The old man got to his feet, tossing the ring back into the water as Miller shrugged, saying, "What a shame. But there's also good in keeping a memory deep in your heart." Wilbur was about to leave as he had told the old man, who walked Wilbur all the way out of the forest with Miller. Wilbur waved goodbye, saying, "Sir, Commander Miller, goodbye." "I hope to see you again, but I hope you won't call me Commander Miller then," said Miller. "Alright. You don't belong here, and it's time you returned to your world," said the old man. Wilbur turned and headed into the forest. He did not run into the cultivator before this time, and it only took him an hour to get out. He was surprised by this and clenched his right fist. "I guess I really did get stronger." Before he left, Wilbur took one last look at the forest. Despite not knowing what the mysterious energy surrounding Gelsa was, he was grateful for the growth this trip had brought him. It was seven in the evening by the time
Wilbur did not want the Dark Lord to destroy this dimension just to return to his middle dimension. Thus, Wilbur would not hesitate to battle against the Dark Lord if it really came down to that. He was going to protect this world even if it meant sacrificing himself. He was so close to collecting all nine dragon cauldrons, and Wilbur was practically dying to know the secret of the dragon clan and get the support of the upper dimensions. Just then, Perry spoke through the phone, "You might have found eight of the cauldrons, Wilbur, but you're only halfway there. Back when the Nine Dragon Cauldron was first made, Senior Fremont did not want it to be easily found. So, he broke the cauldron into nine pieces, hiding them in different places until the chosen one went to look for them." "What?" Wilbur was shocked. "The ninth dragon cauldron is broken, and into nine pieces too?" "Yes, but don't you panic. Senior Fremont made the ninth dragon cauldron, and he can destroy them just a
Wilbur took the Nine Dragons Painting out, inspecting the nine dragons on it closely, soon enough, he saw that the dragon at the top of the painting had half its body hidden in the clouds, only showing its claws and tail. Wilbur went online at once in search of information on Senior Fremont but found that there was next to no information on him aside from a few lines describing the Nine Dragons Painting and the creation of the Nine Dragon Cauldrons. All nine dragons in the painting were in different states. The sixth dragon was on the ocean, and Wilbur had found the sixth dragon cauldron at sea. The eighth dragon cauldron had been found in the merfolk realm, and there was a shadow of a volcano above the eighth dragon in the painting. Mount Taite had been the entrance to the merfolk realm, and Wilbur and the old man had entered it through the bottom of the lake at the peak of Mount Taite. Wilbur realized then that the locations of the first eight Dragon Cauldrons were reflected
Wilbur was excited, exclaiming, "How did you get it so fast this time?" Layla explained to Wilbur that she had developed special resource search software after learning he was searching for the Nine Dragon Cauldrons. The software could hack into encrypted databases of major websites and automatically search for information, eventually finding the desired answer. "Well done," Wilbur praised. After the call ended, Layla sent the information about Fremont to Wilbur's phone. Wilbur checked his phone and found it also included a detailed description of the Nine Dragon Cauldrons' forging methods. It listed the bronze collection sites for each cauldron, from the first cauldron to the ninth cauldron. For the first cauldron to the eighth cauldron, the copper ore used was from copper mines within the Dasha region. However, the combination of copper used was from nine different mines for the Ninth Cauldron. Seven of these copper mines were within Dasha, but two were from foreign
Most of the buildings in Anderson Town were abandoned, with some in complete ruins. These structures had witnessed the rise and fall of the Ezekiel Mine, and when the mine closed, the people left them behind. Walking through the alleys, Wilbur brushed his hand against the crumbling walls of these dilapidated buildings, feeling a wave of inexplicable sadness. For a moment, he seemed to see the miners who had labored here, shedding sweat and blood over the centuries. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and Wilbur froze. He stopped in his tracks, looking at his damp hand in shock as he murmured, "I-I actually cried.” Wilbur sensed a unique feeling he had never experienced. It was a profound empathy for the Dasha workers who lived here. This feeling made him empathize deeply, yet he could not pinpoint its source. The sudden surge of emotion seemed to grant Wilbur a special energy, filling him with strength. "Is this… the power of light?" Wilbur opened his right hand, and a wh
"Oh, you must be from out of town," the elderly woman said, glancing at Wilbur as she continued knitting. "The Ezekiel Mine has been closed for a decade. It used to be a thriving site, with up to ten thousand workers coming here annually. But that's all history now." "What? Ten thousand workers at the Ezekiel Mine? But it's such a small mine," Wilbur exclaimed in surprise. "That's right. It is a small mine. Initially, there were only a few hundred workers, and later, it grew to a few thousand. But life is not all about working and surviving. People need to rest, and they have a life outside of work. So, many people set up shops to supply goods and services to the workers. As more people settled here, the town naturally boomed further." She paused for a moment, then added, "However, not everyone came here to work in the mine. Many came for trade, providing basic necessities to those living here." Wilbur understood what the woman meant and asked, "So, at its peak, how many work
Wilbur was taken aback because he had never lived there, but it seemed that the people who came to Anderson Town over the years mainly were those who had once lived there. Wilbur replied, "That's right, but there's something I'm curious about. Besides people who used to live here, has no one else come to visit?" The lady shrugged and replied, "Over the past ten years, many people have come to Anderson Town, but they were all former residents, returning to revisit their memories. Other than that, no one else comes here. After all, Anderson Town is a remote place that's easy to forget." "An easy place to forget?" Wilbur pondered as he returned to his room, replaying her words in his mind. If everything she said was true, why did Fremont use copper ore from the Ezekiel Mine? Besides, Wilbur had researched online and found that many closed copper mines worldwide had become tourist attractions. These sites drew numerous visitors annually, and guides recounted their rich histor
"Dragon aura… Just as I thought," Wilbur murmured, looking at the first cauldron. Sure enough, the miners' hard work and resilience had indeed converged to form a dragon aura. The first cauldron sensed this powerful dragon aura and began absorbing its energy. Golden light started to emanate from the first cauldron, flickering and fusing into tiny golden particles, which were then absorbed by the cauldron. A figure in black, Raymond, witnessed the scene from afar. He stared at Wilbur before turning and leaving the area. In a dark underground chamber, an old man named Barker was reclining on a chair, his feet immersed in a basin of thick, black liquid to absorb its energy. Raymond knelt on one knee, hands clasped in respect, and reported, "Sir, Fremont's chosen one has arrived." "What?" Barker slowly opened his eyes. "Are you sure?" "Absolutely," Raymond replied. "I just saw him outside with the first cauldron, absorbing the dragon aura from the Ezekiel Mine." Barker