Red Dragon seeks his position in both realms.

"Elder, the Ascetic of Light? What's he doing here?"

Winters didn't know many elderly humans, you could even say he only knew one, and that was the Lightbringer Eld.

What is he doing here?

Winters recalled Elder's demeanor two days ago after he took him away; it was clear he had something to say.

But he hesitated to speak.

"Let's go check it out first. After all, we're allies on this Abyss Rift issue; at least we won't be at their disadvantage."

Winters pondered for a moment, then without delay, spread his dragon wings and soared into the sky, soon hovering above the horizon.

It also activated the "Six Senses of Brahma Sound" technique that he had cultivated that night.

The dragon's ears on both sides were instantly filled with Sanskrit chants, which flowed and could be heard from within several miles.

Soon they found a steady, long human breathing sound coming from the direction of the planting area.

The breathing sound was different from the heavy panting of orcs and monsters; it was very regular and even.

It exudes a vigorous vitality.

  

Winters adjusted his dragon wings, and the crimson dragon shadow swooped down toward the planting area.

As soon as he landed in the field, Winters's dragon brows began to furrow.

A bald, elderly human dressed in a long white robe was seen squatting on the golden ground in his planting area.

It was Eld, the powerful Saint Realm expert.

Elder was half-squatting on the ground, pinching the plump ears of white jade grain with his right hand, and gently stroking his long white beard and chin with his left hand.

A pair of wise eyes carefully examined Baiyu Valley, marveling at it.

Clearly, they are very interested in this White Jade Valley.

The next moment, he put down the ears of white jade valley and pulled out a ginseng root covered in mud from the field next to him.

Elder first sniffed it, then, seemingly unconcerned about the dirt, took a bite of the ginseng covered in mud.

Not only did he not find it dirty, but he also chewed it carefully, half-closing his eyes, as if he were savoring the taste of ginseng from the mountains.

"It really is bright energy, and it tastes delicious!"

Elder chewed, praising himself inwardly.

Outside the planting area, the kobold and gnoll guards, led by Walker, stood at attention, holding various rudimentary weapons.

But when they saw this scene, they were all stunned.

What is this human doing? Is he eating the roots of the tree his owner planted?

In the simple understanding of monsters and the like, the crop that the human old man picked up looked like a tree root, smelled like a tree root, and tasted like a tree root.

Then it is a tree root.

As for why the master planted it, sorry, monsters don't have that many brains.

Walker was quite shrewd at this point; he wouldn't act against a stronger opponent he couldn't defeat without his master's order.

They led the guards to stay outside and not cause any trouble.

The minotaurs who were originally clearing land outside the planting area all put down their plows and harrows and watched the commotion from afar.

Winters felt a surge of anger rising within him as he watched Elder chewing so carelessly.

These spiritual grains and ginseng are no ordinary items; he obtained them from the cultivation world.

After being nourished by the golden soil and undergoing tremendous changes under the sun, each and every one of them has nurtured the essence of [Pleiades].

For every plant Winters consumes, he can condense a wisp of solar energy within his body, which is perfect for enhancing his cultivation and solidifying his foundation.

This is an important resource for his cultivation.

This Elder, without even a word of warning, came right up to the field and started eating his vital resources.

These are my resources!

My resources!!

"Hold on, he's still a Saint-level expert!"

Winters took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

After all, Elder was a genuine Saint-level powerhouse.

True dragons have always revered the strong, or rather, they revere those who are far stronger than themselves.

Those arrogant dragons who dared to challenge the sacred realm and legends in their infancy and adolescence have long since turned back into dragon eggs.

He suppressed his anger, raised his dragon wings, and landed steadily in front of Eld, staring at Eld with hostility through his golden vertical pupils.

Elder seemed to have anticipated Winters' arrival, and continued to chew the ginseng with his eyes closed.

The upper and lower jaws move continuously, making chewing sounds.

He even had an expression of enjoyment on his face.

He didn't keep Winters waiting long, opening his eyes to look at the red dragon before him, his voice filled with admiration and pleasure:

"Young dragon, what kind of magical plants are you growing in this field? They certainly taste delicious."

Winters did not answer his question, but instead sneered sarcastically:

"I don't know what it tastes like. All I know is that this thing that has been growing for so long hasn't even been eaten by its owner yet."

A thief showed up uninvited and stole food without the owner's permission. Isn't that thievery?

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Elder's face.

He had lived for nearly a hundred years. As a monk of the Church of Light, he always acted with integrity and strictly adhered to the precepts.

This was the first time in his life that he had taken someone else's things without their permission.

When he first arrived in this territory, he sensed the aura of light energy permeating the air, and following the aura, he found this farmland where light-based magical plants were grown.

Unable to resist, I reached out and picked some, then tasted it.

The burst of light energy from that mouth just now confirmed his conjecture about the Winters faith.

Two days earlier, when his apprentice Ella fought against this special red dragon, he had sensed the power of the Light Rule emanating from the dragon.

The power of the rules of light!

This is a power that points directly to the source of light.

Only the angels of the God of Light; the chosen people favored by God; the great patriarchs who hold great power in the church; or believers who hold sacred instruments of light can possess this power.

He had been practicing asceticism in the Church of Light for nearly a century and was extremely familiar with the power of this rule of light.

You absolutely can't go wrong!

The same thing happened that day. Apart from the fact that the red dragon was an ally of the Great Tree Sage, the sudden appearance of this luminous aura shocked him greatly.

How could a red dragon belonging to the evil faction possess the power of the rules of light?

He first ruled out all impossible options.

This young dragon is only at the ninth level of strength, so it is impossible for it to infiltrate the church's treasury and steal the holy artifacts.

It is even less likely that he is the Grand Patriarch of the Church of Light, or an angel beyond the legendary level.

Therefore, there is only one answer left.

This red dragon is also a believer of the God of Light, and a chosen one favored by God!

For the past two days, he had been trying to find out about the Red Dragon from the Great Tree Sage, but for some reason, the Great Tree Sage suddenly became like a real tree, remaining silent.

Eld waited patiently for two days, but still couldn't suppress his doubts, so he personally followed the red dragon's aura and came to its territory.

As soon as he entered this territory, he saw this land covered with magical plants that exude light energy.

This scene made Elder absolutely certain.

What else could a dragon be but a chosen one of the gods, capable of cultivating crops brimming with such luminous energy?

Thinking of this, Kaede's gaze towards Winters softened considerably.

He withdrew the oppressive aura and imposing presence of the Holy Domain, and spoke in his heart with a touch of intimacy:

"Brother (religious version), don't be angry."

"brother?"

Winters quickly realized the unusual nature of the word; it didn't refer to brothers in the blood sense.

Rather, in a religious context, it is an intimate term of address between believers of the same God.

Winters was clever; he quickly connected all the preceding information with a thought:

First, the demon in the ring initially mistook him for the golden dragon of the Church of Light; second, the wise man of the great tree sensed the aura of the laws of light emanating from him; third, Elder's hesitant expression last time...

As all the clues connected, Winters suddenly realized what was going on.

"So Elder mistook the Pleiades magic within me for the power of the God of Light!"

Winters then recalled the news he had received from the demon: the God of Light had sealed off his kingdom long ago and had long since disappeared without a trace.

It seems that pretending to be a believer in the light isn't out of the question.

The key is...

Would it be advantageous for me to pretend to be a believer in the light?

Winters pondered that if it was to his advantage, pretending to be a believer in the light wouldn't be out of the question.

Of course, it's all about feigning ignorance, acting ambiguous, and using one's status to gain personal benefits.

The God of Light has kept his divine kingdom sealed for so long, he probably won't suddenly appear.

"Let's try it first and see if there's any benefit. If not, then we can give up later."

Winters neither responded nor refuted, but simply raised his pointed chin, his face showing an angry expression.

"He really is my brother (religious version)!"

Seeing his expression, Elder assumed that Winters had tacitly agreed with him, and couldn't help but smile broadly.

What does it mean that a red dragon from the evil faction has come to worship the God of Light?