Red Dragon seeks his position in both realms.

The sounds of fighting between humans on the plain grew increasingly intense, while Winters had long since moved away from that place and hidden himself in a mountainside to observe the changes that had occurred after his period of slumber.

After a while of recovery, the magic power within him was temporarily able to allow him to travel through time.

"It can be considered a rebirth."

Winters looked at himself in the magic [mirror image] and was very satisfied.

Winters was pleasantly surprised by the transformation that occurred during this period of dormancy.

Winters in the magic trick [Mirror Image] looks completely different from before.

First is body shape.

Compared to his previous two-meter-long little form, he is now completely different.

The Winters Dragon is now seven meters long, with wingspans approaching twelve meters. Its limbs are thick and gnarled, and its tail is long and powerful. With just a gentle flick, it creates a whooshing sound as it cuts through the air.

Its claws have also changed from small chicken claws to true dragon claws, sharp and hard.

The dragon's scales, which had previously been a deep crimson and vermilion, had turned into a deep crimson and gilded gold, a fusion of fire and gold that gave it an air of nobility and majesty.

The biggest change is Winters' head. He has finally slimmed down from his previous big-headed doll look to a pointed chin with sharp angles, making him look dashing.

The dragon horns also changed considerably, gradually turning golden from the base, while the crimson at the tips was even more intense, giving them a cold and noble appearance.

It is important to know that dragon horns are an important standard for judging appearance among dragons. The more unique, beautiful and powerful the dragon horns are, the more attractive they are to the opposite sex.

Winters spun around in front of the mirror for a long time, becoming more and more delighted. It had finally shed the image of a baby dragon with a big head and was beginning to resemble a real dragon.

After praising his appearance, he began to examine his own cultivation level.

This internal examination brought a mixture of surprise and doubt!

"I can't believe my life level has actually reached level nine!"

This advancement result was almost identical to his prediction before his dormancy period. Before his dormancy, his level six was far superior to that of a level four red dragon of the same age, so he would inevitably advance to a higher level than a typical fledgling dragon after his dormancy period.

At the time, the estimate was between level eight and level nine.

This time, the dragon jumped directly from level six to level nine during its slumber. Such a growth rate would be impossible for any normal red dragon.

  

If someone of his kind were to encounter him in this form and with this aura, they would most likely assume that he is a rare mutated dragon.

According to the growth pattern of red dragons, most of the ordinary hatchlings can reach level seven after one dormant period; after the second dormant period, they enter adolescence and reach level twelve.

After the third dormancy period, they reach adulthood and can reach level sixteen. After the fourth dormancy period, they enter adulthood and their strength is between level eighteen and nineteen.

Only by reaching the Old Dragon stage during the fifth slumber period can one break through the level 20 barrier and become a legend.

He is now far superior to other true dragons of the same age, even surpassing the most prestigious gold dragons among metal dragons.

"Not only has my life level improved, but my realm of the Purple Mansion Golden Core has also advanced. This is truly incredible."

Winters's crimson-gold eyes lit up slightly.

When he looked inward, he not only sensed that his life level had increased to level nine, but also that his cultivation in the Purple Mansion Golden Core Dao had increased from the second level of Fetal Breathing to the fourth level!

He had just broken through to the second level of fetal breathing before falling into a deep sleep, and during that period of slumber, he crossed two minor realms.

Winters' mind raced, somewhat confused about the key point.

Logically, the transformation of the dragon race during its slumber should not lead to the advancement of cultivation techniques, since the two are completely different systems.

At this moment, his dantian and meridians were filled with the power of the Pleiades, his meridians were wide and strong, and his control over the power of magic was obviously better. According to the standard of the Pleiades Method, he was indeed in the fourth level of fetal breathing.

"Could it be that each subsequent period of slumber will allow my life level and cultivation realm to break through simultaneously?"

Winters couldn't help but think that if that were the case, he could benefit twice over during each subsequent period of slumber.

As he was pondering this, a familiar connection emerged, sending out two strands of solar energy that merged into his body.

This familiar connection is to the two golden lands he refined.

Winters' consciousness entered the golden land and could clearly perceive the two golden lands. With just a thought, he could open the portal.

However, those two golden sites were quite small, and relative to his current enormous size, he would probably need to use some transformation magic to enter them.

Meanwhile, within the golden land, two strands of constantly flowing solar energy were continuously flowing into his body through that invisible connection, nourishing his dragon form.

"It's a tax for cultivating immortality."

Winters understood; it was the one-tenth of the cultivation tax that Walker and Kru paid.

His previous slight doubts were also resolved; he could roughly sense that this period of hibernation had lasted about seven months.

For the past seven months, Kru and Walker have been cultivating day and night, continuously providing him with their cultivation. Combined with the transformation he underwent during his slumber, this propelled his Purple Mansion Golden Core Dao to break through two levels in one go.

In the world of cultivation, he can also receive the cultivation tax from the Western Fantasy World, which is really good.

After figuring things out, Winters was in a great mood and felt relieved about how he had involuntarily transmigrated to this cultivation world during his slumber.

He withdrew his introspective gaze and began to scan the vast plain before him once more.

The battle between the three mortal factions on the plains is nearing its end.

The mortal forces dressed in red have won the victory, and the victors are now hunting down and slaughtering the last remaining elderly, women, and children from the other two sides.

The cries of agony before death and the screams of desperation rose and fell.

Winters watched silently, feeling that the joys and sorrows of humans and dragons were not the same.

Just then, the two voice transmissions, imbued with faint magical power, reappeared.

"Brother Xu, we've killed almost all the mortals down there. Let's hurry and collect their blood essence."

The gruff-voiced cultivator surnamed Ye urged them on.

The middle-aged cultivator surnamed Xu sighed, his tone filled with pain:

"Alright, hurry up and collect the blood energy. I still need to go back to my mountain sanctuary to capture some more people to make up the numbers."

Their words were full of contempt for mortal life, as if the creatures fighting on the plains were not mortals, but spiritual materials for them to gather.

Winters listened without showing any change in expression.

He is a red dragon; meddling in other people's business is not his style, and he respects the fate of others.

Of course, if it's beneficial, he can intervene.

Right now, his most important task is to find a safe place, accumulate enough magic power, and quickly teleport back to the Western Fantasy Territory.

Winters didn't want to get involved, but someone else did.

Just as the two cultivators stood up, preparing to slaughter the defeated army and collect their blood essence, a clear symbol resounded throughout the plain.

"Amitabha Buddha, what a sin! What a sin!"

A young monk with his eyes closed inexplicably descended from the sky.

The monks were of ordinary appearance and wore Haiqing monk robes.

Upon seeing the descending monk, the mortals who had been fighting on the plains all dropped their weapons, knelt down, clasped their hands together, and looked at the descending monk with piety.

The young monk's voice was slightly ethereal and clear. After reciting his transgressions, a stern question followed:

"How could you two immortals be so cruel? You actually led mortals to fight each other and then collected their blood essence. It's truly inhumane!"

If this is the case, how can one attain immortality and seek the Dao? They deserve punishment! They deserve punishment!

This time, the voice wasn't as clear and bright; instead, it gradually grew colder with each word.

It was especially sharp when it came to the word "punishment".

The two cultivators who were about to collect the blood essence suddenly changed their expressions and exclaimed in unison:

"Oh no! Those bald monks from the Buddhist sect are here! Get out of here!"

The two emerged from their respective hiding places on the mountainside. The cultivator surnamed Ye took out a wind escape talisman and affixed it to his body before rapidly fleeing westward.

The cultivator surnamed Xu took out a red pill and fed it to himself. His eyes immediately became bloodshot, and he ran eastward with all his might.

But the monk seemed to have been prepared, and slowly took out an antique bronze bell from his robes and began to shake it.

Ding! Ding ding!

After the three rings of the bell, the two cultivators who were still fleeing stopped instantly.

The two men froze, standing motionless like statues, their eyes becoming vacant.

"Alas, what's the point! What's inevitable is inevitable!"

The monk with his eyes closed sighed softly and walked barefoot toward the two cultivators.

Winters's eyes narrowed as he witnessed all this. What kind of magical artifact was this? It could actually freeze people in place just by shaking a bell.

After taking three steps, the monk with his eyes closed suddenly stopped.

He turned his head directly towards the location where Winters was hiding, a mocking smile on his face, and said lightly:

"There's another immortal here! This immortal stood by and did not help, he should be punished too, come out at once!"

Winters: "?"

But after the monk with his eyes closed finished speaking, he suddenly pressed his left ear to the ground, as if he were listening carefully to something.

A moment later, he stood up, his tone suddenly becoming unusually respectful and gentle:

"So it is the elder here. I was very rude."

After saying this, he respectfully performed a Buddhist salute in the direction of Winters.

Winters: "?!"