"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.
After nine consecutive days of trying, Wilbur discovered that under the suppression of the formation energy on Snow Mountain Lydia, his willpower was insufficient to effectively bring the cauldron fragments together. How could this be? Could it be that the formation energy on Snow Mountain Lydia was suppressing his power? Wilbur could sense the cauldron fragments. He might have been able to piece the cauldron together and ensure it would not break apart within fifteen minutes if it was not for the suppression of formation energy on Snow Mountain Lydia. Wilbur felt like this was a test from Senior Fremont. He was frustrated, but he reminded himself that Senior Fremont was immensely powerful. It was rumored that Senior Fremont had reached the level of an upper dimension cultivator. In that case, he would not have misjudged Wilbur since he had perspective as an upper dimension cultivator, which meant that Wilbur should be able to complete the task assigned to him. Having given u
"Of course," replied Wilbur. "So why can't you do it on Snow Mountain Lydia?" asked Fremont. Wilbur frowned and thought for a moment, and he replied, "I think it's because of the suppression from Snow Mountain Lydia's formation energy." Fremont said, "You finally figured it out. That's right, it's precisely because of that formation that you couldn't control the cauldron fragments with your willpower. Every cultivator will experience suppression of their cultivation upon arriving at Snow Mountain Lydia. One cannot fully exert their true abilities here. Snow Mountain Lydia is a sacred mountain, and the reason it is called a sacred mountain is precisely because of the natural formation that exists here." "What?" Wilbur frowned when he heard that and asked, "Are there natural formations in this world? Could it be that mother nature has such power to create formations on her own, without needing anyone to set them up?" "Yeah," replied Fremont. Wilbur thought it was a ridiculous
Fremont felt like Wilbur understood, so he pointed to the grass around them and said, "Tell me this, Wilbur. Why is it that within a hundred miles, Snow Mountain Lydia is perpetually frozen, yet at the very top, we see melting ice and snow?" "Um…" replied Wilbur. He looked around then he shook his head. He said, "I don't know, sir." "Haha!" Fremont threw his head back and laughed. He said, "Alright, I'll tell you since you don't know." He explained, "Dragons are special products of this energy that permeates dimensions. This means that dragon aura is the most powerful. It is the key to opening up all dimensions and overcoming the toughest obstacles within the river of energy. Therefore, the melting ice and snow here are intrinsically linked to the dragon clan. Dragons cannot leave the water, or they will quickly die from thirst if they do. On Snow Mountain Lydia, where the ice and snow are frozen, this place is also a waterless land for the dragon clan." Wilbur said in a pu