Red Dragon seeks his position in both realms.

Futian (福田) is a field that uses the compassionate power of the Lord of the Golden Land to transform and transform sentient beings into blessings, and uses the bodies of all beings as its field.

Those who are converted and transformed into fields of merit.

In life, they are the henchmen of the Lord, obeying commands without complaint or regret; in death, they transform into fertile soil, continuing to nourish the golden land.

Winters is now converting his first Fukuda, the jackal Walker.

This was actually his first time.

The golden lock formed from the Pleiades's magical power shone brightly, and the more magical power Winters poured into it, the tighter the lock became.

Like a branding iron of crimson gold embedded in the fur and bones of the gnoll Walker, Pleiades magic seeped into him thread by thread along the golden chains.

Each time it entered his body, Walker would let out a heart-wrenching wolf howl, a sound filled with agonizing pain.

Actually, this is also Winters' fault.

This was Winters' first time using the Blessing Field Salvation Method, and he was rather unfamiliar with the method, and the infusion of magical power was not very even, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

It was precisely this instability in speed and intensity that made Walker's pain feel like a dull knife cutting flesh, or a sharp knife piercing his bone.

The intense Pleiades magic spread through Walker's limbs and bones, impacting every meridian and internal organ, causing countless needles to pierce and burn wherever it passed.

The Mahavairocana Sutra is clearly a legitimate Buddhist scripture, but in Winters' hands it became a torture even more agonizing than slow slicing.

"Ah!! Master! Stop! Please... Ah! Please stop!"

  

Walker collapsed to the ground, convulsing, bound by hundreds of golden locks, preventing his escape.

The wolf's barely twitching claws dug deep furrows in the ground, its green eyes filled with bloodshot veins and fear.

"Master...I surrender! I completely surrender to you! Please...please stop torturing me!"

By the end, Walker's cries of pain had become hoarse; he was in so much pain that he could no longer speak.

The mournful howls of wolves echoed back and forth in the dragon's lair. Winters frowned slightly, finding it utterly annoying.

With a thought, another strand of gold split off from the golden chain and sealed Walker's mouth shut, silencing his sobs and pleas for mercy.

Only muffled, beast-like growls remained inside the dragon's lair.

Suddenly, the jackal lying on the ground began to tremble violently, and blood seeped from its mouth, eyes, nose, and ears, which even the golden lock could not stop.

"Ugh, I got distracted just now; I focused too much."

Winters understood.

Just a moment ago, because Winters was distracted and used the golden lock to gag him, he accidentally injected too much of the Pleiades' magic power.

Unexpectedly, this jackal was so fragile, failing after only two attacks.

At that moment, a strange change occurred in Walker, the gnoll.

A sinister power, tinged with sulfur and blood, was surging from Walker's very marrow, instinctively resisting the infusion of Pleiades magic.

Then, under his gaze, the gnolls writhing on the ground began to change.

The fur on the gnoll's head slowly split open, and two jet-black horns burst through the flesh; the gnoll's original green pupils were also slowly soaked with blood, eventually turning into a murky dark red.

An aura of demons belonging to the Nine Hells of Barto spread uncontrollably.

"I see."

Winters' dragon eyes turned slightly cold as he finally understood why the gnolls had suddenly broken through the level five barrier.

The gnoll received the blessing of the devil within the sealed ring, becoming a half-demonized gnoll and elevating its life level through the devil's power.

In other words, it has now even changed species, making it almost a demon.

The demonic power that had just emerged from the bone marrow rampaged through the body, attempting to force the Pleiades' magic power out.

Instead of retreating from the sudden attack, the Pleiades' magical power trembled violently, like a raging fire that had been fueled, its flames suddenly surging threefold.

The Pleiades' magical power instantly sent the newly emerging evil forces fleeing in terror.

The Pleiades's way is inherently characterized by its strength in the face of evil and its ability to overcome demons.

Unfortunately, the devil's power was precisely countered.

"Since they've come to us, let's refine them all at once."

Winters snorted and increased the speed and intensity of his magical power.

Pleiades' magical power flowed upstream along the meridians, pressing down fiercely on the demonic power, annihilating the gnoll's demonic power with unstoppable force.

Wherever the golden light passed, the cold, demonic power melted away as quickly as ice and snow under the blazing sun.

The black horns on Walker's head shrank visibly until they disappeared; his dark red pupils faded and returned to their original green.

The aura of the Nine Hells of Bato on its body gradually faded until it disappeared completely. As the demonic power was completely extracted, its life force also plummeted, dropping from level five to level four.

Walker was washed away like that, his head lolled to the side, and he fainted from extreme pain.

Winters did not stop.

The conversion of a blessed land requires the Lord of the Golden Land to thoroughly imbue it with his magical power until it connects with the physical body and soul; even the slightest deviation will prevent the conversion from being successful.

He continued to channel his magic, and golden light flickered endlessly inside the cave.

Time passed slowly, and after 20 minutes, he slowly withdrew the spell after completely filling all the gnolls with the power of the Pleiades.

We finally succeeded!

The first blessed land has been forged!

At this moment, his Angri magic power was also exhausted, and he was also somewhat mentally fatigued.

It does require a lot of magical power to infuse the blessed land. Fortunately, Winters's magical power storage is limited, unlike that of a human body; otherwise, it really wouldn't be possible.

At the same time, a mysterious connection was also being established between him and the gnolls on the ground.

With a slight shift in his mind, Winters could clearly sense that he could control every movement of this body at will, from the slightest tremor of his fingertips to the contraction of his heart, all as if they were his own arms.

This is even easier than manipulating your own limbs!

Winters's playful spirit grew, and he attempted to use his mind to guide the gnolls' actions.

The next moment, the gnoll, who was still unconscious on the ground, stood up as Winters led him, but his posture was quite strange, making him appear to have a protruding front and buttocks.

The gnoll who stood up had extremely uncoordinated limbs, twisting and turning in a comical way, like a robot that had drunk fake alcohol.

Winters tried to guide him out of the dragon's nest with his consciousness, but found it was completely ineffective. He staggered and fell three times in just one meter.

This maneuver left Walker, the gnoll, utterly humiliated.

"Fine, let's leave it at that."

Winters's playfulness vanished, and he abandoned the idea of ​​leading the gnoll. The next second, the gnoll collapsed to the ground.

The gnoll that had just collapsed to the ground did not remain unconscious. Instead, it shuddered and suddenly opened its eyes.

His gaze fell directly on Winters, as if he had been instructed, and his eyes seemed to see some supreme being. He scrambled forward on all fours.

The gnoll slammed its forehead heavily onto the ground with a dull thud, its ferocity and cowardice vanishing, replaced by fanaticism and worship.

After its forehead was covered in blood, it let out a muffled, excited roar from its throat:

"Buddha!! Buddha!!"

Winters raised an eyebrow slightly, looking somewhat surprised.

He did not reveal any Buddhist name to the jackal, so why did the other party call him Buddha as soon as it woke up?

Could it be the effect of this "Mahavairocana Sutra"?

Winters sensed his first blessed land and went straight into his mind, searching for verifiable memories, but he could not find the origin of the Buddha's title.

"What did you call me?"

Since he couldn't find anything in his memory, Winters decided to ask him directly. Now that Walker the jackal was his benefactor, he couldn't possibly disobey his orders.

Walker seemed not to hear the question, only kowtowing repeatedly, chanting Buddha's name over and over, his eyes empty yet fanatical, like a devout believer who had lost his mind.

Winters tried to communicate with it using the Golden Earth technique, probing into its sea of ​​consciousness, but found only chaos. He couldn't even grasp a single clear thought, let alone a complete divine consciousness.

"Could it be that I used magic to make him stupid just now?"

Winters shook his head as he looked at Walker's devout, foolish expression.

"That's unexpected. Let's go check out the demon inside the sealed ring first."

He muttered to himself, looking at Walker who was still kowtowing, and found it even more noisy than the screams from before.

Without saying much, he directly silenced (Walker).

Walker's voice stopped abruptly, his mouth was tightly shut, only his body remained in the kneeling posture, his eyes still burning with fervor.

With his ears finally at peace, Winters was quite satisfied and ordered Walker to remove the level two seal ring from its claws and hand it to him.

Winters carefully enveloped the ring with Pleiades magic before slowly examining it.

The long-dormant magic was channeled into the ring, and the sealed ring immediately responded with an obscure aura of the abyss.

The sealed space inside the ring instantly expanded in his perception, and a curled-up evil shadow slowly unfurled.

The shadows seemed to be startled awake from a deep sleep.

A demonic voice, reeking of sulfur, echoed in his mind:

"Walk, you lowly gnoll, did you manage to trick me into giving you the Dragon's Blessing? Hmph! If not, you know the punishment according to the contract..."

Winters remained silent, searching for information about the demon before him in the Dragon Clan's heritage.

"No! Where did this power of the Light Principle come from?! You're not Walker!! Who are you?!"

The demons, sensing the Pleiades' power, let out a piercing scream.

Winters found information about this demon and, after a brief analysis, concluded that this demon posed extremely low danger, even less than a newborn piglet, and could be completely suppressed.

What are we waiting for? Let's do it!

"Who am I? Hmm, from now on you can call me Master."

As he spoke, Winters forcefully infiltrated the ring with the power of the Pleiades.