his teeth, Wilbur's figure flashed and soared into the air. He raised the Magic Dragon Blade in his hand and, with a clang, blocked the bat creature's flail. Immediately, Wilbur seized the initiative, swinging his sword fiercely to strike it down. Seeing this, the bat creature grabbed the chain with both hands, attempting to block Wilbur's sword energy with it. Witnessing this, a smile appeared on Wilbur's face. The Magic Dragon Blade was a high-level technique of the middle dimensions. How could its sword energy be blocked by a mere chain? However, in the next second, something unexpected happened. The black sword energy collided with the bat creature's chain and was quickly absorbed. The energy flowed through the bat creature's hands into its body, transforming into the bat creature's own energy. Sensing Wilbur's threat, the bat creature let out a roar and swung the flail at Wilbur again. Wilbur's figure flashed as he raised the Magic Dragon