The Almighty Dragon General

James had analyzed in detail and concluded that the chaotic situation within the Greater Realms was highly unlikely to occur
again.
Furthermore, it was not guaranteed that other races would respond even if he, as the Great Elder of the Dooms, were to initiate a
battle.
Take the Angels, for example. They were well aware that he was a human but had chosen to remain silent and submissive.
James continued, “I have two plans for the next steps.”
“Go ahead,” replied Thea, walking ahead alongside Dempsey.
These discussions between James and Thea involved the entire human race and even Dempsey, as the archbishop of the
Heaven-Eradicating Sect, understood that he should remain silent and listen attentively at this moment.
James continued, “I don’t know if Youri will send other living beings from the Dooms to retrieve the tokens, but it’s highly likely
that I will be chosen. If I am the one sent, I will obtain the tokens from other races, along with the ones I already have, making a
total often. At that point, I will secretly withdraw from the Dooms and make my way to the Cloud Race to save Soren.”
“If Youri doesn’t send me but instead chooses the Dooms’ other Overworld Outsiders, then there’s only the second
option left. I will find a way to make a trip to the Cloud Race and learn about the formation that holds Soren. I’ll try to break the
formation. The second scenario will take a considerable amount of time, while the first one will be relatively quicker.”
After hearing what James said, Thea thought for a moment and said, “I’ll leave the matters of the Greater Realms to you. Adapt
as necessary, but make sure to find a way to inform me about new plans.”
“Understood.” James nodded. “Our priority, for now, is to instigate battles and disrupt the situation in the Greater Realms,
drawing more races into the conflict.”
They arrived at the dungeon while the two continued their conversation. Dempsey opened dungeon, and soon James found
himself at its deepest level.
Imprisoned in the deepest level of the dungeon was the most fearsome genius of the current era, a Thousand Paths Holy Body,
Wyot Dalibor.
The dungeon was fortified with multi-layered formations.

Wyot was bound by iron chains that had been reinforced by Thea, which were transformed by formation inscriptions.
He was tightly bound by the iron chains, and his body contorted into a crucifix-like shape. His hair was messy. He appeared
disheveled and weak, with a barely discernible aura.
It seemed that the nearly unconscious Wyot awakened when he heard footsteps. He caught a glimpse of the person
approaching through the gaps in his hair.
It was James, standing outside the dungeon.
James looked at Wyot, then glanced at Thea and inquired, ” How do you plan to handle him?”
Thea extended her slender jade finger and gently pressed it against her temple, expressing helplessness. She said, “This is
indeed a troublesome situation. We cant kill him, and we don’t know where to take him.”
“It is indeed troublesome,” James remarked. His expression was grave as he looked at Wyot, who had been imprisoned in the
dungeon, devoid of sunlight for countless epochs.
“Since I infiltrated the Dooms disguised as Wyot Dalibor, I’ve had a strong intuition that he will become my greatest rival in the
future. As well as the biggest obstacle to the revival of humanity.”
Dempsey broke his silence and asked, “Is there any way to keep his soul lamp from extinguishing even if we kill him?”
James shook his head. There was a way, but he didn’t know it. The Grand Patriarch of the Dooms, Hirah Dalibor, used such a
method to deceive Youri.
Youri controlled the Dooms, and those who oversaw the Soul Hall of the Dooms were his subordinates. Even sectlevel elders of
Overworld Outsiders could access the Soul Hall to check the soul lamps.
to check. He had no idea that Hirah’s soul lamp was already extinguished.
James looked at Thea and asked, “Thea, do you have a solution?” Thea shook her head too.
Even though she had lived for a long time and was a super Overworld Outsider in the Primordial Realm Era, the Dooms was not
an ordinary race. Surpassing them was as difficult as reaching the heavens.

“Then we can only keep him secretly imprisoned,” James said helplessly. He truly wanted to eliminate the real Wyot to prevent
any future troubles.