In the next second, the red storm caught up with Wilbur again, engulfing him instantly. By this time, the Light Gloves on Wilbur's hands had dimmed, and his body had reached its limit, unable to absorb any more energy. Seeing this, a hint of a smile appeared in Patrick's eyes as he coldly remarked, "So, the successor of the Child of Light is nothing special after all." However, just as Patrick finished speaking, Wilbur's entire body began to emit a brilliant white light. In an instant, a white shield expanded outwards, completely engulfing the area where the red storm raged. The shield continued to expand and soon enveloped Patrick as well. The red pillar of light in the sky vanished instantly. Patrick looked down at his right hand, which was shriveling, and then threw his head back to the sky, his eyes wide open as he cried out, "No, Blood God, please no!" But at that moment, Wilbur had already begun chanting a spell for his Dragon Move and shouted, "The fifth level: Dragon's

The middle and upper dimensions had very strong order, but only in the lower dimensions do different dimensions experience chaos. In these dimensions, if the evil thoughts outweigh the good, they would be invaded by the evil gods, ultimately becoming special dimensions that provided nourishment for the evil gods. If the entire lower dimension becomes completely dominated by evil thoughts, the numerous evil gods could combine their devouring powers to eventually consume the entire lower dimension. This would turn it into a dark dimension. As a result, the power of the evil gods would only grow stronger, allowing them to then devour other middle dimensions, and eventually the upper dimensions. Both good and evil had the ambition to dominate the universe. The difference lay in the fact that good was upheld by cultivators and dimensional guardians, who were themselves cultivators, while evil was wielded by numerous evil gods. These evil gods connected to a dimension through the evil th

"I just want to check out how many wells there are in the village." "Wells?" Arsi was taken aback. He had no idea what Wilbur was up to. Given the severity of the Night Demon problem, it seemed odd that Wilbur was focusing on something as mundane as the wells in an inner village. After pondering for a moment, Arsi furrowed his brows and asked, "So, Mister Wilbur, do you think the Night Demon virus is spreading through the underground water? Are you trying to find the source of the virus's transmission?" Wilbur shook his head. "No, that's not it." Bangsai was not very large. Wilbur and Arsi quickly walked from one end of the village to the other. Returning to the village entrance, Wilbur had already determined that there were three wells in Bangsai. He believed that the dragon cauldron fragment must be hidden in one of these wells. However, the village was tranquil, and the people coming and going were all respectable members of the Jeemir family. They appeared to be ordinar

This new information left Wilbur puzzled. In the desert city of Wrecknam, the wells were interconnected, leading to a vast underground space. However, the three wells in Bangsai village were not connected at all, indicating that there was no hidden passage beneath them. Three isolated wells could not house a formation or accommodate people. This contradicted Wilbur's initial assumption. It seemed there were no guardians in Bangsai after all, and it was just an ordinary village. Wilbur speculated that the dragon cauldron shard might be inside one of these wells. Yet, during his visit to Bangsai today, he had not sensed the shard's presence near any of the wells. This realization confused him. Normally, Wilbur's connection to the dragon cauldron shard would allow him to sense its presence. But now, he felt nothing. Could it be that the shard was not in Bangsai or even in Diseya? Had he remembered the location incorrectly? But Wilbur clearly recalled the mental imprint he had rece

Wilbur realized he might be overly anxious, probably due to the recent Night Demon issues that had heightened his sensitivity to the environment, much like the flickering streetlight he had noticed on his evening walk. With this in mind, he took a deep breath and relaxed. However, as the Ferrari rounded a corner, Wilbur's nerves tightened again, suddenly aware that his earlier impression was not just a figment of his imagination. In Wilbur's understanding, racing should be exhilarating. Given how well both he and Arsi were driving, the bystanders they had passed should have been cheering. But they were not, and this anomaly did not sit right with him. There were two possible explanations for this unusual behavior. The first possibility was that these individuals were infected with the Night Demon virus. Dale had informed Wilbur about the nature of the virus, which, once contracted, caused extreme emotional suppression. Thus, observing whether someone's emotional responses were n