The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Attilan flew around the oak guardian three times, carefully admiring this treant whose combat power could rival a legendary druid, and comparing the differences between the oak guardian and the awakened treant.

Because treants are very important combat partners for druids, all awakened treants receive meticulous care from the druids. Before they awaken, the druids use their own methods to conceal the awakened treants' whereabouts.

The druids of the forest made it clear that they wouldn't play with him, a newbie who couldn't hide his druidic aura, so he could only judge the locations of the awakened treants in the forest through the natural energy flow he sensed during meditation.

"Little dragon, give me a couple of blasts of your lightning breath to try. I'm right here and not going anywhere. There's plenty of time for you to take your time. You're making me dizzy flying around like that."

The treant's muffled voice sounded like thunder, and the bear man laughed as he exposed the treant's past.

"He fought a wyvern when he was young. He couldn't hit it with his arm hammer, and he couldn't hit it with his rock throw. Instead, the wyvern flew around him, and its flame breath burned his back black. There are still marks there even now."

"After the lightning breath is done, use the Water of Life to treat him."

Before its death, the venomous wyvern unleashed a final venomous fire curse from its soul, leaving indelible damage on the back of the then-young treant.

This scar on his back has become the treant's weakness.

Since the Water of Life had created an unprecedented creeper sprout, the bear man believed that it would help dispel the wyvern's resentment.

Attilan was unaware of the arrangement in the forest. The vines that gave birth to the creeper sprout actually had a certain characteristic of accommodating negative energy. The natural energy cycle gathered the forest's negative energy in the vines, eventually giving birth to the creeper monster.

Then, the bear man or other druids would come forward to eliminate the creeper monster.

Attilan first flew to the treant's back and, sure enough, found a patch of bark that was darker in color than the surrounding area. He could faintly sense resentment, so he immediately pressed a Water of Life onto it.

"It's working!"

The bear man keenly sensed that the resentment had been weakened a little. It seemed that the Water of Life's effect was not just recovery, but also purification!

The mist of life released by the ocean dragon's breath would increase the vitality of life and purify negative energy, preventing life from being easily influenced and falling into chaos and evil.

"Master, why don't we try lightning breath? I think thunder has a better effect on removing resentment?"

The bear man frowned. Attilan's use of lightning breath to attack the treant's weakness wouldn't cause too much damage to the treant, so it was a good opportunity to test the effect of lightning breath on the treant all at once.

"Try the normal area first, then the area affected by resentment. What do you think, Grulu?"

"I have no problem, but can the little dragon's stamina support such a long test?"

Faced with the scrutinizing gazes of the bear and the treant, Attilan raised his head indignantly.

What are you saying! What are you saying! A mere few blasts of lightning breath can exhaust me?

A blast of lightning breath hit the treant's trunk, and the treant scratched it with his hand.

"It only tickles a little. Little dragon, put some strength into it. Your lightning didn't even penetrate my bark."

Attilan took a deep breath, and with the anger of being looked down upon, he spewed out the most powerful lightning breath of his life, finally causing the treant to let out a long groan.

"That tingly feeling is really comfortable."

The treant's perception ability was not as good as the druid's. The bear man was trying hard to sense the changes in the natural magic within the treant's body, but the treant was enjoying the rare tingling sensation.

"Attilan, do it again!"

Mobilizing the magic in his body, Attilan, who was seriously charging up, once again used the dazzling silver-white fierce lightning, and the treant's life magic and lightning collided, producing a weak reaction.

"Again!"

Using this kind of breath that exceeded the normal power of a hatchling dragon continuously, even if Attilan was still a druid, he felt that his recovery speed was almost unable to keep up.

Attilan decided to extend the charging time to give himself some time to recover his stamina and magic power. The bear man, who didn't see Attilan's breath after the charging time had passed, frowned and urged:

"Where's the breath?"

Because he wanted to control the influencing factors, the bear man wouldn't mobilize natural magic to help Attilan, and he guessed that only the ocean dragon's own power could bring about changes. External power would not help the experiment.

Besides, squeezing Attilan a little would also help the hatchling dragon grow.

Attilan still had a lot of potential in his body that hadn't been tapped, but Attilan blindly started pursuing familiars. The bear man hoped that today's experiment would make Attilan understand that power belongs to oneself in order to achieve great achievements.

The oak guardian was considered powerful in this forest, but in the entire continent, and even the entire plane, he was just a small character. Attilan couldn't even do anything to him, so he should understand his own insignificance.

Don't inappropriately pursue the establishment of an empire that belongs to you.

In short, the bear man was deliberately not helping and deliberately urged Attilan to speed up.

After waiting and charging for a period of time, the dragon could spew dragon breath, and there was no limit to the number of times. The dragon would bring extra consumption to speed up this process.

If Attilan could draw out his potential, this breath, which reached the power of a young dragon, could be used ten times a day without any problem.

After three dragon breaths fell, Attilan slowly landed on the ground, semi-meditating to mobilize the surrounding natural force to eliminate the fatigue of his body.

The stimulation brought to the treant's body by the three lightning dragon breaths was already so obvious that the treant himself noticed the change. He touched the part where the lightning hit.

"The natural magic seems to have been purified?"

"Again!"

Attilan braced himself and mobilized his magic power to speed up the recovery of his breath. After spewing lightning again, he could no longer hide his fatigue.

The lightning fell, and soon a sprout grew out.

"A sprout? What's the use of that?"

"Try irrigating the sprout with Water of Life to see if it can bring more changes to Grulu."

Attilan's body stiffened. In order to use dragon breath, his stamina and magic power had been exhausted, so where could he use Water of Life?

"This is your talent, the same as dragon breath. As long as you want to, you can use it without magic power."

Faced with the bear man's guidance, Attilan could only grit his teeth and try, but the speed of condensing Water of Life was very slow, and Attilan still unconsciously used magic power.

The bear man shook his head. Although Attilan didn't actively train, he would gradually master the ability to create the Sea of Life fifty years later when he entered his youth, but taking advantage of the fact that he was still in the sensitive period of awakening as a hatchling dragon, Attilan had the opportunity to raise the upper limit of this ability even higher.

Dragons who rely on bloodline passive growth cannot live to the ancient dragon stage. Gaeag's requirements for Attilan, his personal disciple, were very high.

One ball after another of Water of Life was irrigated to the sprout, finally allowing the sprout to grow into a small branch. Attilan's stamina, magic power, and energy had all reached their limit.

Attilan collapsed on the ground with a glazed look in his eyes. Now he really had nothing left. He couldn't lift his claws, and his tail no longer swayed.

"Stand up. Now is the critical moment to temper your will and break through your limits."

The bear man sternly issued instructions to Attilan. His limit in this life was to reach demigod of nature, but Attilan was different. The bear man believed that he should be able to go further.

The elemental dragon god had already fallen. As an ocean dragon among the elemental dragons, Attilan naturally had more possibilities than the chromatic and metallic dragons.

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