Most of the buildings in Anderson Town were abandoned, with some inplete 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 dpidated buildings, feeling a wave of inexplicable sadness.


    For a moment, he seemed to see the miners who hadbored 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 white glow appeared naturally in his palm.


    It was the power of light!


    Previously, Wilbur struggled to draw on the power of light or the power of destruction stored in the dragon head mark on his back.


    It was challenging and might even backfire due to their immense strength.


    Yet, the power of light was flowing calmly in his palm.


    Wilbur felt no pressure on his body. Instead, he felt a sense of peace and tranquility, as if this waspletely natural.


    He could not help but wonder if having apassionate heart made it easier to harness the power of light.


    Wilbur tried to focus his thoughts, attempting to make the white light in his palm growrger and stronger.


    However, he failed to do so even after several attempts.


    This left Wilbur feeling even more puzzled.


    Undoubtedly, Wilbur''spassionate nature and his empathy for the workers of Ezekiel Mine had granted him better control over the power of light.


    However, this power seemed unpredictable, or perhaps he had yet to discover the true way to control it.


    As the light in his palm faded, Wilbur reflected on the past.


    He concluded that he was not yetpassionate enough to fullymand the power of light.


    After all, the power of light was a power of the universe''sws from the middle dimension, whereas Wilbur resided in a lower dimension.


    He spected that people''s mindsets in different dimensions varied.


    What was considered kindness andpassion in the lower dimension might be seen by the strong in the middle dimension as a form of selfish pity.


    Just like the seven Light Warriors who once challenged the Dark Lord.


    Though there were only seven of them, they wore Light Armor forged with thebined energy of all the strongest beings in the Light World.


    Wilbur wondered if a simr event happened in his dimension. Could such unity be achieved?


    Would they be able to gather all thepassion and kindness into a force powerful enough to defeat the Dark Lord?


    It seemed like a distant dream.


    Wilbur knew his strength came from the Light Gloves, the dragon n''s training techniques, and the Nine Dragon Cauldrons.


    The Light Gloves could convert all energy in the lower dimension into the power of light and the power of destruction.


    Nevertheless, relying solely on the Light Gloves to defeat the Dark Lord was unrealistic.


    The only way was to find the fragments of the ninth dragon cauldron and reassemble the Nine Dragon Cauldrons set.


    By doing so, he would fulfill Fremont''s wish, allowing him to meet Fremont and learn the secrets of the dragon n.


    With his resolve strengthened, Wilbur set aside his emotions and continued his journey.


    Soon, he found an elderly woman sitting at her door, knitting.


    He approached her and asked, "Ma''am, do you know about the history of the Ezekiel Mine?"