I became a dragon in hell.

Since we were born in hell, we should make good use of the resources there.

Hell lacks everything except evil spirits.

If one can truly create a Soul Banner, and continuously refine it, it might be able to be upgraded into a Myriad Soul Banner.

Destin picked up the stomach pouch containing the crystal threads and the blood crystal, and began digging a tunnel to find the tree roots he had eaten.

The tree roots he ate wouldn't take root in corpse monsters, rotting corpses, or any other random things. To ensure he ate safely, he once placed a rotting corpse that wanted to eat him next to one of those tree roots. After observing it for a while, he discovered that the tree roots would avoid the rotting corpse.

Destin conducted several more experiments, and the results were always the same, so he dared to use this tree root as food without hesitation.

There are many kinds of tree roots in the depths of hell. Except for the kind of tree root that can be eaten, the other tree roots are not edible because they are all ghost trees.

Diding dug straight for about twenty meters and found the kind of tree root he ate. This kind of tree root, which he used as food, is widely distributed in the underground of Hell.

Unless you're extremely unlucky, you can find it by digging around.

The tree root dug up this time was about the thickness of his thigh. As for the length... it was hard to judge, because there were roots as thick as a human arm growing out from the thickest root and spreading deep into the ground, as well as thin roots that spread upwards or horizontally.

Instead of immediately gnawing on the tree roots, Destin continued digging along the roots that were as thick as his thigh.

They dug for another two hundred meters or so, winding their way forward, but still hadn't reached the source of the tree roots.

Distin is not digging anymore.

Although it wasn't the first time he'd dug up these tree roots, he still found it absurd that he could never reach the end of the roots he'd dug up.

Even more bizarrely, there are tree roots underground in hell, but no lush trees on the surface.

Where did the tree roots originate from?

Deep in hell?

Or is it the center of hell?

With such dense tree roots, could there be a vibrant hellish forest park deep within hell, or even in the heart of hell?

Diding cut off the tree root, broke off a section of the root about eight or nine inches long with his dragon claw, and squatted on the ground, leaning against the dark red wall, gnawing on the root.

The tree root tastes ordinary, but once you eat it, you can clearly feel a mysterious energy nourishing your internal organs.

Anyway, after the dragon body is forged, eating a few of these tree roots will make his dragon body feel very comfortable, and the abnormality in his body will subside in a very short time.

Diding suspected that the energy of this tree root could heal the hidden wounds he sustained when he forged the dragon's body.

For example, right now, after gnawing on tree roots that are about four meters long, he felt slightly tired but suddenly felt energetic again.

After finishing the tree root he had broken off, Distin cleaned the soil off the remaining roots, put them on the ground, and got up to continue digging.

Instead of digging upwards, Destin chose to dig downwards.

The deeper you dig, the better things you're likely to find; of course, you might also find something very strange.

After digging down about thirty meters, Destin unearthed half a bone wing, about five meters long.

The bone wings are half white and half black.

It emits a faint power of light and darkness.

Diding took out a small piece of tree root, carefully picked up half of the bone wing and held it up to his eyes. He stared at it for a while and thought that the bone wing looked quite similar to the legendary demon wings.

Oh, it also looks a bit like the legendary angel wings.

However, mythical beings like angels and demons shouldn't die so easily.

Take this thing with you first. Once you're out there, see if you can graft it. If you can, you can graft this half of the bone wing onto his skeleton soldier.

There should be a pair of bone wings. Dig a little more and see if you can dig out the other half of the bone wing.

Distin was disappointed; he hadn't found the other half of the bone wing, but he had found half a longsword.

There were dark red bloodstains on the sword, and even after all this time, the bloodstains had not disappeared.

Diding waved the broken sword around haphazardly a few times, thinking that since it hadn't rusted into dust, it must be a treasure, so he took it with him.

"Childhood sweetheart, why do I feel like I'm picking up trash? Luckily you don't know anything, otherwise when I achieve success, you might say, 'I've seen him digging tunnels in hell, picking up trash, and gnawing on tree roots,' and don't blame me for killing you to silence you."

Oh no, it's about destroying evidence.

After chatting for a few minutes with his childhood sweetheart on his shoulder, Destin didn't continue digging but instead widened the tunnel a bit.

Seeing that he couldn't dig anything good around him, he cut off the tree roots that had spread down below, picked them up, put them on his body, and climbed up the tunnel.

The tree roots he dug up were enough to eat for a while; it was time for him to freefall from a height of one thousand meters.

Diding left the tunnel with the tree roots he had dug up, and this time he did not go looking for trouble with the Lich Lord Brann.

It's best to visit him every now and then. If you go too often, and that guy decides to attack him, his skeleton soldiers might die...

He was able to escape, but the skeleton soldiers who followed him certainly wouldn't.

The Lich King Brann has more skeletons than him, not to mention that guy likes to modify undead. If that old guy creates some kind of mutated undead, he will suffer heavy losses.

Climbing out of the tunnel, Destin entered the lava lake, revealing his dragon back and vertical pupils, and swam towards his territory.

Upon entering his territory, Diding handed the tree roots he had dug up to Caroline, Drake, and Thorne, and then took out a dozen blood crystals and threw them to the three of them, asking them to refine the blood crystals.

We can't give out too many Blood Crystals, or we might attract the Crimson Lord and it would be a loss.

He enjoys digging tunnels, but he doesn't like being forced to do so by a lord-level bone dragon.

After surveying the territory, I confirmed that there was nothing unusual within it.

Destin returned to the lava lake, lay on his back on the surface, and prepared to take a nap.

Before going to sleep, he separated a wisp of his dragon soul and entered the body of the multi-functional undead.

That way, when the White-Haired Princess brings his skeleton soldiers to the human world, he will be able to find them too.

Holding his childhood sweetheart to his chest, Diding gently patted her armor with his dragon claw and grinned, "Childhood sweetheart, I cherish you. When you open your eyes in the future, won't you cherish me too?"

After casually making a couple of jokes about the armored female corpse, Diding slowly closed his vertical pupils, letting his dragon body drift in the lava lake.

Not long after, Destin fell asleep and then he had a dream.

I dreamt of a female corpse dressed in a pure white robe, her hair disheveled, crawling out of the River Styx, grabbing his dragon claw, and pulling him toward the riverbank.

A thin mist appeared on the banks of the River Styx, and a blonde little girl in a silk nightgown walked barefoot along the riverbank, holding a rag doll.

"Save that child, send her back to where she belongs. This is not where she comes from. You tore my clothes and touched my feet. After you send her away, you will owe me nothing."