Red Dragon seeks his position in both realms.

The sky is high and the land is vast, the mountains are bright and the waters are beautiful.

A large flock of iron larks flew together in the sky, chirping softly as the sound echoed through the mountains and forests.

No birds dared to approach this airspace above the mountains and forests.

The flock of iron larks flew and frolicked without restraint, clearly dominating this airspace, with no other bird able to rival them.

Suddenly, a beam of crimson-gold light shot up from the sky, as fast as lightning, piercing the heavens.

Before the Iron Larks could react, the crimson-gold light rudely and unreasonably rushed into the flock.

Puff puff!! Puff puff!!

With dozens of loud thuds, the flock of iron lark was instantly smashed to pieces.

Broken feathers flew everywhere, and hundreds of bursts of blood mist erupted.

The once arrogant larks could no longer even utter a cry, and like kites crushed by a heavy object, they scattered helplessly in the forest below.

The moment the lark's carcass hit the ground, more than a dozen other bird species suddenly darted out of the forest. They pounced on the carcass and began to frantically peck at it, seemingly to vent their anger.

"Oh? I didn't notice just now. You'd better be more careful in your next life."

Winters glanced at the flock of larks he had smashed to pieces, then flapped his dragon wings and flew away.

He was indeed thinking about something and didn't notice the group of little ones.

Winters flew at extremely high speeds, was large in size, and had a high mass, thus possessing immense kinetic energy.

Encountering such a tiny creature, it would naturally shatter with a single blow.

This flight speed is not achieved by brute force alone; it is propelled by magic.

The dragon's body was extremely heavy; its flesh alone could not support its enormous size.

True dragons are magical creatures, possessing unimaginable and immense magical power within their bodies.

While flying, the magic within the body flows involuntarily, making the dragon's body light and the flight easy.

This is the true nature of dragon flight; the wings are primarily tools for adjusting direction and increasing speed.

If relying solely on the power of the dragon's wings, even if the dragon's wings were ten times stronger, it would not be able to leave the ground more than a hundred feet away.

As he flew, Wenders remembered the monk Wuchen from earlier and a hint of mockery crossed his face.

That monk Wuchen is quite interesting.

However, with a little trickery, he took the bait and gave away all his possessions.

Of course, this also stemmed from his deep respect for the authority of the elders.

Based on this incident, Winters made up his mind to disguise himself as a Buddhist elder in the cultivation world.

  

Firstly, Buddhism still wields considerable influence in this world, allowing them to leverage the power of the powerful.

Secondly, the unique nature of his own Golden Land allowed him to disguise himself as a Buddhist elder. Even the Buddhist disciple Wuchen did not notice anything amiss, so one can imagine how others did not.

Thinking of the treasures on Wuchen's body, Winters chuckled.

"These are all good things; it's a waste to leave them on him. They're only valuable to me, so it's a good use of them!"

Winters felt no remorse for it; as a red dragon, it was what he deserved.

The monk Wuchen lacked the wisdom and strength to preserve these treasures, so Heaven entrusted him with their safekeeping.

These things are now stored inside Winters's personal dragon scales.

A soul-suppressing bell from the [Witchcraft] lineage, a gold storage bracelet, a monk's robe, and a cultivation scripture for [Brahma Sound, Six Senses, and Multi-Hearing].

That storage bracelet is quite rare; even in Western fantasy, spatial equipment is considered a rare item.

He used to store valuables by swallowing them into his dragon stomach, but there was never such a convenient container. Now he would finally not have to use his enormous stomach to store things anymore.

The thought of Western fantasy made Wenders calm down again.

"Should we return directly to our territory, or stay here a little longer?"

Winters stopped flying and hovered in the air, flapping his dragon wings and deep in thought.

More importantly, this time, the sleep period inexplicably led to a direct transmigration to the world of cultivation, which is extremely abnormal.

We must figure out the reason. If we don't, during the next period of slumber, we might be transported directly into the alchemy furnace of some powerful cultivator in the cultivation world, becoming a dragon material delivered to our door.

"Perhaps it's due to my legendary dragon bloodline, the Rainbow Dragon. Let's see if there's any way to address this in a Western fantasy world."

After a moment's thought, Wenders suppressed the urge to return to Western fantasy.

After a moment of contemplation, he muttered to himself:

"Since I'm already here, I might as well make the best of it. Now that my strength has increased further, I can try to search for some treasures and cultivation techniques in this world of cultivation."

"When we return, it will have been a worthwhile trip."

As the saying goes, a thief never leaves empty-handed, and a dragon never leaves empty-handed.

It's also a good opportunity to explore the ins and outs of this world.

This time, the crossing point is different from the last time. Last time, the crossing was in Hunan, but according to the monk Wuchen, Winters' crossing point this time is in Sichuan, which is tens of thousands of miles away.

In addition, Winters didn't want to go home empty-handed, so this trip was destined to be long.

Ahem... that doesn't count as the 'offerings' from Monk Wuchen.

While flying, Winters' large stomach suddenly emitted a hollow sound.

He was hungry.

After a long seven-month slumber, all the nutrients in its body were used to nourish its dragon form and increase its cultivation, and now its stomach is completely empty.

When I first woke up, the hunger wasn't very noticeable, but now that I've been flying for a while, it feels much stronger.

He became very hungry.

Winters lowered his head slightly, his sharp gaze sweeping across the forests nestled among the towering mountains below.

They quickly located a black-bristled wild boar that was rooting in the soil and pecking at food in the forest.

The wild boar was quite large, estimated to weigh 400 pounds. Seeing its robust figure, Winters was reminded of the pig demon that had made him look so pathetic.

The dragon's face immediately darkened.

Of course, this wild boar was nothing compared to that boar demon. The boar demon was as big as an elephant.

Winters has always been petty and narrow-minded. He will remember that wild boar and seek revenge sooner or later.

Winters flapped its wings and was about to swoop down to catch the wild boar and fill its belly.

But as soon as he moved, he suddenly sensed something approaching.

Since falling into a deep sleep, his perception has been greatly enhanced, making him as sensitive as radar within a few miles, with nothing able to hide from him.

I could clearly sense a rapidly approaching demonic aura.

"monster?"

Winters stared intently at the direction from which the demonic energy was coming.

In just a few breaths, a small black dot shot out from the sky, moving at an extremely fast speed, and in an instant it approached Winters.

Winters's dragon eyes narrowed. It was a shiny black raven surrounded by a layer of white mist; it was a demon cultivator.

When the other party flew closer, Winters finally recognized who it was.

Isn't that Lord Crow?

Haven't seen you for months, and you've gotten this bad?

Crow looked extremely haggard at this moment.

His black feathers, which were originally glossy and shiny, were now dull and lifeless, with faint traces of blood; his left claw was missing a piece, clearly indicating that he was injured.

There are countless other scars elsewhere.

Crow King also saw Winters hovering in the air. He first showed surprise at Winters' huge dragon body, and then shifted his body, his aura surging, intending to take a detour.

He didn't recognize the enormous creature in front of him as Winters at all.

The last time I met it, the skink was only two meters long and looked like a large lizard.

The giant, crimson-gold creature before them was seven meters long and had a wingspan of twelve meters. Its scales shone with a golden-red hue, and its imposing presence was terrifying. It was clearly a powerful creature that was not to be trifled with.

Just as Crow Lord was about to escape using the [Wind Qi] sorcery, Winters' majestic voice rang out:

"Crow, why do you look so tired after just a few days?"

The crow paused, its flapping wings halting, and stared at Winters with a startled expression, seemingly searching its memory.

After a moment, Crow King still couldn't remember who it was and asked in confusion:

"Which winged race member are you? I don't think I've ever seen you before!"

Winters chuckled softly, a hint of mockery in his voice:

"You don't even recognize me? I'm the skink you used to talk about."

Last time you tried to scam me out of spiritual resources with the "Pleiades Method," but I exposed you and even gave me a second-grade Fire Virtue cultivation technique in return. Have you forgotten already?

Upon hearing this, the crow king's eyes darted around, and he suddenly realized:

"So it was you! Skink!"

Crow seemed surprised and curious, and was about to ask something, but Winters interrupted him:

"Aren't you in Hunan? How did you get to Sichuan? And judging from your appearance, what kind of injury did you suffer?"

Lord Crow blushed slightly, revealing an embarrassed expression, and cawed:

"Don't even mention it, I'm being hunted down right now by that stinky golden eagle and that stinky firebird."

They're right behind me! I have to run, I can't talk to you now!

After saying that, it was about to flap its wings and escape.

Winters spread his dragon wings and stopped Raven.