Red Dragon seeks his position in both realms.

The Pleiades' magical power stopped at the critical point of burning, and a golden glow enveloped the weakened demonic soul, no longer burning and devouring it.

Winters silently reviewed the two bombshells that the devil had uttered before his death.

The first piece of news is that it can enhance his strength.

The location of a primordial essence gem.

Located in the ruins of the Elf Forest, tens of thousands of miles away.

The Primal Essence Gem is also recorded in Winters's dragon heritage; it was formed from the sap of the World Tree after its death.

It can unconditionally elevate the life level of any race, making it extremely precious.

This news is indeed very significant. In the dragon race's valuation, the Primal Essence Gem is considered a top-tier gem.

But the pros and cons are right in front of us and are obvious at a glance.

The journey of 100,000 miles traverses numerous countries and dangerous regions. The road ahead is unknown and the forces involved are intertwined. With his current immature red dragon body, venturing on rashly would likely be courting death.

Moreover, the Elf Empire is no pushover. It firmly occupies one of the top powers in the world today, possessing a floating elven city and countless legendary archmages. It is not to be trifled with.

Even after trekking 100,000 miles to the ruins, the primordial gem might have already been taken by someone else.

There are too many uncertainties.

Another piece of news is the Dragon Nest ruins piled high with dragon treasures, which is even more of a mirage.

The ruins are surrounded by a large number of high-level flying dragons, all of which are mature and extraordinary ferocious beasts, whose strength far exceeds his current level.

"It was all just empty promises after all."

Winters felt a surge of anger. He'd had enough of biscuits in his previous life as a working-class man, and now someone dared to feed him biscuits?!

  

Winters turned and looked at the Abishai devil with hostility.

But when the Abyssai demon noticed Winters looking over, it showed a resigned expression, as if it was already prepared to be killed by Winters.

He stopped struggling and pretending, letting his ethereal soul dissipate and disintegrate, adopting a posture of complete abandonment and seeking only a quick death.

The unbearable torment of his soul being burned earlier had completely shattered his mind.

All the torment and suffering he had endured in his life, multiplied a hundredfold, was still less than the soul-burning agony he had just experienced.

At this moment, the devil felt that death was not unacceptable, and that after he died, he would return to the Ninth Hell of Bathor to be resurrected.

However, if they fail to complete the mission, they will definitely be tortured, punished, or even killed by the upper-level demon lords.

What does it matter if one is tortured, punished, or killed by the devil lord?

Compared to the pain inflicted by the terrifying red dragon before them, it was less than one ten-thousandth!

"Kill me...you damned red dragon..."

The devil, in a desperate state, relaxed his soul and body, spreading them out completely. This posture allowed the Pleiades' magic to burn faster, and he would die even faster.

Winters did not respond, as he was weighing the pros and cons.

A lower-ranking demon in Barto's Ninth Hell is born with the ability to bewitch, deceive, and seek profit and avoid harm, and will be trapped in assassination and contractual scheming for life.

Logically speaking, such low-level demons could not possibly know about the secrets of the gods, the abyssal rifts, the ancient dragon race, the secrets of various nations, and such top-level information that sweeps across the entire main plane.

His level of understanding and the information he possesses are completely unworthy of his status.

There's more to it than meets the eye.

The demonic soul before them was extremely fragile, like a candle flickering in the wind. With just a slight exertion of the Pleiades's power, it would be instantly annihilated.

After a moment's thought, Winters decided to keep the devil.

Keeping him alive is far more useful than killing him.

Once my cultivation of the Pleiades Dharma has deepened further and I have expanded the Golden Land space, enabling me to continue to convert the field of blessings, wouldn't it be wonderful to convert it directly?

Winters' murderous intent subsided, and he smiled wickedly at the remnant soul of the demon:

"Kill you? No, I won't let you die a quick death. I'll keep you alive and torture you little by little every day!"

With the devil's desperate, disgusted expression, Winters used Pleiades magic to envelop him in a level-two sealing ring.

"Hmm, where would be a good place to put this ring?"

Winters stared at the magic ring floating in the air above his claws for a moment, pondering. He was uneasy about the ring that sealed the demon within.

Putting it in the dragon's nest is definitely not an option, and putting it outside is also not an option. After thinking it over, I decided it would be better to put it in my own stomach.

"No, I have the power of the Rising Sun within me. If this ring enters my stomach, it might be completely purified."

Winters shook his head, his gaze falling on Walker, the gnoll who was still kneeling devoutly beside him.

Walker's forehead was covered in blood from kowtowing, and his eyes were empty yet fanatical as he stared at Winters, remaining motionless and adhering to his kneeling posture.

An excellent resettlement plan was instantly formed.

"Got it! Walker, I'm returning this ring to its rightful owner. Take good care of it."

Winters' mind stirred, and he used his magic to lift the sealing ring, precisely slipping it back onto the gnoll Walker's claws, without the slightest error, truly returning it to its rightful owner.

"You must protect the ring and not take it off."

Winters used the absolute command of the Lord of the Golden Land to infuse Walker's consciousness.

Walker's soul was already connected to his, and this command was like a heavenly rule engraved in his soul, which could not be disobeyed.

Winters then probed into Walker's mind to continue examining the state of his first Futian.

After some investigation, the general situation was understood.

Walker, the gnoll, suffered a non-fatal flesh wound and will recover fully after a few days of rest, gradually regaining his mobility and combat abilities.

However, the situation regarding his soul is not optimistic, because Winters' first attempt at the purification ritual forcibly washed away the raging Pleiades magic power from his soul.

Although the demonic power within him was washed away and evil spirits were eliminated, it caused irreversible damage to his consciousness and brain tissue.

Even if it recovers in the future, its intelligence will inevitably be greatly damaged, and it will never be able to regain its former cleverness and cunning.

From now on, Walker will only be an absolutely loyal, fearless, and pure henchman, without the slightest disloyalty, only fanaticism and undying loyalty.

"It's alright."

For Winters, never betraying was enough.

After finishing all the chores, Winters stepped out of the dragon's nest.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the morning light was faint.

The golden-red morning sun pierced through the thin mist of the green valley, spreading its light across the entire valley.

From the initial conversion of Futian to the interrogation and subjugation of the demon, he unknowingly stayed up all night.

Although the night's cultivation consumed a huge amount of Pleiades' magical power, it also yielded rich rewards.

With Jindi completely secured and the first Futian project completed, they now hold a devilish chip full of secrets, reaping abundant rewards!

As he gazed at the rising sun, Winters's desire for cultivation surged, and he began to practice the "Pleiades Method."

But as if someone didn't want him to cultivate, a strange beast roar rang out from the outer edge of the territory.

The sound was initially shrill, like a cat's meow.

But in an instant, the roar turned fierce and violent, carrying the intimidating aura of a large carnivore.

It was the howl of a ferocious leopard!

Unrest suddenly broke out outside the dragon's nest.

The kobold guards on duty rushed towards the fishing area, their formation in disarray, clearly a warning of an impending attack.

Winters frowned slightly; he disliked being disturbed.

Pleiades' magical power gathered at the dragon's eye, and with the dragon's innate perception and magical enhancement, it locked onto the aura of the approaching enemy.

It's that level six beast-transformed leopard!

At this moment, the beast-like leopard is tearing apart a wounded gnoll in the fishing area.

Damn it! How dare they kill my men!

Winters is angry.

He spread his dragon wings, preparing to take to the air and personally slay the beast-like leopard.

Suddenly, he turned his gaze to Walker, the devout gnoll inside the dragon's nest.

Winters blinked, another idea forming in his mind.

Fukuda is complete, but his loyalty and combat effectiveness have not been tested.

This is a perfect opportunity to test the waters with the beast-transformed leopard.

Even if Fukuda can't win, he can still wear him down before Fukuda can finish him off.

Winters immediately issued the following order:

"Walker, go and defeat the level six beast-transformed leopard!"