Chapter 487: Chapter 479: I’ve Come to Find You

Leon decided to visit Tiamat in Avernus, but he wasn’t planning to go immediately. It was known that Tiamat was not easy to deal with, so he had to make thorough preparations.

Since he wasn’t planning to upgrade the Volcanic Island from a Cave Heaven Blessed Land to a Heavenly Realm for the time being, the massive wealth he had accumulated could be used to purchase alchemy materials, refine Heavenly Immortal Pills, and further enhance his battle strength. Sometimes it’s just a little bit that makes the difference.

Fortunately, as he became stronger, his contacts also broadened. Bell was now his partner, and whether it was Vilakis or the Comet Prince, they had to win his favor. As long as he was willing to spend money, it was easy for him to buy alchemy materials from various planes; otherwise, the world couldn’t provide so much.

Moreover, although Dragon Armor wasn’t very useful in actual combat, its style was its biggest selling point, much like how Sun Wukong can’t be without his Phoenix Wing Purple Gold Crown, Golden Armor, and Lotus Silk Cloud Shoes despite his Vajra Body. Leon’s original Dragon Armor had long been outgrown due to his increase in size, so he had a new set made.

“You’re planning to go to Avernus?” Isily, who was originally responsible for Leon’s publicity work, had now become a princess, so Leon naturally wouldn’t hide his plans to visit Tiamat from her.

“Not now, I’ll wait until I’m prepared.” Leon said, thinking that refining Heavenly Immortal Pills takes time, and creating Dragon Armor takes even longer. “Why, is there a problem?”

Isily tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of sincerity, and said, “Well, since you don’t mind going to Avernus, I recommend that when you have time, you should visit Lord Bahamut.”

Leon quietly gazed at Isily, his eyes deep, not speaking but raising his eyebrows slightly, waiting for her to continue.

“You’re not an evil, brutal Red Dragon; it’s just that you’re a bit… selfish.” Isily took a deep breath, and if she weren’t Leon’s princess, she wouldn’t dare speak so easily. “For a Red Dragon to be like this, it’s quite remarkable. Lord Bahamut would be very pleased to see such a Red Dragon.”

“I know you won’t pledge allegiance to Lord Bahamut, and I don’t recommend you do so.”

Isily still considered Leon’s situation, saying, “As a Red Dragon, you don’t fit in with the Metal Dragons. If a Red Dragon like you allied with Lord Bahamut, all Colorful Dragons would see you as a traitor and that one in Avernus would view you as a thorn in their side, eager to eliminate you.”

“I just think that, as a special Red Dragon like you… your alignment is neutral. Meeting Lord Bahamut, listening to His words wouldn’t be wrong.” Isily’s eyes were full of anticipation.

Isily remembered something, waved her hand, and said, “You don’t need to worry.”

“Lord Bahamut is righteous and upright, intolerant of evil, and will not condone any offensive actions from evil creatures. Even so, He won’t kill those evil creatures but will transform them.” Isily nodded firmly. “He definitely won’t harm you.”

“On the contrary,” Isily paused, “He is always vigilant against that one in Avernus and might even help you avoid schemes and traps.”

Leon nodded thoughtfully, saying, “He resides on Heavenly Mountain… As a Red Dragon, how am I to go to Heavenly Mountain to visit Him.”

“You’re not evil, but neutral.” Isily’s eyes were bright, as a Silver Dragon, she would never become the mate of an evil creature; that was her belief. “Heavenly Mountain doesn’t exclude you.”

“Even if it did exclude you—” Isily, now a married woman yet still seemingly young, stuck her tongue out playfully, “it wouldn’t influence you at all.”

Compared to Tiamat, Leon preferred Bahamut because “a righteous person can be taken advantage of,” he said. “I can consider it… Anyway, I’m not planning on going to Avernus or Heavenly Mountain until I’m thoroughly prepared.”

Leon immersed himself in preparations, with time slipping by silently amidst his busy schedule. By the time everything was ready, several years had already passed.

During this period, various Gemstone Dragons visited Leon on Volcanic Island, but Leon himself was not a Ruby Dragon.

Sharon successfully transitioned into the youth stage, transforming from a Young Dragon to a juvenile dragon; her human form changed from a sweet young girl to an adorable maiden. As a Nether Dragon, her talent in Spells was unparalleled, beginning her study of Nine-Ring Magic, and she had recently learned Meteor Burst.

She loved Meteor Burst, summoning blazing flames from the sky to bombard the earth, and enjoyed all sorts of large-scale destructive Spells; she completely inherited Leon’s violent genes.

Sida and Tana also matured from baby dragons to Young Dragons. Although they couldn’t transform on their own, they could use Magic Items for transformation, changing into cute twins.

Under Cecilia’s careful guidance, they became adept at sweet talk, good at pleasing their elders, but unfortunately, besides getting a little pocket money from the generous Leon, all their other elders were stingy giant dragons: no money, offering only their lives.

They still liked mushrooms as usual. Besides cultivating mushrooms, they enjoyed controlling little mice with mycelium, like other Green Dragons animating up to three humanoid skeletons in their lairs as zombies, dreaming of cultivating mushroom people with mushrooms.

However, following Leon’s impatience, they wished their mushrooms would grow mature just by sprinkling some spores, first giving birth to some small mushroom people to cultivate the fungi, then growing into powerful mushroom people, who didn’t need any brains, just enough to charge with a cry of WAAAGH!, and the thought brought them joy.

Finally, Fiora was still the same, still not pregnant, striving to expand her influence throughout the Zhen Dan Kingdom. Frankly, her progress wasn’t going so well.

Leon had everything ready but hadn’t set off yet, having delayed for so long, he was in no hurry at all.

“Leon! Leon!” Isily suddenly came rushing to find him, “You should quickly visit Fiora’s temple.”

“What’s happened?” Leon casually glanced towards Watchtower Port, understanding at once, nodded and responded calmly, “I see.”

Leon soared through the clouds to Fiora’s temple, discovering it was empty. Fiora was speaking to a withered old mage wearing a faded robe, who had a canary perched on his shoulder, surrounded by six canaries flitting about, making seven in total.

“You’re here.” The old mage looked at Leon, a kind smile spreading across his face, “Nice to meet you, Sir Leon, my name is Fyzeben.”