"Come on out, Edmund." "Yes, Mister Odysseus." Just as Odysseus' words rang through the air, Teller Andrew stepped out from behind Odysseus. Teller smirked at Wilbur coldly. "Long time no see, Mister Trevor Penn." "Teller? What? You…." "Yes, I was Edmund the whole time. I was at the Robert family grounds, but you never recognized me. But you mustn't be too sad, Wilbur. After all, I only found out that you were Wilbur through Conrad. Hohoho, it's been a while, honorable Mister Penn." Edmund's real appearance was revealed. He was covered in blood, holding a dagger that startled Wilbur upon realizing whom it belonged to. "That's the dagger I gifted Senior Horne, why do you have it? What…" "Hahahaha! Yes, I killed Felix Horne." Edmund's smile grew. "I stabbed him to death myself, using the dagger he treasured so dearly as a weapon. Every stab sprayed me with his blood, Wilbur. That's how your dear servant died." Edmund's gaze turned cold. "His blood is my revenge!" Wilbur w
In less than three minutes, Wilbur stabbed Edmund three thousand six hundred times. By the end, Edmund's body stopped bleeding, but he was still conscious. "Ahhh!" Wilbur raised his head and let out an angry roar, his mind filled with memories of Felix. Then, the violent dragon aura surged into Edmund's body. With a boom, Edmund's body exploded into dust, scattering in the wind. Clapping sounds could be heard. Odysseus did not make a move himself. He seemed to appreciate what Wilbur had done and applauded, saying with a smile, "Conrad and Edmund together planned the slaughter of Felix. I'll leave him to you." After speaking, Odysseus grabbed Conrad and threw him into the air. Wilbur flashed and appeared in front of Conrad. In an instant, the Magic Dragon Blade went right through Conrad's chest. Conrad looked at Wilbur in extreme terror, unable to believe that Wilbur's strength had improved so much in such a short time. In the end, in utter fear, Conrad's eyes went blank, an
The violent explosion instantly turned Augheimer into dust. Almost simultaneously, the white light from the magic circle shot up into the sky and disappeared without a trace. A flash of white light appeared before Wilbur's eyes, and he found himself lying in a snowfield. Snowflakes danced in the sky, and Wilbur, lying on the ground, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Recalling what had just happened, Wilbur felt a wave of pain. At that moment, the sound of footsteps came from ahead. Moments later, a tall man appeared in front of Wilbur, looking at him with a kind expression, and said, "How are you? Are you alright?" Wilbur looked up at the man and realized it was Heaton, the cultivator who had just saved him. "I'm fine. Thank you for saving me earlier. I was just… Right, this is the upper dimensions, isn't it?" "Yes, this is indeed the upper dimensions," Heaton replied. Wilbur tried to stand up from the ground but was once again forced down by the suddenly incr
After hearing Wilbur's words, Heaton could not help but burst into laughter, saying, "You’ve only cultivated for thirty thousand years, and you dared to ascend to the upper dimensions for cultivation. You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But what’s even more baffling is that you actually want to return to the lower dimensions. You must know that from the past to the present, and even in the future, countless cultivators have dreamed of ascending to the upper dimensions for cultivation. Once here, almost no one ever wants to return to the lower dimensions, or even the middle dimensions." He gave Wilbur a long, hard look and continued, "And yet, you tell me that you want to go back to the lower dimensions. Haha, that’s a dream only a child would have. Never mind, it seems I’ve misjudged you. From now on, you’ll stay here and guard the snowy mountain for me. Sometimes I go to the city for a bit of fun, and I might be gone for a hundred years at a time. You can stay here, cultivate while
Every cultivator capable of creating a dwelling was incredibly powerful. The snowy mountain where Wilbur and Heaton resided was a dwelling Heaton had crafted using his own power. Wilbur initially thought this area was entirely covered in snow and ice. However, looking out from the mountain, he could see a lush green meadow at its base, a landscape completely different from the snowy peak, as if it belonged to a different season altogether. If it were not for Heaton's reminder, Wilbur might not have believed his eyes. Cultivators who could create their own dwellings typically lived outside the main cities. According to the rules of the upper dimensions, any cultivator who intruded into another's dwelling would receive no protection. Therefore, if an intruder were slain by the resident cultivator, the authorities would not impose any punishment. Because of this, even though Wilbur's cultivation level was only thirty thousand years, far below the one hundred thousand years typicall
After Heaton left, Wilbur spent a few quiet days, ensuring that Heaton would not return anytime soon. He then took out the bronze mirror and recited an incantation. The mirror began to rapidly absorb the surrounding energy. As Wilbur watched the mirror, now glowing with golden light, a sudden doubt crept into his mind. Since this bronze mirror world could alter the flow of time, why would such a priceless treasure appear in the lower dimensions, like on Earth? Even in the upper dimensions, time-space artifacts were incredibly rare and considered treasures by cultivators. So, why would it appear in the lower dimensions? And then there was Fremont, as well as Wilbur's master, Orkot, both originally upper dimensions cultivators. Why would they willingly abandon the rich, nectar-like energy of the upper dimensions to return to Earth for cultivation? Having cultivated in the lower, middle, and upper dimensions, Wilbur had a clear understanding of their differences. The energy in the
Wilbur found it both amusing and thrilling. After all, the special dragon aura greatly benefited dragon cultivators, and Wilbur felt his comprehension had increased significantly, allowing him to grasp realms he previously could not. Even the Dragon Spell, which Wilbur had once considered a powerful skill, now felt like it only utilized some basic aspects of dragon aura and was not truly advanced. At that moment, Wilbur suddenly recalled Layton, a dragon clan cultivator he had encountered in the middle dimensions. Layton's Dragon Confinement Spell technique was something Wilbur had begun to understand. Perhaps, with continued cultivation, he could fully comprehend it. Over the next hundred thousand years of cultivation, Wilbur persistently attempted to grasp the Dragon Confinement Spell. Finally, after seventy thousand years, he fully understood its essence. The Dragon Confinement Spell was essentially a separate space-time created within the universe, which could either become
In less than a minute, the fourth Night Demon of the Eternal Sunshine Dimension, No-Night, and his beloved Jade were fully restored. The two were revived, and as they glanced at the familiar surroundings of the mirror dimension, they exchanged a smile. At that moment, Wilbur sensed their powerful energy aura and suddenly opened his eyes, stunned to see No-Night and Jade standing before him. "Senior No-Night, Jade!" Wilbur exclaimed, rising quickly but momentarily at a loss for words. Jade respectfully bowed to Wilbur with a gentle smile and said, "Wilbur, it's been a long time." In contrast to Jade's warmth, No-Night remained cold and expressionless. He suddenly unleashed a powerful aura and said, "Wilbur, our deal is over. Now, I will take back this mirror, and you are never to mention this to anyone. Otherwise, I will kill you." "What?" Wilbur was taken aback. "Senior No-Night, we never made any deal. Didn’t you already give me this dimensional mirror? Why do you want to tak