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

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 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

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 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