Red Dragon seeks his position in both realms.

In the dense forest, Winters controlled the golden eagle, moving left and right at an extremely fast speed, sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes left, sometimes right.

It is like a graceful flying dancer, dancing swiftly through the forest.

This is the result of Winters' many years of flying experience.

In the Western fantasy world, Winters was hunted down by goblins as soon as he hatched.

If he hadn't managed to take off despite the dire situation, he would have been captured by goblins and made into soup long ago.

This experience became a valuable lesson for him, leading him to hunt goblins whenever he had the chance.

"What's wrong with this demonic bird? How did it break my golden threads just now? It's truly bizarre."

My Golden Silk Spell is a Metal Virtue Spell, so in theory, Wind Qi shouldn't be able to counter it.

Could it be that he possesses some special talent or magical artifact?

The old man, who was using the golden disc artifact to fly and pursue the eagle, was quite puzzled and stared intently at the golden eagle's figure moving horizontally in front of him.

Ahead, Winters, who was controlling the golden eagle, had already separated half of his consciousness to try to control the red dragon's main body.

"You're a skink, aren't you?"

Crow King, who was being held in flight by the golden eagle's large claws, suddenly spoke. He stared at the golden eagle's eyes, which had turned into vertical golden pupils, and asked a question.

He had been rescued by the golden eagle and then carried out of the dense forest; he hadn't even had time to react.

Now, looking at those golden, vertical pupils that were exactly the same as those of the stone dragon, he suddenly realized.

"I don't have time for you. If you can move on your own, get down now."

Winters' mind was elsewhere, and he only gave a brief response to Raven's question.

"No, no, it's safer to stay with you. I'll just let you hold me like this."

Crow King quickly refused, and once he confirmed that the golden eagle's consciousness had been replaced by a demon, he felt at ease.

He had developed a deep dependence on the skink and believed in its strength and wisdom.

After a considerable period of pursuit, the golden eagle's spiritual energy began to wane, and Winters' consciousness finally returned.

The golden eagle's pupils changed from those fierce, golden vertical pupils back to their normal brownish-black, indicating that Winters' consciousness had returned to its original form.

Because it happened so suddenly, the golden eagle of Futian hadn't had time to react and was stunned for a moment.

The golden eagle's entire body, along with the crow it was holding, plummeted forward like an arrow.

"A good opportunity, this bird demon is giving it its all."

The old man behind judged that this was caused by the golden eagle exhausting its spiritual power and strength.

  

He immediately increased the speed of the flying golden disc and caught up with it.

At the same time, the old man's hands changed, and he fired several three-inch golden threads to lock onto the golden eagle and the crow king.

But just then, the old man inexplicably felt a chill down his spine and sensed danger.

Years of combat experience allowed him to react instantly; he stopped the golden thread spell he was casting and abandoned the golden disc artifact beneath his feet.

Without hesitation, he leaped to the left, rolled onto the ground, and bounced up several times to dodge.

Sure enough, almost the instant he fled, his golden disc artifact was engulfed by a golden pillar of fire.

The pillar of fire is terrifyingly powerful and covers an extremely wide area.

The golden disc artifact didn't even last a second before shattering and exploding upon impact.

"Who?"

The old man roared angrily, for if he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been struck by that pillar of fire.

Although cultivators at the Qi Condensation Realm are different from ordinary people, they can fly using magical artifacts and learn many spells.

He lived to be three Jiazi (180 years), but his body was still mostly flesh and blood and could not withstand this terrifying blow.

His response was yet another pillar of fire.

"boom!"

This time, the old man was prepared. He patted his chest, and a golden talisman appeared there, emitting several earth-colored halos that covered him.

The earth-colored halo steadily blocked the pillar of fire.

The old man's thoughts raced:

"Where did this fire magic come from? Could it be that, as the crow said, he is a member of some demon race?"

This power should not be underestimated; it is at least at the mid-stage of the Qi Refining Realm.

I'll test the waters first. If he truly is a member of the demon race, then I'll make further plans. I must never offend a demon.

The old man didn't remove the yellowish-brown aura; instead, he used amplification magic within it and proclaimed loudly:

"May I ask which fellow Daoist has interfered? Please come out and show yourself. I have no ill intentions toward those young friends, the Golden Eagle and the Crow. I hope you will not misunderstand and will be more forgiving."

The sound echoed through the woods amplified by the loudspeaker, but no one responded for a long time.

After a long time, it was still the same. The old man couldn't contain himself any longer and picked up another talisman, ready to activate it at any moment.

The old man slowly withdrew the yellowish-brown halo and looked around; all was silent.

Where are the golden eagle, the crow king, and the mysterious fire-evil enemy now?

"They slipped away?"

The old man asked, puzzled.

.........

the other side.

"Gaga, Stone Dragon, thanks to you, I was almost caught by that damned old human and sold as a spirit animal in the market."

Your men are no better; they'll be slaughtered like livestock.

The freed crow joyfully circled and danced around the skink's body.

"It's alright, but you should be more careful next time. I was lucky this time because I happened to see it and saved you. You never know what might happen next time."

Winters frowned.

"Alas, there's a saying among humans: 'A person is cheap when away from home.' We demons are the same; when we go to other places, we are easily bullied."

Lord Crow sighed and said helplessly:

"Alright, cheer up, you guys hurry up and head to that market. If there are any problems, have the golden eagle contact me."

After Winters finished speaking, he spread his dragon wings and flew away.

He couldn't stay here any longer; who knew when those Taiyin cultivators would come looking for trouble?

Honestly, this is far too unsafe.

Is there any kind of precognitive magic or divination that can foresee danger in advance?

In this way, we can anticipate dangers and prepare accordingly.

Winters pondered, searching through various sources of knowledge from both the Western fantasy world and the cultivation world.

"To foresee the future and avoid disaster, I remember that a certain type of mage in the Western fantasy world can do this. They are the prophetic mages, one of the five major schools of magic."

I can search for relevant information when I get back.

Winters set his sights on the goal, and then thought of the cultivation world.

"There must be a cultivation world here, otherwise Taiyin wouldn't have been able to find my trail."

Let me think about it. The "illusory sun" within the sun seems to possess this ability, capable of observing the order of time, discerning rise and fall, and knowing the waxing and waning of heaven and earth.

Furthermore, one can also observe celestial phenomena, predict good or bad fortune, and foresee blessings and misfortunes through the "Starry Sun" method.

"Hiss! There are two paths in the sun that can be deduced, and my technique happens to lie outside of these two paths."

Winters couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

"Never mind, let's go home first. I spat out three breaths of dragon's breath today, I'm starving, let's eat first."

Winters's dragon shadow vanished into the sky the next moment.

.........

Emerald Valley Territory.

The newly arrived Minotaur people are clearing land and creating farmland along the edge of the planting area.

Due to an increase in newborns and new arrivals in the territory, food supplies are becoming insufficient.

Although the six granaries contained a large amount of grain reserves, enough to last for a long time, the head steward, Kru, still ordered his men to cultivate the land for unforeseen circumstances.

A strong, young minotaur was pulling a plow, laboriously ploughing the land, while an old minotaur was supporting him from behind.

The two minotaurs laboriously plowed the land, loosening and deepening the soil.

After plowing for most of the day, it was finally time to rest.

The father and son silently went to the foreman to get a ladle of water, then returned to their assigned area, sat down to rest, and drank the water without saying a word.

The sound of gulping water filled the air.

"Father, do you think we'll have enough to eat?"

The young, strong bull-headed man looked at the fields he had plowed with his own hands and asked.

He hadn't had a proper meal in a long time. Under the previous orc lord, they were given only the bare minimum of food to barely fill their stomachs, while being forced to do heavy work digging stones.

"I don't know, child, I don't know either."

The old minotaur paused for a moment before speaking.

"Father, I heard that Chief Steward Nakru said that one-tenth of the harvest from each field belongs to us."

The young and strong minotaur couldn't help but speak up, saying that he had heard it from other minotaurs this morning while they were preaching.

"Child, don't believe what those important people say; their words are unreliable."

The old minotaur shook his head, which had lost one horn, and sighed.

He's seen too many of these kinds of things; they start by promising you something for nothing.

And then, that was it.

These important figures are often like this; his life experience has taught him not to believe any promises or guarantees from important figures.

Just stay alive; don't try to climb higher or ask for anything more.

Just being alive is enough.

Just then, a huge red figure appeared in the sky and swooped down.

A cheer erupted across the territory; their red dragon lord had arrived.

"Father, at least we won't be attacked by monsters anymore, and other orcs won't bully us anymore."

The young tauren pointed excitedly at the enormous figure in the sky.

The old minotaur looked at the dragon shadow hovering in the sky and thought to himself.

I hope so.