Wilbur looked around and did not see any other living being on his way out of Wearson Valley. The valley waspletely exposed by then, and Wilbur would have been able to spot them otherwise, but that did not happen.


    This proved that the formation Stefanid down borrowed the powerful dimensionalws of light and darkness and brought them to this dimension from six different dimensions. This had caused multiple dimensions to ovep, 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 they pleased, and one was bound to lose control in a state of rage. Tracy could not move on from his brother''s death and was eventually struck down by the leader of the ant-men.


    That was just how the cultivator circle worked. An elite could take their opponent down as long as they were strong enough. The world of cultivation was an unpredictable one, and everyone had a right to their own opinions. However, in the end, the strongest had the final say.


    Anyone who refused to listen would be dead in no time. Thus, once Wilbur found out about Light Valley, he knew that the Church of Holy Illuminati and Bloodism were hardly anything anymore.


    No one would believe that the Light Valley only existed because two people, the Light Warrior and the Dark Lord, hade here. The Light Warrior was now dead, but the Dark Lord was still very much alive, and the dimension Wilbur was in was not dominated by the Dark Lord.


    A lower dimension would never be sought after by cultivators from the middle dimensions, and all Wilbur could hope for was that the Dark Lord did not think this dimension was a waste of his time.


    After all, the Dark Messenger could easily destroy this dimension if he wanted to, and it would be a huge blow to the beings living in this dimension.


    As one of the members of this dimension, Wilbur could not help but feel like he was carrying the weight of stopping the Dark Lord on his shoulders. Wilbur would be fine regardless of who the Light Warrior''s armor ended up with, as long as they could use it well and take the Dark Lord down.


    Wilbur returned to Korlyn and contacted Mister Kearson at once to tell him everything he knew. Upon knowing that the seventh dragon cauldron was in the museum, Kearson led a search to track it down, but could not find it even after searching for two whole hours.


    Upon knowing this, Wilbur came to the museum and walked up to a set of armor a corner on the first floor. "Could you open this armor up for me, Mister Kearson? I might just be able to find the cauldron I''m after."


    Kearson shrugged. "Sure, Mister Penn. I''m partially to me for the theft of the cauldron, after all, as I failed to keep a strict eye on it. However, I''m not going to partake in anything regarding the cultivator circle. You know I don''t have the power to do that, either."


    "I know," Wilbur nodded.


    Kearson''s assistant Carter swung the armor open and cried out in shock. "Oh my


    god, the cauldron''s in here! I can''t believe it!"


    Kearson picked the cauldron up, passing it to Wilbur. "It''s yours now, Mister Penn."


    "Thank you, Mister Kearson."


    Wilbur took the seventh dragon cauldron, putting it into a wooden box. He chatted briefly with Kearson, then left the museum to return to his hotel.


    Wilbur took out the cauldron in his room for inspection, when all of a sudden, a powerful aura filled the room. Wilbur hurried to put the cauldron away, as a series of loud and urgent knocking sounds came from his door.