Wilbur''s eyes widened in shock at the sight before him. He had spent so much time hunting down the dragon cauldrons, and the Dark Messenger had just destroyed all of them right before him.


    It was as if all his hard work from before had gone to waste. His shock was soon reced with rage as Wilbur glowered at the Dark Messenger. "I''m going to kill you!"


    "You? I''ll have you know that I wanted to kill you from the start. Now that you''ve shown up to be killed, I''d be happy to take your life!"


    The Dark Messenger sprinted toward Wilbur, who charged at him as well. The Dark Messenger swung the sword in his grasp at Wilbur.


    Wilbur responded with a punch, and a golden dragon appeared behind the Dark Messenger at once. The Dark Messenger had sensed the presence of the dragon as well and widened his eyes in shock. Yet, before he could do anything, the golden dragon had pierced through his body from the back and shot out through his chest.


    The golden dragon cried out in fury, its rampant dragon aura tearing the Dark Messenger into pieces as he dissolved into a cloud of ck miasma. Wilbur clenched his fists at the sight, his chest boiling with rage.


    At the same time, the Dark Lord''s eyes flew open from where he was absorbing dark energy in the middle of the core ancient formation far away. "When did this imbecile be so powerful?"


    Just then, a voice entered the Dark Lord''s head. "Let me kill him, Master."


    "No, there''s no need for that. Give me all the energy you''ve absorbed. As long as one more formation exists, my n will still seed."


    It turned out that the Dark Lord had formed eight clones and nine formations just to speed up the process of absorbing the dark energy. Nine formations were the most that could be activated at a time, and the Dark Lord had done so to prepare for Wilbur appearing to disrupt his ns of absorbing dark energy.


    What the Dark Lord had not expected was how powerful Wilbur had grown all of a sudden. The original n would have seeded in just two days, but now it seemed like that would not be enough. To prevent the core formation from being destroyed, the Dark Lord decided to draw energy from the seven remaining clones.


    Once he had absorbed all their energy and stored it in his body, the Dark Lord would have nothing to fear even if Wilbur were toe looking for him.


    On the contrary, the Dark Lord actually felt like it was the perfect opportunity.


    After all, he only saw Wilbur as no more than a bump in the road that would not affect his n by much.


    In the past, the Dark Lord had wanted nothing more than to understand the dragon n. He wanted to devour Wilbur and gain his dragon n cultivation methods. But now, the Dark Lord had changed his mind. His n was just to be an evil god first. He would be able to pick from contributors from different dimensions then, and all he had to do was make one of the dragon n cultivators into his puppet.


    Once the Dark Lord devoured the cultivator''s body, he would be able to


    understand the dragon n cultivator by fabricating a false consciousness for them. After all, Wilbur was not the only dragon n cultivator in the lower dimensions.


    Over on the ind, Wilburnded on the ground after killing the Dark Messenger. He used his dragon aura to draw all the dragon cauldron pieces scattered around the ind and the sea to him, staring at them as rage burned in his chest.


    "I''m going to take you out for good one day, Dark Messenger!"


    Wilbur was going to give up but suddenly thought of how the ninth dragon cauldron had been broken into pieces too. Since collecting the pieces would eventually lead to restoring the ninth dragon cauldron, Wilbur decided to store the other pieces away in his demine.