Just then, the Shadow Man sitting on the bed said, "You can defeat these people first. I'll battle you if you're powerful enough to go up against me." Wilbur stared coldly at the Shadow Man on the bed. "You're not a Shadow Man. At least, you didn't start out as one." "What do you mean by that?" "Shadow Men don't know how to speak the language of this world. You're not the Shadow Man, you're Stefan Shaw!" The eyes of the Shadow Man sitting on the bed flew open at the mention of the name, staring murderously at Wilbur. Despite it not saying anything, the three Shadow Men in front seemed to go feral as they pounced at Wilbur. Wilbur knew he had no choice then and could only retreat as he summoned a clone to leap into the air. Dragon aura surrounded him and took shape as his clone controlled the huge dragon that charged at two of the incoming Shadow Men. The dragon let out a roar, flicking its tail and reducing the two Shadow Men into dust. Wilbur's clone suffered a severe ba
"I've long since accepted another, and the person I've accepted happens to be another me. He doesn't know that, though, and thinks I'm a selfish bastard. He wanted to leave me in that dimension, but he's been proven wrong now." Wilbur leaped off the stone wall, frowning at Stefan. "Who's this person you're talking about?" "Don't you know?" Stefan sneered, and then his expression suddenly froze as he asked, "How did you even make it into the Cave of Korst without him?" Wilbur lit up at the words. "Are you talking about the other you? The other Stefan?" "No, not the other me, the Brighter Side of me. You're now speaking to the Darker Side of me. More accurately, Stefan separated himself and his shadow into two different beings. He's him, and his shadow is his shadow. And, well, I'm that shadow." Despite the fact that different dimensions used cultivation methods, Wilbur could guess that Stefan had been to the dimension where the Shadow Men lived. What he had not expected was St
The rampant dragon aura tore at Wilbur's body relentlessly, and before long, there were up to a hundred cuts on his body. Nonetheless, the fierce winds continued, and Wilbur was beginning to suffer from internal damage on top of the external injuries. He became extremely weak. Eventually, he could not endure it any longer and collapsed to the ground. The fierce winds did not show any signs of stopping in the slightest. Wilbur's shirt was torn to shreds, and he was about to be torn apart when the first dragon cauldron soared up above Wilbur's head and emitted a ray of golden light. The golden light enveloped Wilbur, and the winds outside somehow could not get to Wilbur in the slightest after that. The rested dragon aura in the cauldron was fed into the golden light and absorbed by Wilbur's body, beginning to nourish and restore his health. As time passed, the rampant dragon energy was absorbed and converted as the fierce winds slowly died down. Just then, Stefan's voice rang from
Wilbur bowed to Stefan's skeleton before turning to a golden treasure chest next to the bed. Wilbur could feel the special aura radiating off the Light Armor inside and knew that it was right inside that chest. It was time the Light Armor showed itself after sitting still for centuries. Wilbur walked up to the treasure chest, reaching out to open it. Just as he was about to touch the box, Wilbur paused abruptly as he turned to look at Stefan. Despite Stefan having led the way for Wilbur, he seemed to have an ulterior motive. Back at the crossroads, Stefan had purposefully led Wilbur into the stone room on the right, where he had nearly been killed by the gray Shadow Men. Stefan might be a senior, but he was certainly not to be trusted. Wilbur picked up the treasure chest for his own protection, setting it down on the stone desk. He crossed over to stand behind the chest, reaching around to open it from the back. Indeed, Wilbur had been right to be cautious. The second he opened t
Wilbur figured that he would keep them in his demiplane, then contribute them to the Dragon's Altar to see how many grace points he could get. Despite the first dragon cauldron being a great help to the dragon aura in Wilbur's body, the enemies to come would surely be even more powerful. If a huge battle was to break out and Wilbur was injured, the Thunder-type Healing Pill was a great antidote. Of course, Wilbur was looking to get even better goodies from the dragon god if he could. No one would be opposed to becoming more powerful, and Wilbur felt even more like a thoughtless fool ever since he witnessed the power of the Dark Messenger. Spiritual energy was the special power of this dimension, and cultivating it would indeed make one stronger, but there were still many different dimensions in the universe containing many different cultivators. They might not be cultivating spiritual energy, but were just as powerful. In fact, species like the ant-men and the Shadow Men were f
More of the fog had lifted by the time Wilbur lifted his head as if it was now free of some sort of restriction. The fog was finally free to drift away from where it had been trapped in Wearson Valley for centuries. Wilbur then tracked down the third formation core, the last of them. Once he had broken this formation core, the entire formation Stefan had laid down would completely disappear. Wilbur dug in with the shovel, and it was not long before he uncovered a black starfish. It lay there, wriggling its feelers around. Wilbur reached out to grab it and realized that the starfish held an immense power with a special aura. Just then, however, Wilbur realized that the third formation core had not disappeared despite him digging out the starfish. Wilbur found this very strange, as all it took to lift a formation was just removing the formation core. The starfish had been dug up, but the last formation core had yet to disappear. Wilbur stared at the wriggling starfish, falling in
Wilbur looked around and did not see any other living being on his way out of Wearson Valley. The valley was completely exposed by then, and Wilbur would have been able to spot them otherwise, but that did not happen. This proved that the formation Stefan laid down borrowed the powerful dimensional laws of light and darkness and brought them to this dimension from six different dimensions. This had caused multiple dimensions to overlap, but the formation breaking had also separated them and returned them to their own worlds. Wilbur stood at the entrance of the valley, taking the sight of it in. His trip there had left a strong impression on him, as he had not expected to be able to get the Light Armor. The only regret he had was that he could not save Tracy. Tracy was an incredibly intelligent man and would never do something so rashly. It was highly possible that he had charged into the camp and saw something that had once belonged to his brother. Emotions came and went as the
Wilbur opened the door to the sight of a middle-aged man in black robes holding a scepter. The man had silver hair, and his appearance bore some resemblance to Tracy as well. "Is Tracy here?" "Tracy? You know him?" "I'm his brother, Truman," the man said. "I've got important news for him." "Come in." Wilbur let the man into his room. "Would you like some water?" The man looked around the room, before turning back to Wilbur. "Where's Tracy? Did you leave him at Wearson Valley?" Wilbur poured a glass of water. "Tracy is still in Wearson Valley, but you're not Truman. Truman died a long time ago." "What?" The man's brows furrowed. "How could you leave him alone in Wearson Valley?" "Who are you? How do you know him? Why do you care so much about him?" "I'm Tracy's younger brother, Tracius. How could you do this to him? You have no right to call yourself an ally of his." "Wait, take a look at this. Do you recognize it?" Wilbur opened his backpack, taking out the