Among those eight survivors, sstayed in the upper dimensions, while the others headed to the middle and lower dimensions.
However, the universe was a vast expanse with endless dimensions.
Each dimension was a world of its own, and new cultivators were born in those worlds every day. Thus, it would be practically
impossible to find those eight cultivators.
However, dimensional guardians were said to be able to go wherever they wanted with just a thought. That made killing the eight
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtsurvivors much easier, yet that somehow never happened.
Locke felt like Wilbur had most likely gotten his hands on the dimension treasures belonging to one of the eight survivors, which
meant that the original owner had likely passed on. Locke emptied the contents of his glass in one go, overwhelmed with emotion.
Wilbur had somehow been lucky enough to inherit one of the eight survivors' dimension treasures. Locke had worked hard too,
living humbly in Buck Town for two thousand years until he finally got a chance to leave.
Locke had thought that he would never return to Buck Town, only for fate to put him here once more.
However, Locke now had nothing to worry or panic about. Cultivating for a few thousand years had taught Locke how to adapt, and
he knew that Wilbur was bound to show up eventually. Once that happened, all Locke had to do was help Wilbur and the others
take Hadirt down and he would achieve his goal.
Locke had initially planned to get close to Wilbur over the course of a thousand years, but these special circumstances would get
him there in just a few days. That, to Locke, was perfect.
At the stime, Edmund paced around in the City Lord's quarters restlessly. The portal nearby flashed, and Ge walked out.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Sorry for making you wait, Lord Edmund."
Edmund lit up at the sight of Ge, rushing over to him. "Please, Lord Ge. You have to helpthis time."
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