"What the…" Amidst Wilbur's confusion, the air was filled with the chatter of people. Wilbur's eyes lit up, and he scrambled to get up before rushing out of the temple. He was greeted with the sight of a street bustling with people and grinned as he reached out to touch a man's face. The man moved out of the way, frowning at him. "What the hell are you doing?" "It's real! You've been brought back to life!" "What are you going on about? I don't know what you're saying…" The man turned to leave when an old man guarding the Mountain God Temple walked up to Wilbur and handed him a letter. "Congratulations, Mister Penn. You've passed the test. This is a letter from Nightless Elder, who wants you to see him right after you read the letter." "Okay. Thank you, sir." The old man walked away, and Wilbur opened up the letter. Upon reading it, he finally understood that the Eternal Sunshine Dimension was one that could be revived. Its inhabitants were not real people at all. Nightless
With the goal of population control in mind, there was a strict system set in place for the people in the towns of the middle dimensions. This was why most people who were sent to the middle dimensions usually ended up in Buck Town or the two other bloodthirsty main towns. Out of the cultivators who had landed here, there had been a dozen or so upper-dimension elites who had faced a massacre here. Some upper-dimension elites thought they would be able to return to the middle dimensions to prove their strength, only to learn the hard way that they should never, ever enter the main towns. There were a few mysterious elites stationed throughout the main towns to keep the peace and maintain the reputation there. Thus, even upper-dimension elites ran the risk of getting killed if they acted out of line in the main towns. The guard tests, maintaining the reputation of the main towns—that was all just for show. That was a place that awaited the real elites to show up, and only one out o
Wilbur took the cauldron fragment from Nightless Elder and let out a sigh. Nightless Elder raised his eyebrows, puzzled by the look of distress on Wilbur's face. "Aren't you here because of this ninth fragment of the ninth dragon cauldron? Shouldn't you be happy to finally get it? Why the long face?" Wilbur looked up at Nightless Elder. "Yes, I've worked really hard to get this last cauldron fragment, and I am happy to finally get it… but the ninth dragon cauldron was the only one to be broken back then, while the other eight were in perfect shape. However, now all of the Nine Dragon Cauldrons have been shattered, and I don't know if Senior Fremont will still want to see me. He might turn me down, and I may never learn about the secret of the dragon clan." Nightless Elder stared at Wilbur for a moment in silence before nodding. "I see. So, that's what you're worried about. Well, I might not be able to fix that for you, but I'm sure that fate is nothing short of a miracle. Things wi
"Can you just help me put in a good word to Senior Fremont? Of course, it'd be best if he was willing to see me, but if he turns me down… I guess that would have to do." Wilbur ended the call, letting out a long breath before walking to the balcony and looking down at the busy streets filled with people. Everyone was working hard for their own lives, and the people's faces bore different expressions. Some were happy, some distressed, some excited, some sad. Wilbur, who had been chasing after the secret of the dragon clan this entire time, felt a sudden wave of peace taking over his heart. He asked himself, "Oh, Wilbur. You wanted to know the secret of the dragon clan so you could take down the Dark Lord, but he's now been sealed off. The secret's not so important now, is it?" He had wanted to persuade himself, but the truth was that despite the Dark Lord being sealed off, Wilbur had not yet fulfilled the God of Light's request. Earth was still a dimension located in the middle of
The strange thing was that none of the snow on the enormous mountain range ever melted— save for the middle of it. There was a specific area on the peak of Snow Mountain Lydia, where the snow would thaw for two months every summer. Wilbur furrowed his brows. "The whole area's covered in snow, which proves that the temperature there's constantly low. Why would the snow on the mountain peak thaw for two months every year?" Something told Wilbur that Senior Fremont was most likely at the top of this snow mountain. Maybe he had learned some important lesson there and had been cultivating there ever since. Wilbur wasted no time packing up before flying up north toward Veltris. Within half an hour, he had arrived at the Snow Mountain Lydia range. He stood atop a pile of snow, looking around before flying towards Snow Mountain Lydia. Wilbur began to sense Senior Fremont's energy aura and made a beeline for the peak. Wilbur saw Senior Fremont standing there from afar. Two golden drag
"What…" Wilbur stared at the broken pieces on the ground in shock. The next second, the remaining dragon cauldrons, too, fell to the ground in pieces. "Senior…" Fremont said, "Wilbur, I want you to put all of the Nine Dragon Cauldrons back together. Once you can do that without them being blown apart right after, I'll tell you the secret of the dragon clan." "But the winds here are so strong! It's too difficult to put the cauldrons together, Senior." Fremont said nothing and turned to leave, vanishing out of sight the next second. "What the…" Wilbur blinked hard. "Is he… gone?" He tried again, and the nine cauldrons were quickly assembled. This time, they lasted a few seconds until the wind knocked them apart again. Wilbur tried many more times after that, but the cauldrons would be knocked into pieces just seconds later. This made Wilbur rather upset, and he looked around before letting out a sigh. He squatted down, starting to put the cauldrons together again as he m
That was why he was humiliating Wilbur like this, wanting him to just give up. Well, he would just call it a case of bad faith. After another failed attempt, Wilbur got to his feet. The winds blew the cauldron pieces into the air, knocking them apart and sweeping them off the cliff. Wilbur leaped into the air and was about to be on his way. The air flashed with golden light all of a sudden, and Senior Fremont appeared in front of him once more with a rather smug smile on his face. "Already giving up after just a few days?" Wilbur glanced at Fremont. "This was an impossible task from the start. Since you don't want me to know the secret of the dragon clan, I should just leave." "What? You're leaving? What about the Nine Dragon Cauldrons, then? You don't want them anymore?" Wilbur snorted. "The Nine Dragon Cauldrons were yours to begin with, and I should be thankful enough that you're not faulting me for breaking them. I guess I'm returning them to you." Wilbur got up to leav
Wilbur was instantly stunned, and Fremont said coldly, "You must have not searched carefully earlier. You are too eager for success, which has led you to lose yourself. Now, go back to the cliff and search for those cauldron fragments again." "Alright. What do I have to be afraid of?" asked Wilbur. Wilbur turned to leave, but Fremont said, "Wait. When you were climbing the mountain earlier, you were moving too fast and almost triggered an avalanche. If a major avalanche were to occur, it would ruin the formation I have set up here on Snow Mountain Lydia. So, remember, from now on, do not go too fast when going up or down the mountain, understand?" "What? But I returned the dragon cauldron to you. You did not let me fly down the mountain to search for the cauldron fragment for you. Why is that? What gives you the right to treat me this way? Don't you think this is too cruel?" Fremont formed a dragon claw with his right hand and, with a powerful pull, drew Wilbur into his grasp.