In the world of cultivators, an ordinary cultivator who sacrifices to an evil god can receive an infusion of the god''s power. However, a powerful cultivator can be a direct puppet of the Dark God upon sacrificing themself. The god''s will connects to them through a unique aura of dark divine power, continuously channeling energy from the god''s realm to the cultivator.


    Wilbur had previously severed such dark connections from the Blood God and the God of Destruction. Thus, when confronted with the aura from Bahamut, he was not surprised at all. In fact, he noticed that Bahamut''s dark aura, represented by the serpent, was much weakerpared to the other dark gods. This indicated that Bahamut''s strength was rtively inferior among the evil gods.


    With a swift motion, Wilbur summoned the Magic Dragon de into his hand and set his eyes on the dark divine energy linking Aisha to the heavens.


    Aisha, controlling the ck serpent, relentlessly attacked Wilbur. He evaded her strikes while gathering his strength. After just a few seconds, Wilbur swung the Magic Dragon de, aiming at the dark divine energy.


    "No!" Aisha screamed in agony as she saw Wilbur''s de cut through the dark aura. But her cries were in vain. The de''s strike sent a shockwave through space and time, severing the tendril of dark energy. It then dissolved into a ck mist and vanished.


    "No!" Aisha cried out, reaching toward the sky. But at that moment, her body began to wither rapidly before copsing lifelessly onto the ground. She was dead.


    Wilbur descended gracefully, observing the desated corpse thaty before him. It was hard to believe that the once young and beautiful Aisha had turned into a withered husk. He gasped in shock, then retracted the Magic Dragon de. He extended his left hand in a w-like gesture and summoned the Light Helmet into


    his grasp.


    Initially, Wilbur had no desire for the Light Helmet. But Aisha''s betrayal, her attempt to kill him even after acquiring the helmet, left him no other choice. Since Aisha was now dead, it was only fair for Wilbur to take the Light Helmet. He inspected it closely before cing it on his head, curious to see what effects it might have.


    To his astonishment, the helmet vanished as soon as it touched his head. When he reached up to remove it, the helmet reappeared in his hands.


    "What is this?" Wilbur wondered aloud. At that moment, a voice came from behind him, "If you want to know the answer, I can tell you. The Light Armor bes invisible when worn by its destined bearer. It absorbs the wearer''s energy and essence, and only then does it truly belong to them."


    Startled, Wilbur spun around to find himself face-to-face with the Dark Messenger from the Light Valley.


    "Dark Messenger? Why are you here?"


    The Dark Messenger snorted and replied, "Did you really think the Light Valley would let you go so easily?"


    "You!" Wilbur began, but the Dark Messenger interrupted coldly, "Let me exin. Yes, you were chosen by me, the destined one. I let you leave back then precisely for this moment. All this time, I''ve been watching your growth, waiting for you to reach this point. Today, you havee to the inds and defeated Bahamut''s puppet."


    Wilbur was taken aback by the Dark Messenger''s words. Then the realization hit him. Everything he had been through was part of arger n orchestrated by the Dark Messenger, who had selected him for this very purpose.