"Anything in exchange?" Wesley blinked at Wilbur. "Sir, I haven''t got a penny on me. I can''t give you anything."


    Wilbur sighed. "Well, I''m really sorry, but I can''t help you. Please go back."


    He turned around, heading across the bridge.


    Wesley remained outside, crying, and screaming, yet Wilbur did not respond to him.


    There were too many problems going on in the world, and he could not tend to everything at once.


    What if people came to him every time they needed the slightest bit of help from him after this? Should he just do it, then?


    Wilbur could forget about cultivating if he were to say yes to that. He would have his work cut out for him just running around helping everyone like Mother Theresa.


    Charles sighed as well, returning to the security room to resume his shift.


    Wesley remained kneeling where he was. Wilbur did not kick him out, and thus Charles said nothing either.


    Wilbur returned to his room. He shook his head, pushing Wesley out of his thoughts, and entered his demine.


    Wilbur sat down cross-legged in the space and started to refine the energy of the crystal sternum that was in his body.


    It was a pure energy that, despite him having absorbed it, still made his internal system rather chaotic.


    Wilbur needed to cleanse and refine this energy to truly make it his own.


    Not long after, his body lit up with roaring energy mes as a powerful spiritual pressure filled the entire demine.


    Within moments, roaring winds kicked up in the demine as thunder boomed loudly. It was as though a natural disaster was about to take ce.


    It was unclear how much time had passed when the winds and thunder in the demine finally died down, and the roaring energy mes were finally absorbed into Wilbur''s body.


    Just then, aplete inscription lit up on Wilbur''s body, making it look like he was covered in tattoos.


    Wilbur slowly got to his feet, letting out a satisfied smile at the sight of the inscription.


    His Dragon''s Chant had finally leveled up.


    His powers had risen to another level, and the inscription on his body was a visualization of just how his power was so immense that it manifested physically.


    The energy that was currently in his body, paired with his dragon''s powers, practically made him reach the peak of the Sanctuary level.


    The powers in his body alone were enough for him to be second to none. On top of that, he also had the Spiritual Furnace that allowed him to store even more powerful spiritual energy.


    Wilbur grinned, and the scripture on his body faded as he gripped the historical halberd.


    His Second Consciousness had already begun analyzing the cultivation lessons learned through the historical halberd, and it was clear that the weapon itself held its own secrets.


    Wilbur channeled all his spirit energy into himself, and more information came flowing out.


    A whileter, Wilbur let out a cry before channeling all his powers into the halberd.


    The halberd let out a series of clicking noises. All of a sudden, it expanded to about ten meters long, exploding with a terrifying spiritual pressure.


    The historical halberd increased in weight as well, to the point that even someone with Wilbur''s strength found it heavy to wield.


    Wilbur reckoned that the halberd weighed at least five tons.


    One strike would be enough to affect most people at the Sanctuary level, and anyone below the Ambience level would be destroyed in one strike.


    That was not even the full weight of the historical halberd yet. It was only what Wilbur could handle at the moment.


    Wilbur now knew that the Cook family ancestor had be a cultivator throughbat.


    The ancestor had made the halberd himself, and its sole attribute was weight.


    Even the 50 thousand kilograms it currently weighed was already terrifying enough.