He put the Light Helmet back on and began to think. The surroundings shifted once more, and Wilbur found himself on the shores of Wendis.


    The beach was packed with people walking around, but no one seemed to notice Wilbur. He waved at a man in front of him, but his arm passed right through the man''s head.


    These regr people seemed to be here only because he had thought of them. Wilbur had not thought too intensely, and thus they merely existed as silhouettes that would not cause any harm to Wilbur.


    Since everything could change ording to his thoughts, what would happen if he willed Judith''s grandmother to show up and tell him about the treasures in the mirage?


    Judith''s grandmother knew that the mirage was a special dimension, so she must also know what treasure was hidden inside.


    Wilbur thought again, and Judith''s grandmother appeared in front of him. He looked at her nervously, saying, "Grandma, there''s something really important I need your help with. I hope you answer me."


    Yet before Wilbur could even ask what he had nned, Judith''s grandmother had walked right through his body and left as if she had not seen him at all.


    "What..."


    Wilbur froze for a moment before snapping out of his stupor. He realized that everything in this special dimension within the mirage would shift ording to the dragon n cultivator''s thoughts and intentions. This meant that the people that appeared here were all part of the cultivator''s memories, and everything they did was things the cultivator had experienced in the past.


    Only people who had made an impression on the cultivator would be able to affect the cultivator, and regr thoughts and memories would only create silhouettes.


    Wilbur finally understood that the dimension within the mirage was pretty much built on memories.


    Everyone and everything that appeared here was a part of his past. The entire dimension was akin to a gigantic camcorder, reying past encounters that would shift in location and circumstance ording to his thoughts.


    Wilbur gasped. He felt as if he was in an immersive yback of his past and could not help but frown. What could a world like this possibly mean?


    Wilbur did not understand what Judith''s grandmother had meant by her words. Was there really treasure hidden around here? The only thing he could think of would be the abundant dragon aura in this ce.


    The dragon aura here was a hundred times more concentrated than it was outside, and that had not changed since Wilbur had got here. It was true that he could improve his cultivation quickly surrounded by such a high concentration of dragon aura, but Wilbur was more concerned about the treasures and special cultivation methods here.


    s, they did not seem to exist.


    Hang on!


    Wilbur suddenly thought of the evil god Bahamut''s snake fang. If Wilbur could use his imagination to create a snake''s fang, he would be able to contribute it over and over again to gain grace points! That was a pretty good idea!


    Wilbur got to thinking at once, and the image of Bahamut''s snake''s fang appeared in his mind at once. It was not long before the long fang appeared in Wilbur''s grasp. However, it was in the form of an image and could not be contributed at all.