The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Although he didn't understand who White Deer and the Old Rascal were talking about in their mysterious way, Artlan was certain that this person must be a big shot and was seriously injured.

If you ask Artlan how he knew, it was naturally because of the power of creation. The function of the power of creation is to heal and repair. All those who need the power of creation to heal have big problems.

Artlan wasn't afraid of being used. Everyone was a druid of the Council of Nature. Even if his master was exiled to the frontier, with the bear-man around, he wouldn't be allowed to suffer.

If the Council of Nature didn't provide resources, Artlan would have to wait to give birth to the power of creation in his dragon body!

Waiting until he was old enough, at least in his prime, to give birth to a small amount of the power of creation. As for healing this quasi-divine druid, it would take at least an ancient dragon, if not an ancient dragon, to even attempt it.

With Artlan's current small body, even if he was drained dry, he wouldn't be able to heal a quasi-god.

"The council provides resources to support Artlan's growth. He condenses the energy crystal of the power of creation and hands it over to the council. Even if it can't heal that person, at least his injuries won't continue to worsen."

White Deer nodded thoughtfully.

"I think it's feasible. Artlan's talent is not bad in itself. As long as his loyalty is verified, it's not impossible for him to be listed as a holy son, or even a divine son."

Loyalty? Artlan showed a confident smile. Who doesn't know that he is the most loyal? As long as he gets enough benefits, he wouldn't mind going through fire and water for the Council of Nature.

"I have brought some magical medicines and materials to assist in cultivation. If you can condense a trace of the power of creation before the resources I brought are exhausted."

"Then I will report to the council and promote your power of creation cultivation plan. But you also know that even if those resources are given to you to transform into the power of creation, you will have to hand over seventy to eighty percent."

"Are you really willing?"

"I am willing!"

As long as he fiddles with it, it's impossible for him to fiddle with it for nothing. Even if pork passes through his hands, it will leave a handful of oil. If you want the power of creation, you must take out the resources needed to support at least a challenge level 18 dragon body.

Now his dragon body is still a little short of challenge level 8. After getting the resources, even if he hands over 80% of the transformed power of creation, there will definitely be a lot of resources used to nourish his dragon body in the process of transformation.

Adding in the remaining power of creation, Artlan estimated that he could get 30% of the benefits. It really lived up to the saying that you have to watch other people's faces to get 30%.

If this batch of resources is voluntarily donated by the druids under the council's call, then it will be even more interesting.

But looking at the Old Rascal and White Deer's secretive appearance, a call for donations probably won't happen.

"That's it then. I'm going to eat cake too. I just ate a small piece. The taste is really good. There have been some changes compared to before. How did you do it?"

"This is not my credit. The cake is delicious thanks to the acorns cultivated by Old Treehead. If White Deer's method of nourishing Old Treehead and upgrading it had been successful earlier, there would have been even more changes."

White Deer scratched her head slightly unhappily.

"The Ancient Tree of Life is indeed a little more difficult than I thought. If it's just relying on high-purity energy to nourish the tree body to advance, then it's too lacking in technical content. I'm not willing to do that."

"Don't worry, I won't leave until I can figure out a solution!"

Artlan rolled his eyes. What do you mean you won't leave until you solve the problem? I think you just want to find an excuse to stay and eat and drink for free. Even if you are White Deer, I won't allow it!

But what he said was:

"Don't worry, White Deer, if you like to eat, stay and eat as much as you want. The forest is rich in resources. It can't be ruined by you."

Through White Deer's efforts this month, he has also figured it out. This Ancient Tree of Life is completely built with resources. The more resources there are, the more and farther the roots of the Ancient Tree of Life spread underground.

The efficiency of gathering various energies and transforming them into natural energy is higher. White Deer's talent and intelligence are naturally rare even if several material worlds are added together, but her various methods have indeed made Old Treehead's cultivation faster.

If Artlan's life water plus life thunder has an improvement effect of about 0.00132, then according to the three methods proposed by White Deer, the improvement is about 0.00084.

The method is very cumbersome. Old Treehead can hardly play it. If he skillfully applies the secret technique, the effect should be doubled.

But with the time to familiarize himself with the secret technique in the past few years, Old Treehead might as well nurture a few more acorns for Artlan to eat. According to Artlan's estimation, the promotion effect after his strength increases in the same time should be at 0.003, which is better than 0.0016.

Of course, Artlan's assistance can only increase Old Treehead's cultivation, while White Deer's secret technique can not only increase cultivation after cultivation, but also increase combat power. From a long-term perspective, White Deer's method is definitely more valuable.

But with just three secret techniques, Old Treehead felt that he was about to collapse. Obviously, he was a dull tree person. He didn't know why, but practicing White Deer's secret technique made him feel more painful than being cut with an axe.

Except for being burned by the dragon breath of the Flame Dragon, when has he ever suffered this kind of crime?

Artlan also didn't expect that the tree people's ability to withstand pain was not as good as that of these animals.

"Getting involved with that person, I don't know if it's good or bad for you. You can decide when this matter starts, but you can't decide when it ends."

Artlan smiled slightly.

"You also said that I can get a lot of benefits from this matter. Isn't that enough?"

The Old Rascal's eyes were very complicated.

"For her sake, I choose to help you. I always feel like I'm dizzy. Can your power of creation help me save her?"

Artlan shrugged and said:

"When I have the ability to save her, it will have been thousands of years since she died. It is said that only the God of Time can do this. You said it yourself, which of my abilities is related to time?"

"Instead of pinning your hopes on me, you might as well go to the Astral Realm and see if you can find an Ancient Time Dragon. Even if it's not a god, the Ancient Time Dragon's ability can cross the river of time."

"Save your sweetheart."

Just because Artlan drew a vague pie for the Old Rascal, the Old Rascal decided to invest in him with all his strength. Heaven pity me, Artlan originally only intended to activate the Old Rascal's will to survive.

He really didn't mean to bewitch the Old Rascal to mess around. He felt that the situation was gradually out of control. According to the current direction, he felt that the Old Rascal had the possibility of falling into a great demon king, and it was not small.

The bear-man is meticulous and will definitely find that the Old Rascal's mental state is wrong after he comes back. Moreover, Artlan doesn't dare to hide such a big thing. Maybe it's related to the power of faith of the God of Gourmet that he let the Old Rascal eat turned into food.

If the Old Rascal becomes mentally ill, only Vine Woman can cure him. Vine Woman, who is proficient in fairy magic, is good at treating mental problems, but unfortunately Lulu doesn't know where she's run off to again.

Otherwise, she could also stabilize the Old Rascal's emotions a little.

It is estimated that Lulu has returned to the Fairy Wilderness again. Although she has joined the Council of Nature, Lulu still can't forget the Fairy Queen's kindness. She still harbors the idea of restoring order against Oberon, a usurping traitor.

But Oberon is a legendary mage, even a quasi-god. Lulu, a druid who isn't even a legend, will only find death if she goes.

The most likely way is to awaken the Fairy Queen and let her come forward in person. As long as Titania shows up, without saying a word, Oberon will obediently hand over the power.

Titania is not dead yet, otherwise, the Fairy Wilderness would have already undergone a world-shaking change, informing all the fairies in the Fairy Wilderness that the Fairy Queen has fallen.

The problem is that no one knows where Titania is sleeping. Lulu and Mushroom Head's plan to go back this time is to gather companions and find out where the Queen is sleeping.

"The boat will right itself when it reaches the pier. Old Rascal, don't worry. Who do you think I am? I won't let myself suffer."

"Once this matter starts, it will inevitably leave traces. In the past, everyone thought he was beyond saving, and staying would only consume the resources of the Council of Nature."

"So he can live. If they knew there was some way to cure him, do you think it would be easier to kill him, or to destroy the means to cure him?"

Attilan's face suddenly changed, and he felt his legs were a little shaky.

"Don't scare me, I've been timid since I was born."

The Old Rascal said indifferently:

"You should be able to feel that the White Deer's evaluation of you has suddenly increased a lot. The reason is the fearless spirit you have shown. The most important thing to become a Holy Son and a God Son is to be unafraid of death."

"In the Council of Nature, no matter what position you hold, the primary standard is to be unafraid of death. Otherwise, just stay in the rear and cultivate trees, refine magic potions, until you die."

"Everyone is not afraid of death, but afraid of not having a chance. What about you?"

Attilan's face changed again and again. Even though he was a dragon and could have a guaranteed income, if he wanted to become a god and satisfy his ambition without taking any risks, there would be no such good thing in the world.

Even the son of a true god has to take risks. Who knows if the child born will be a god or a divine abomination.

"You still have a chance to refuse."

Attilan knew that he was talking about using up the White Deer's resources, but not extracting enough Creation Power. In this way, his talent evaluation would be slightly lower.

But his courage would not be denied.

"Wealth and honor are found in danger, life and death are destined, wealth and honor are in heaven, but my fate is in my own hands!"

In such a world, wanting to escape the great net woven by the gods and completely control one's own destiny is not such a simple matter.

In the end, the purpose of the Council of Nature can actually be considered to be controlling one's own destiny, allowing the mortals of the material world to decide their own fate, rather than becoming puppets controlled by the gods.

After a while of excitement, the Wine Woman and the Flower Woman found Attilan and asked him to help make a life control crystal to adjust their figures. Although their figures were already very good, they could become even more perfect.

Which girl wouldn't be happy? The best thing is that Attilan's method is not like plastic surgery, but more like a second development. Of course, if you want to make a girl more beautiful, you definitely can't do it with a control crystal.

To enhance charm, Attilan's water of life has the effect of nourishing the skin, making it whiter and smoother. He has contributed a lot to Vine Woman for making masks and other skin care products.

Of course, the most important thing is that Vine Woman's level is high enough, and she has preserved her youthful appearance by herself. His water of life only plays a role in adding luster.

Attilan had just returned to Moonshadow Lake, holding the resources given to him by the White Deer, preparing to temper the Sea Dragon bloodline, when he heard a familiar voice.

"Little Dragon, prepare some water of life for me. After tossing around for so long, I need to take good care of my skin from the dry yellow sand in the desert."

Attilan's body stiffened.

"Teacher's wife? You're back, then teacher..."

Vine Woman couldn't help complaining:

"He went to find the Old Rascal. He got such a big gash on his chest from Dead Claw. Instead of taking good care of his injuries, he went to find the Old Rascal as soon as he came back."

Attilan's face suddenly turned ugly, and Vine Woman also noticed something was wrong.

"What happened in the forest?"

Attilan briefly explained the situation, and Vine Woman frowned and said:

"You did a good job in arousing the Old Rascal's will to survive with this method, but if you want to use the White Deer, then you have to pray for your own good fortune."

"What do you mean?"

Vine Woman explained with some schadenfreude laughter:

"Although the White Deer is the daughter of the Elven Ancestor, she is much younger than us. During her childhood, Gaea was responsible for taking care of her."

"The relationship between them is more than just siblings, don't you think?"

He was both a brother and a father, and he probably knew the relationship between them.

"The White Deer is a God Son, how could she be handed over to the teacher to take care of?"

What was the Bearman's level at that time? It is estimated that he was one of the best in the entire School of Life.

"It's because he's stupid that he doesn't have any bad intentions towards the White Deer. It wasn't the Ancestor who chose him, it was the White Deer who chose him."

"Then am I doomed now?"

"You can't be considered to be using the White Deer. Robert didn't explain the relationship clearly to you. It's normal to treat the White Deer as an envoy sent from above in this way."

Attilan's face was a little ugly. He always felt that the White Deer and the Old Rascal had been playing him like a monkey these days. Forget it, anyway, even if the relationship between the Bearman and the White Deer is good.

They haven't seen each other for hundreds of years, and they may have become estranged. His method is also correct. After all, the White Deer didn't state her close relationship with the Bearman. Maybe when she grows up, she won't recognize the previous nurturing affection.

Attilan condensed a ball of water of life. Just as Vine Woman accepted it, the Bearman teleported over with a dark face.

"What did you say to Robert? His condition is very wrong. I noticed that the amount of water elements pouring in has increased, so I know it was him who intervened. With blood dyed in, I know he can't die."

"But his condition is a little too good, too good to be true."

Vine Woman frowned and asked:

"What's wrong?"

"His body is almost completely healed. The hidden injuries he left behind are almost gone. He will be attacking legendary druid in a year or two. Maybe he will go with us this time to search for the natural holy objects."

Vine Woman looked at Attilan in surprise.

"Does the creation of the power of faith you mentioned have such a big effect?"

Attilan was greatly puzzled.

"Isn't it just helping the Old Rascal extend his life a little?"

Could it be that there are still magical changes in it that he doesn't know about?