The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Attilan just felt like his days were too comfortable and wanted to find something exciting to do, like getting zapped by the bear-man's lightning.

Absorbing the power of faith to invigorate himself was something Attilan didn't dare to do, but getting zapped by the bear-man's lightning, he was sure, would energize him a lot.

"Since you've made up your mind, I won't try to dissuade you. I can't move right now, so just carry me to the Amethyst Mountain."

Strictly speaking, Old Prankster's problem stemmed from his desire to enhance the faith power content of the Soul-Soothing Buns, promoting the buns externally, and adding motivational slogans.

Because when the buns ferment, they need to add the old dough specially preserved from the last kneading, the better the quality of the old dough, the more delicious the buns will be.

Attilan had fooled everyone who loved fluffy, soft, and big white buns into believing that they must praise the buns before kneading and eating them.

Only then would the spirit of the bun contribute its power, and the bun would be as fluffy as a cloud.

Even some druids really believed that there was a bun spirit behind the buns, helping the dough ferment.

Fruit wine, soy sauce, and flour all need fermentation to be made. Attilan believed that if he continued down the path of fermented foods, he would one day become the god of food and fermentation.

"Old Prankster, this time it's my fault. When you recover… no, when you break through to the Legendary realm, I will definitely prepare thirty-six magical dishes for you as a celebration!"

Old Prankster laughed heartily.

"Then I can start looking forward to it. If you try to fool me with substandard products that have no magical content, I won't be as easy to talk to as Jaina."

"Where did I fool you? I really wanted to make a real feather robe for Jaina. Feather robe doesn't refer to the style of clothing; feather robe is a magical item from the Pandaren's homeland."

"It has super defensive power, even mortals can travel the astral plane wearing a feather robe, and even cast powerful magic."

Old Prankster's mouth twitched.

"According to you, wouldn't that feather robe only be made by gods? You can't make a real feather robe, aren't you still lying?"

Attilan replied with an embarrassed smile:

"A real feather robe is woven with starlight and clouds as threads. I can't turn starlight and clouds into threads, but I can use spiders that control the corresponding energy to spin silk."

"To weave a feather robe that belongs to me, Attilan!"

In fact, among the various spiders summoned by Evelynn, there are indeed a small number of wind-element spiders, but unfortunately, these wind-element spiders are at the edge of the Black Forest.

Whether it is the size of the spiders or the quality of the silk they spit out, they are not up to standard, and the wind elemental power contained is too little, weaving can't control the wind elements in the sky to achieve the flying effect.

To cultivate wind-element spiders to the point where the silk quality is qualified, Evelynn gave a time of ten years, and even then, the feather robe made may still need to be engraved with magic circles to achieve the flying effect.

The wind and thunder here are the most average, suitable for level 11 tiger-men to practice Wind-Thunder Wings.

Attilan is suitable for practicing on the west side where the fire and thunder are relatively stronger, tempering and purifying the natural magic and water elemental power in his body.

As for the bear-men and Blooddye, they are on the peak where the thunder is the purest and strongest.

In order to have a better cultivation effect, the bear-men used the amethyst unique to Amethyst Mountain to create a thunder pool that restricts thunder. The amethyst, which is naturally suitable for containing thunder energy, confines the thunder in the thunder pool.

The thunder pool is full of silvery-white water, which is liquefied pure thunder plasma. Except for the bear-men, no one can withstand the power of thunder plasma.

Even the bear-men must activate the Thunderous Roar form, otherwise his flesh and bones will be eroded and melted by the thunder plasma bit by bit.

Blooddye's purification project is to draw out the thunder plasma from the thunder pool. The bear-men act as resistors in the middle to adjust the intensity of the thunder plasma, so as not to kill Blooddye with thunder.

Last time Attilan didn't have the chance to come to the peak at all, so this was the first time he saw this thunder pool, and he swallowed non-stop in fright.

"My master won't let me go down for a bath, will he?"

Old Prankster said with a chuckle:

"You only know to be afraid now, it's too late!"

Attilan walked to the bear-man's side, standing respectfully, imagining himself as a wooden stake, motionless.

The bear-man just glanced at him faintly.

"You've been working hard in cultivation. What new tricks are you up to this time, actively coming to the mountain to find me?"

The bear-man knew his disciple too well, he was just someone who would not visit unless there was something important.

"It's a Dragon Pearl. I discovered that Elemental Dragons have the secret art of crafting Dragon Pearls, and to create a Sea Dragon Soul that's perfectly suited for an Ocean Sub-dragon, you only need a Life Energy Crystal and a Water Element Crystal."

"It just requires a high-intensity, high-quality power to purify the two crystals into equal and equivalent energy crystals and fuse them together."

Attilan smiled and moved closer to the Bearman.

"My Lightning Breath isn't powerful enough to temper the crystals to the point of creating a Dragon Pearl, and the two energy crystals must be completely identical, without the slightest difference."

"I can't do it, so I can only ask for your help, Master."

The Bearman calmly reached out and pushed Attilan's head away, while steadily transferring all the lightning into Bloodied without a single trace leaking onto Attilan.

"Dragon Pearl? That's indeed a good thing, but the question is, can you afford to nurture it?"

Even though the lightning purifying the power of death within his body caused Bloodied immense pain, he still gritted his teeth and asked.

"That's why Dragon Pearls are so great. If you invest extra materials into nurturing the Dragon Pearl, it can grow rapidly. If you don't invest materials, the Dragon Pearl can still function effectively."

"Anyway, with the Dragon Pearl, I can accelerate the absorption of energy to temper my body and magic power. Any energy that my body can't absorb can be given to the Dragon Pearl to absorb."

"The main thing is to not waste any energy."

Seeing Attilan's smug look, the Bearman's lips curled into a smile.

"I can help you after I deal with Old Prankster's problem, but once you start tempering the Dragon Pearl, you can't stop. I know the crystals you've prepared aren't worth mentioning."

"But it's your own decision, so you must persevere, no matter how painful it is."

Attilan's pupils shrank.

"I know!"

Brave Dragon, not afraid of difficulties!

Bloodied's daily purification was scheduled for a specific time, so Old Prankster didn't have to wait long. Before he could even mentally prepare himself, the Bearman pulled Old Prankster in front of him.

"Gai'o Gai, can you let me have some psychological preparation?"

The Bearman just smiled, placed his hands on Old Prankster's shoulders, and made him sit down.

"Take a deep breath. It's normal for it to hurt a little, but it'll be over quickly."

Then Attilan saw bright lightning flowing inside Old Prankster's body, like being struck by lightning in an anime. In the flickering silver lightning, Attilan could clearly see Old Prankster's bones.

"Hiss ~"

Attilan once again contributed to global warming. This scene was really too scary for a dragon.

Mastering the Five Thunders is indeed the supreme secret of the Life School. It's really too perverted. No wonder Old Prankster's expression just now was as if his wife had died.

When Attilan thought about how he would have to manipulate the thunderous plasma of the Thunder Pool and shock himself like that in the future, he understood why Life Mastery was designed to be so torturous for cultivators.

Life Mastery is a prerequisite skill for Mastering the Five Thunders, and the greatest use of Mastering the Five Thunders is actually what the Bearman is currently using on Old Prankster: refining the power of faith.

Gods ignite the divine fire to refine the power of faith, while Mastering the Five Thunders uses five extreme types of thunder like a millstone to grind the power of faith. Although the purity of the energy is still not comparable to divine power,

at least it eliminates the side effects of directly absorbing the power of faith.

After the electrotherapy ended, Old Prankster directly turned into a pile of charcoal, practically Attilan's most familiar acquaintance.

Earth, wind, water, and fire energies were drawn in by Old Prankster and injected into his charred body for treatment. Soon, Old Prankster shed the surface charcoal, revealing fair and firm skin.

The current Old Prankster has the appearance of an old immortal with white hair and a youthful face, just like the Antarctic Immortal Elder, especially since Old Prankster also has a wooden staff.

After dealing with Old Prankster, the Bearman clapped his hands and smiled like a butcher, looking at Attilan and saying:

"It's your turn."

"Master, how about... we rest for a bit?"

"No need. I can't wait to see my disciple refine the Dragon Pearl. Take out the materials."

As a dragon, Attilan naturally stored his materials in his stomach.

Spitting out two round energy crystals, the Bearman directly picked them up to appraise them.

"They're tainted with a lot of dragon aura. It seems you've been directly putting the energy crystals into your stomach to constantly purify them after you got the energy crystals and you thought of asking me for help when you couldn't purify them further, right?"

"That's right, Master is insightful!"

"The essence I refine will definitely be of a higher intensity than what you need. Are you sure you can withstand it?"

Attilan's eyes were resolute:

"Master, I'm prepared to sacrifice myself for the greater good!"

"With me here, you won't die. It's just that the pain before refining the Dragon Pearl will be stronger and the time will be longer. You be prepared, unless you also lose your mind like Old Prankster."

"Otherwise, I won't stop the process of refining the Dragon Pearl, understand?"

"Understood!"

Two round crystals rose into the sky, tempered by silver lightning. The crystals turned red like glass being fired, and their volume was constantly shrinking. In the end, the basketball-sized crystals were only left with the size of a tennis ball.

After the two tennis ball-sized crystal liquids fused, they were only left with the size of a billiard ball.

"It's your turn."

Attilan's job was to swallow this liquid energy into his stomach, and then endure the excruciating pain to refine the scorching energy into a crystal.

Attilan directly swallowed the energy liquid, feeling like he had swallowed a red-hot iron ball, directly burning his esophagus.

He was a water-based Ocean Sub-dragon, and it was the first time he had been burned!

The pain made his eyes bulge out.

Sure enough, Dragon Pearls aren't so easy to refine!

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