Wilbur released his dragon aura and was quickly able to sense that there was a rock buried underground there. There was a brilliant glow in the shape of a circle atop the rock that continued to absorb the ck miasma around it before converting it into more light, making the circle glow brighter.


    The shadows were desperately trying to absorb the light from the glowing circle, even kneeling on the ground in an attempt to do so. However, they werepletely unsessful.


    Wilbur was immediately overjoyed by the sight. The circr light was probably the entrance to the arcane formation that Senior Fremont hadid down. It seemed to bear some strange connection to dragon n cultivators, as Wilbur could feel a pull toward it despite being over a dozen meters away.


    "I found it!"


    Wilbur was about to jump off the tree when the Dark Messenger''s voice boomed loudly from above. "So, that''s where you''ve been hiding. You''re dead, Wilbur Penn!"


    The Dark Messenger flew downwards rapidly, arching his right hand to send an enormous ck palm toward Wilbur.


    The azure dragon let out a cry of fury at the veryst second, soaring upward as the Dark Messenger shouted, "Get out of my way!"


    The ck palm grabbed the azure dragon by the head, gripping it firmly. It exploded and sent waves of energy outward as the azure dragon dissipated into the air.


    However, the ck palm waspletely unaffected, continuing to swipe at Wilbur. Wilbur raised the Azure Dragon Spear in his grasp, stabbing it toward the iing ck palm. The Dark Messenger pressed down, and the spear was snapped in half at once.


    Right after that, a wave of pressure bore down on the branch before breaking it off. Wilbur fell from mid-air, and the ck palm grabbed him at once. The Dark Messengernded on the ground, making a yanking gesture as the ck palm pulled Wilbur toward the Dark Messenger.


    The Dark Messenger gritted his teeth as he stared at Wilbur. "You''re not getting away this time! I''m going to kill you this very instant!"


    "Wait!"


    Wilbur held back the tremendous pain pulsing through his body as he said, "Honorable Dark Messenger, do you know what an arcane formation is?"


    "An arcane formation? Why would a lower dimension cultivator like you know about arcane formations? What do you have to do with them?"


    "The sixth dragon cauldron fragment is hidden in an arcane formation, and it''s right here. Would you like to enter it, Honorable Dark Messenger?"


    The Dark Messenger was stunned by those words. It was important to note how precious an arcane formation was, as only the most skilled cultivators of the upper dimensions and the dimension guardians could forge them. Time flowed in an arcane formation at least ten times quicker than it did in the outside world.


    Ten years of cultivation there would only equate to a year in the outside world. It was a deal that no cultivator would turn down. On top of that, there were bound to be enmity and grievances between cultivators.


    If a cultivator were to suddenly improve drastically in their cultivationpared to their peers, that would help them resolve said issues. It was an opportunity that no cultivator would let pass. The only issue was that not everyone would have the chance to stumble across such an opportunity within their lifetime.