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
Wilbur put the thunder cleaver away, turning to pick up a glass. "Would you like some water?" Tracius stared at the Light Armor, his voice quivering as he asked, "Is my brother stuck there forever?" Wilbur paused from taking a sip. "Yes, your brother's going to be there forever, but I've brought back what he wants." "So what? What could possibly be more important than my brother's life?" Wilbur said, "I can't answer that, but I think your brother being willing to go to Wearson Valley for the Light Armor should be enough of an answer on its own." "I thought Tracy would have forgotten about Truman going into Wearson Valley. I can't believe he ended up going still…" Tracius wiped away his tears. "Can you tell me what happened in Wearson Valley? I want to know how Tracy died. Since you've brought the Light Armor back, does that mean that the secret of Wearson Valley's been solved?" "Since you want to know, I'll tell you the whole story," Wilbur replied. Wilbur had not wante
Nighttime came along, and Wilbur, who sat crossed-legged on the bed, opened his eyes. His body had recovered at that moment. He entered the demiplane and threw the broken sword of the Shadow Man and the sword of Stefan Shaw, into the Dragon's Altar, instantly turning them into a thousand grace points. Wilbur smiled and said, "It looks like the sword was quite amazing. I can't believe it's worth a thousand grace points." Then, Wilbur threw the hammer into the Dragon's Altar. The pale white flame burnt brightly, and the hammer instantly turned to 800 grace points. The ant-man champion was amazing, but not as amazing as Stefan, after all. Stefan once said that the world of the Shadow Men was at the back of the middle dimension, which was the closest space to the middle dimension among the lower dimensions. Therefore, the laws of dimension for the Shadow Men were the most powerful in the lower dimension. Naturally, it was only useful for cultivators who had not yet grasped the laws
However, Wilbur was instantly baffled when he saw the durations. 'First level: Lake-Swimming Dragon, one-second duration.' 'Second level: Tail-Wagging Dragon, two-second duration.' 'Third level: Dragon Out of the Water, three-second duration.' 'Fourth level: Dragon in the Field, four-second duration.' 'Fifth level: Dragon's Roar, five-second duration.' 'Sixth level: Dragon's Shadow, six-second duration.' 'Seventh level: The Dragon's Turn, seven-second duration.' 'Eighth level: The Dragon's Wrath, eight-second duration.' 'Ninth level: The Dragon's Dream, nine-second duration.' There were nine levels in total for the Dragon Move, but the longest duration was merely nine seconds. Nine seconds was far too short. Wilbur could only unleash the skill twice. If his opponent dodged it, he could only attack once. Wilbur thought he got lucky with 3,800 grace points, but it turned out quite useless. Moreover, it was hard to level up the skill through cultivation. Wilbur felt
Layla let Wilbur stay on the line and sounds of rapid tapping on the keyboard could be heard from the phone. Around ten seconds later, Layla said, "I'm so sorry, sir. There's no information on the three cauldrons at the moment. They are probably in someone's private collection." Wilbur expected the outcome, so he was not surprised. He continued to say, "Help me find out how many people are in touch with the cauldrons in recent years, then analyze who interacted with them the most." "Got it." Layla immediately understood what he meant. Since there were nine cauldrons, there was no doubt that the nine cauldrons were connected. Since they were connected, there was a high probability that someone collected the sixth, eighth, and ninth cauldrons together. Therefore, all Layla had to do was find out who the collectors could be. Then, find out how to investigate them. Perhaps they could find the remaining cauldrons that way. Soon, Layla could be heard from the phone, "Sir, from the