The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Attilan remembered Old Rascal saying that Bloodied had his hand bitten off by a Titan Black Crocodile. Now, he didn't notice any signs of flesh regeneration. It seemed Bloodied must have snatched his hand back from the Black Crocodile's mouth.

Even with only one hand, Bloodied could still defeat the Titan Black Crocodile and retrieve his hand intact. This master is truly a talent!

Attilan shifted his feet and moved closer to Old Rascal, quietly asking:

"Senior, what feud does this Bloodied have with my master?"

Old Rascal blinked.

"No feud, probably. It's just that they both liked Jaina when they were young, but Jaina didn't choose Bloodied, who was equally talented, and instead chose the mediocre Gai'oga."

"Do you think the proud and arrogant Bloodied would accept that? Especially since Gai'oga always acted like he wasn't proactive or rejecting. Who could stand that?"

Huh? Attilan always thought Bearman was a pure, innocent virgin, but with Old Rascal's description of 'not proactive, not rejecting,' he instantly felt that the old geezer had the potential to be a scumbag.

It's just that cultivating and mastering the Five Thunders does require maintaining a pure Yang body. This secret technique, passed down from the first generation Ocean Wyrm Ancestor, does indeed have the flavor of traditional Eastern boy's practice.

Attilan originally thought that the only transmigrator among the seniors was the Elemental Dragon God. Now, he feels that this Ocean Wyrm Ancestor is also very likely a transmigrator. Fortunately, he won't encounter either of them.

No need to worry about the problem of 'old friends meeting, shooting each other in the back.'

Wait a minute, he originally planned to use the Four Divine Mountains and Seas Eight Treasures Soul-Suppressing Bun to extract the secret techniques from Bloodied, this knowledgeable Druid master, but he and Old Geezer are love rivals, and he is Old Geezer's disciple.

Wouldn't that mean he's been working for nothing?

Wait a minute, he and Old Geezer are love rivals, and he looks down on Old Geezer. Couldn't he just use Bloodied's mentality to extract the secret techniques he needs?

He just needs to discuss it with Old Geezer beforehand, otherwise, he won't have a good time when Bloodied leaves.

Got it. After hundreds of years, this old Bloodied still can't forget about Vine Woman!

No way, Vine Woman is his master's wife. She can't be taken away by just anyone.

Attilan's eyes rolled around. When the half-goat man saw his expression, he subconsciously took two steps back. He knew too well what Attilan was planning to do when he showed that expression.

He didn't know who could make Little Dragon use the highest level of poisonous schemes to deal with them.

Without thinking, Bloodied is the only outsider present. If he doesn't deal with him, who else would he deal with?

Bloodied used charm magic to make him lose so much face. Mape was even willing to help Attilan devise and perfect poisonous schemes against Bloodied.

Since becoming friends with Attilan, Mape felt that his mind had also become smaller.

Attilan looked at the Bearman and One-Handed, who were releasing their auras and seemingly fighting with their eyes, and felt that scheming against One-Handed still needed to be considered in the long term.

This old thing looks like a cunning villain. To scheme against him, you must disrupt his thoughts and make him lose his normal thinking ability.

For example, letting Vine Woman make an appearance, just to stimulate the Bearman who only spoke the truth and didn't dare to adventure last time, and let Old Geezer also drop some heavy coin.

Plan complete!

At this moment, One-Handed suddenly took two steps back, covering his chest with his right hand, which hadn't been bitten off by the Titan Black Crocodile, and a trace of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Gai'oga, I didn't expect you to become so strong now."

Huh? ? ?

Attilan was stunned. Weren't Bearman and One-Handed just glaring at each other?

How could he suddenly be injured and coughing up blood?

Did they really exchange blows in a way he didn't know?

He ran to Old Rascal again.

"Senior, what just happened?"

"Emerald Dream. Just now, the two of them entered the Emerald Dream for a soul confrontation. Obviously, Gai'oga won. Everyone's speed of progress is getting slower and slower these years."

"On the contrary, Gai'oga, who initially had the slowest speed of improvement, is getting faster and faster."

Emerald Dream? Attilan remembered that he seemed to have entered it once during his first meditation. It seemed to be a sub-dimensional space filled with natural vitality and life force, a holy land for Druids.

But after that, he could never find a way to enter the Emerald Dream again during meditation.

He also asked Bearman, and Bearman's answer was that his foundation was not solid enough and he hadn't reached the standard for cultivating in the Emerald Dream.

If his realm reached the standard, the door to the Emerald Dream would naturally open for him. If he didn't meet the standard, entering the Emerald Dream wouldn't necessarily lead to improvement.

On the contrary, there was a risk of getting lost in the Emerald Dream.

"Senior, is there anything special about cultivating in the Emerald Dream?"

"The simplest thing is that the Emerald Dream is almost exactly the same as the world beneath our feet. You can safely try all kinds of spells you imagine, although you will still get hurt."

"But compared to experimenting here and getting blown up by your own spells, isn't it more worthwhile to experiment there? And the most important thing is that we are mortals."

"We can train our bodies, train our energy, train our spirits, but it's difficult for us to directly train our souls. We can only indirectly increase the power of our souls by training these things."

"But the Emerald Dream is different."

Attilan's eyes lit up immediately.

"The Emerald Dream can actually directly train the soul! Then who created this magical Emerald Dream, a natural god or a natural demigod?"

"No, one day the Emerald Dream appeared naturally. Many Grand Druids who were in meditation and dreaming were suddenly pulled in, and they all suspected that they had been hit by a Hell Lord's magic."

"But as they explored, they discovered that this was a Druid holy land shaped by natural magic. Here, their power grew faster than in the outside world, and they gained a deeper understanding of the natural truths hidden by the gods."

Old Rascal was very sentimental. In the first few hundred years after the Emerald Dream was discovered, several natural demigods appeared. Now it's not possible.

The originally pure Emerald Dream has been polluted by evil things. On the surface, it is said that Fallen Druids introduced the filthy power into the Emerald Dream, but as for the truth, let's just say that those who understand, understand.

Attilan asked curiously:

"Is there any soul-type Druid secret technique that can only be cultivated in the Emerald Dream to enhance the strength of the soul?"

"Rather than saying it's training the soul, it's more like we enter the Emerald Dream in a soul body, and the longer we stay in it, the greater the strength of the soul becomes."

"But now the Emerald Dream hides filth. If you get infected, you will lose the possibility of further advancement, so don't enter it rashly, otherwise it will be bad if you are led astray by someone with ulterior motives."

"With your potential, it's too early to enter the Emerald Dream now. Once you get contaminated, you won't have the ability to self-clean. Gai'oga is very strict, but he won't harm his disciple."

"Follow the path he has planned, and you won't suffer."

Attilan asked curiously:

"Senior, can you take me to the Emerald Dream to take a look?"

"No, when the improvement brought by the material world can drive the growth of the soul, it's best not to go to the Emerald Dream. It's a waste of your potential. Honestly, go to Amethyst Mountain and get struck by lightning."

"Pain will hone you and make your soul shine."

The corners of Attilan's mouth twitched. Is this why the souls of those heroes who have experienced suffering throughout their lives due to themselves or the mastermind behind the scenes turn golden and are fought over by gods and demons to enter the divine kingdom and hell after their tragic sacrifices?

In order to obtain powerful heroic souls, you should never doubt the tacit cooperation between gods and demons. Anyway, Attilan doesn't hesitate to speculate about people with the worst intentions.

The half-goat man didn't know when he had come to the two of them.

"They're done fighting. Shouldn't we carry out your plan?"

Old Rascal looked at Attilan in surprise.

"What bad idea do you have now, kid?"

Attilan smiled mysteriously.

"I have a plan that can make Old Bear and Aunt Jaina's love come back to life!"

Old Rascal followed Attilan's gaze and saw Bloodied.

"What do you want to do, kid? If they really start fighting, this forest won't be able to be saved!"

He only heard Bearman snort coldly.

"I don't know when the noble Bloodied has actually joined the School of Decay to do dirty work? Isn't it good to be a stable Elemental Druid master?"

Attilan became excited and said:

"Since I discovered that the power of the elements can't compare to the power of death no matter what, I decided to join the School of Decay to study how to use the death of living beings to obtain power."

As he said that, he shook the wooden staff in his hand.

"Look, how is my result?"

Bearman took a deep breath and said coldly:

"Bloodied, you are about to go astray."

Even though nothing could be seen on the wooden staff, Attilan keenly felt a chill down his back.

The half-goat man tiptoed backward.

Old Rascal's expression became serious.

"I didn't expect him to actually develop such a thing…"

What thing!? Continue talking!

Attilan could only stare intently at the wooden staff, trying to sense what it was. Finally, after a flash of inspiration, he closed his eyes. He finally saw an invisible blade!

A terrifying blade exuding death and termination. If you are killed by this Blade of Death, ordinary resurrection techniques will not work.

Because this Blade of Death does not imprison the souls of the dead, Bloodied is not yet completely fallen into the realm of evil Druids.

But the Blade of Death prohibits life. If the power of the resurrection technique cannot break through the blockade of the power of death on the body, the soul will have no way to return to the body and can only go to heaven or hell to report.

"What a terrifying weapon!"

Bloodied's hand holding the wooden staff turned white.

"Gai'oga, do you still remember how my hand was broken?"

Bearman looked at him indifferently.

"Why should I remember?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was wrong and they were about to fight, Attilan immediately activated the oil on the soles of his feet and said:

"Old Rascal, hold on first, I'll go to the Fairy Garden to invite Aunt Jaina!"