The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

After drinking his fill of water, Atilan simply found a tree by the shore to continue meditating and digesting the growth he had gained from the battle. Previously, he would meditate for two hours a day, and his body would feel full.

Today, it was as if his Ren and Du meridians had been opened. Even after absorbing natural energy for two hours, his dragon body was still not satisfied, and he felt he could absorb for another two hours.

When he became a Druid, he obtained four level 1 spell slots, while others only had two. He thought it was a special trait of dragons, but during meditation and cultivation, he gradually discovered the differences between himself and others.

Even for dragons, according to the Bearfolk, their meditation efficiency should decrease over time, but the longer he meditated, the more natural energy he drew in.

After meditating for two hours, the young dragon's fragile body could not withstand the vast natural energy approaching.

The Shambling Mound was in the place where he often meditated, helping him to share the natural energy. Because the vines were resistant to lightning, he used it to test the power changes of his lightning breath.

Sometimes, when the vines were severely burned by lightning, Atilan would give the vines a shot of Water of Life, and then this Shambling Mound was born unknowingly.

Atilan's abilities were far more wondrous than the Bearfolk had imagined.

Atilan did not know that shortly after the Bearfolk healed him and left, an unnoticed crow landed on a treetop not far from him, silently watching him meditate, and eventually followed him to the lakeside.

Witnessing his feat of drinking to satisfy his hunger, its scarlet eyes were filled with a smile.

Along with Atilan's breathing, wisps of life aura spread in the forest. When the warm sunlight shone on these life auras, a tiny Light Sprite was slowly born.

This was not the first Light Sprite created by the life aura exhaled by Atilan during meditation. These little people, shimmering with various colors, were a kind of not-so-intelligent fey creature.

They had four wings, not much bigger than dragonflies. When a group of Light Sprites gathered together, they seemed to share a brain and possessed decent intelligence.

As a Great Druid, the Bearfolk had naturally tried to nurture fey in this forest that he had cultivated bit by bit. These natural spirits were the best symbol of the forest's vitality.

In the end, he still failed. That's right, the Bearfolk had not even nurtured the simplest Light Sprite, let alone more special fey creatures such as Pixies and Sprites.

Of course, the Bearfolk, unwilling to give up, had also introduced many fey creatures from other forests and the Feywild, which could be considered a fulfillment of his regret.

After seeing Atilan's life breath for the first time, the Bearfolk had actually been studying how to exhale life aura in the same way.

He already had some clues. When he figured out the results, the Bearfolk's legendary level should be able to rise another level.

This ability to make flowers bloom and trees sprout with every breath should not have appeared on a young ocean dragon. Even the natural demigod that the Bearfolk pursued had roughly the same effect when breathing.

Could it be the excellent compatibility between ocean dragons and Druids, coupled with this kid's innate talent, that sublimated the sprouts of a weak natural divinity?

However, he did not seem to detect any divine-level pure energy in Atilan's body.

The more special Atilan's abilities were, the more the Bearfolk felt it was necessary for him to stay in the forest for a few more years. Here, he could also use the natural aura to cover up his unique aura.

Not to mention anything far away, if the dragon eight hundred miles away knew that there was an ocean dragon like Atilan, it was hard to guarantee that it would not have any ideas. Methods for seizing the power of gods to become gods existed, let alone seizing an ocean dragon.

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The Bearfolk knew that Atilan could not hide forever, but before he was exposed, he hoped that Atilan could have the power to protect himself.

Gae-Ohgai flapped his wings, feeling a surge of ambition. If he could understand the mysteries of nature and life related to Atilan, he might be able to achieve the natural demigod, and then he would have the power to protect his disciple.

Water of Life was to gather Atilan's talent and abilities into a stream of water that could restore vitality and mana, while life breath was to spread this power to form a field, indiscriminately promoting the life nurturing within the area.

Not only Light Sprites, but even that special Shambling Mound should also be a new species born under this life field. It could no longer be considered a Shambling Mound, but more appropriately called a Vine Sprite.

Atilan's life breath had already begun to affect this forest, but he, the initiator, was unaware of this.

When he first saw it, the Bearfolk did not tell Atilan, not wanting him to be proud and complacent. He, who had just stepped into the path of the Druid, was also not suitable for studying this ability that even legendary Druids could not understand very well.

If Atilan could feel the change himself, then the Bearfolk would not need to say anything. If he could not feel it, he would not understand even if he was told. True understanding does not need to be spoken.

Today, Atilan bravely fought Tyrell head-on. Gae-Ohgai felt it was necessary to praise him for his brave behavior. A dragon cannot only think about running away, but must take action when it is time to act!

One cannot only grow in body, but the mind must also be that of an adult.

Of course, the Bearfolk could be sure that Atilan was not like a child at all. He completely lacked the purity that a child should have, although this thing was originally rare on dragons.

Shaking his head, the Bearfolk stopped thinking about Atilan's mental problems, changed from a crow to a shark, and fell into the water, soon carrying a large bluefish ashore.

When Atilan opened his eyes, he saw the Bearfolk grilling fish in front of him.

In fact, without opening his eyes, he had already smelled the aroma of the big bluefish. The hateful master had been fanning the aroma towards him.

Fortunately, Atilan's concentration was strong enough, and he persisted until the meditation was over before coming over.

"Master, grilled fish?"

"Eat it, it's specially grilled for you, and the craftsmanship is no worse than Maypu's."

The master was suddenly so nice to him, and Atilan was really a little unaccustomed to it.

"This... is really for me?"

"Yes, not only because you let Tyrell vent the resentment in her heart, but also because you dared to launch an attack against an opponent stronger than you."

Atilan took a bite of the grilled fish and retorted unhappily:

"Master, what do you mean by stronger than me? You saw her performance today. Besides being able to randomly explode with energy, what else can she do?"

"Oh right, she can also talk big!"

The Bearfolk waved his hand to stop him from continuing.

"If I gave you a Shambling Mound, could you transform it into one like the one you had today?"

Atilan scratched his face awkwardly, hesitated for a moment, and then said with a straight face:

"Or... I can try?"

"Alright, since you have nurtured the first one, then you should have the ability to nurture the second one. If you can't do it, it means that you don't know enough about your own abilities and the characteristics of the Shambling Mound."

"As a Druid, do you think you are qualified?"

"Uh... Master, is there a possibility that I have only just become a Druid for ten days? And I have only been born for less than half a month? I'm still just a child~"

"Don't be glib, carefully consider which of your abilities shaped the Vine Sprite, and what effects each played in the nurturing process."

"Write it down on tree bark, no less than a thousand words, I'll check it tomorrow."