The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Since the Bearmen had already set up the training ground for him, and this ground exuded a very professional aura, Artie Land naturally had to sit down and cultivate seriously.

Unless the Emerald Dream actively kicked him offline, he wasn't leaving!

Artie Land plopped down directly in the middle of the hot spring and the cold spring, on that slightly thin dividing stone. Then, Artie Land jumped up from the stone.

On the left was the gurgling hot spring, the heat conducting to the stone, scalding Artie Land's left buttock. On the right was the still, deep black cold pool, chilling Artie Land to the bone.

This feeling of being in a world of ice and fire made Artie Land feel like he could already see his future.

He hadn't even started cultivating yet, and the overflowing starlight energy was already making him uncomfortable. Once he channeled the energy from the two ley lines into his body, Artie Land knew it would be an experience of ecstasy and agony, a tearful nightmare.

Gritting his teeth, Artie Land sat down on the stone again, took a deep breath, and began to draw in the pure energy from the ley lines. You had to say, the Bearmen were reliable when it came to getting things done.

This energy was indeed pure!

But as soon as the energy passed through the stone beneath his buttocks and into his body, Artie Land began to feel pain. The left side was scalding red, and the right side was so cold that it was covered in frost.

But he still had to guide these two opposing water and fire energies to circulate within his body. Sure enough, as soon as the energy vortex had a rudimentary form, Artie Land was trembling with pain all over.

Artie Land surrounded the Dragon Pearl within his body, forming a red and blue interwoven energy vortex above his head to temper the Dragon Pearl, beginning his exhilarating but rapidly progressing Dragon Pearl cultivation.

Even though he was in so much pain that his face was distorted, Artie Land still had the spirit to joke.

"As expected of Master, this high-intensity energy clash is almost killing me, yet the stone under my feet is completely fine."

When he couldn't hold on any longer, everything went black, and he plunged headfirst into the cold pool. When he woke up again, he saw the Bearman sitting cross-legged under the oak tree in the distance, playing with a few emerald green seeds in his hand.

The Bearman also saw Artie Land, belly up like a dead fish, and with a nimble flip, he swung his tail and flew from the water to his side.

"How do you feel?"

"The improvement effect of this energy field on tempering the Dragon Pearl is amazing. It has increased by nearly 50%, but it's a bit too painful. This is the first time I've fainted from pain during training."

White Deer somewhat dejectedly plucked all the foxtails from the grass in his hand.

"It's a good thing you plunged into the cold pool, otherwise, we would have been eating boiled fish when we got back."

Artie Land leaned closer to White Deer, raising his eyebrows.

"Why do I feel like you're a resentful woman right now? Who provoked you?"

White Deer plucked another foxtail from the ground.

"No one provoked me. I was just being stupid. I only knew that stimulating the last bit of spirituality of the ancient tree could condense seeds that inherited its talent and power, but I forgot that condensing seeds also requires energy."

"The seeds that Big Brother is holding in his hand basically drained all the energy from the locust tree to be conceived. How much energy is left to give back to the earth?"

"My hard work of several months has vanished in an instant."

Looking at White Deer, who was about to cry, Artie Land felt a pang of sympathy.

"How about this? I just finished tempering the Dragon Pearl and expanded the Dragon Pearl's energy storage capacity. I'll convert the river water from the Great River and transport it to the wasteland to turn it into rain clouds and sprinkle it all down, and add a little Water of Life. It should be able to restore some surface vitality to the wasteland."

"But if no one maintains this vitality in time, I think it will dissipate in less than half a day. You also know that I need to cultivate, so I can only ask Big Sister to help me."

White Deer stared at Artie Land for a while, and finally nodded in agreement.

"Okay, anyway, my task is to establish a spatial passage connecting the two worlds. It's okay even if I don't earn contribution points. You've at least left me a lot."

Artie Land spreading rain to restore the soil vitality of the wasteland, so that plant seeds could take root and germinate in the soil, was equivalent to him starting a new project, and White Deer became his worker.

Moreover, Artie Land, the boss, was a hands-off manager who did little and took much.

There was no other way. If Artie Land wanted to continue using the pure energy of this little Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well to temper the Dragon Pearl, he had to make contributions!

The Emerald Dream was indeed a holy place for cultivation. No wonder most druids after level 15 in the Council of Nature liked to immerse themselves in the Emerald Dream for a long time to cultivate.

Not only was the environment here better than outside, but even the efficiency of cultivation was higher than outside. Even old guys who were about to die could maintain their youthful physique in the Emerald Dream and live for two more years.

The Emerald Dream could become the Council of Nature's greatest trump card, resisting the interference of the gods. The natural power contained within was naturally the purest natural force. Of course, Artie Land was in a relatively peripheral energy node.

It was pure, but it was definitely not as good as the energy in the core area.

"After connecting to World No. 527, some of the power of the Emerald Dream should be fed back into the forest. Perhaps I can create a similar energy training ground for you in the forest."

"When you coordinate the balance of power between the dragon body and the soul, this energy field will come in handy. The power of the Emerald Dream is good, but after returning to reality, it still takes some time to transform."

Although the Emerald Dream was not entirely a virtual world, it still had the word 'dream' in it. The power brought back from the Emerald Dream needed some time to settle before it could be applied in the material world.

Thus, Artie Land began a two-point, one-line cultivation life. When his contribution points were sufficient, he focused on tempering the Dragon Pearl in the center of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, nourishing his soul. When his body was about to give out and he needed to rest, he would stop to catch his breath.

By the way, he would use the Dragon Pearl to absorb water elements and send them to the Rain of Grace needed by White Deer to nourish the wasteland.

One day, Artie Land had just gotten up from the energy field and was about to collect water elements when he saw White Deer sitting under the tree eating an apple.

"Why aren't you planting grass in the wasteland today? Why are you in the mood to gnaw on an apple here?"

"Today, when I went to Greenscale Town to eat, that old Fishman who is in charge of managing Greenscale Town asked me to bring you a message, saying that the dwarves in the north are fighting with the frost giants again."

"You need to make the decision yourself, so he hopes you can show your face and meet with your warlords and town chiefs, since it's been two and a half years since they last saw you."

"They are all a little panicked in their hearts. If they didn't know that dragons would sleep, they would probably think you were dead."

Artie Land widened his eyes and asked in surprise:

"How much? You said it's been two and a half years outside? But I clearly..."

Artie Land carefully recalled how long he had stayed in the Emerald Dream, but he couldn't figure out the exact time. He spent a lot of time lying in the ice and fire energy field absorbing energy to cultivate.

His sense of time was very weak.

The time of sunrise and sunset in the Emerald Dream was also different from the outside world, and it was difficult for Artie Land to judge how many days he had stayed inside.

"It's been almost two and a half years, but my Dragon Pearl hasn't been tempered yet. The effect of this energy field is getting worse and worse, causing my efficiency in tempering the Dragon Pearl to decline."

"Even if I spend another two and a half years here, I'm afraid I won't be able to make the strength of the dragon body and the soul equal."

Artie Land sighed as he spoke, and White Deer patted the hemispherical gem on top of his head.

"Spare me. The strength of your dragon body is now close to biological level 8, but your soul is less than the standard of biological level 6. It won't be that easy for you to make them equal."

Artie Land was dumbfounded.

"Wait, I've already fallen asleep. Why is the growth rate of the dragon body still so fast?"

White Deer shrugged and said:

"Maybe it's because the forest and Moonshadow Lake created by Big Brother himself are very suitable for you, a sea sub-dragon. You can easily absorb all kinds of vitality needed for growth in Moonshadow Lake."

"Even if it's just passive absorption."

Artie Land felt a headache.

"So, even though I've already arrived in the Emerald Dream, which is suitable for soul growth, my soul is still not strong enough?"

White Deer glanced at the surrounding environment and said with some emotion:

"Although Big Brother has worked very hard, No. 952 is still much worse than the old district. Not to mention the old district, even the Emerald Dream corresponding to World No. 527, which has just been completely controlled by the Council of Nature."

"The purity of the energy there is also twice as high as here. It's not that your ice and fire energy field is weak, it's just that this area is not good. The intensity of the energy field is only this high."

"To improve it further, the only way is to incorporate more land and ocean areas of World No. 952 into the Natural Council's energy cycle and establish a connection with the Emerald Dream."

"The Emerald Dream actually has very little influence in your world. It can only stably connect to the Emerald Dream at the energy node in the Bearman Forest."

"The construction of other forest nodes is too poor. To communicate with the Emerald Dream, you need to continuously transmit energy to the Emerald Dream. They can't even manage the energy ecology self-circulation of the forest."

Atlan said with some surprise:

"You really went to investigate! I thought it was just an excuse."

The White Deer rolled her eyes at him.

"To communicate between two worlds, not only does World No. 527 need to contribute, but World No. 952 also needs to establish a stable and powerful energy system in the Emerald Dream."

"If your area is not strong enough, the space-time channel will not be successfully built."

Atlan clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"Is it that difficult?"

The White Deer suddenly felt a little discouraged. This was her first time carrying out a key mission. Was she going to have to put the mission on hold for a while and let the forest grow for a while longer?

At this moment, the Bearman walked out of the forest eating an apple.

"You have cultivated in the Emerald Dream for quite a long time. It's almost time to go back."

Atlan immediately went up and asked:

"But Master, my soul strength still doesn't match my dragon body?"

The Bearman directly hit him on the head.

"You used to be so smart, why are you so stupid now?"

"Ah?"

Atlan blinked ignorantly. He didn't understand what the Bearman meant.

"We are just ordinary lives, even if you are a dragon. Except for gods and a small number of lives that focus more on the spiritual and soul realm, tell me, whose soul can reach the same level of strength as their body?"

"If you really train your soul to be as strong as your dragon body, then I will congratulate you. You have run from one end of the problem to the other. Is there a difference between being top-heavy and tail-heavy?"

Atlan nodded repeatedly.

"I understand. Master means that after I go back, I should experience the current compatibility between my dragon body and soul, and then judge which side I should focus on improving next based on the difference between the two."

The Bearman nodded with satisfaction. With just a wave of his hand, Atlan suddenly felt a storm engulf him. Accompanied by a dizziness that was obviously much lighter than when he came, Atlan heard the Bearman's last sentence.

"After you go back, cultivate honestly and don't think about causing trouble."

A huge dragon head suddenly rose from Moonshadow Lake, stirring up a lake of spring water.

As Atlan opened his eyes, a soaring aura startled the surrounding beasts, and they fled in the direction away from Atlan, making terrified cries.

Atlan smiled and spread his wings to fly into the sky.

"Is everyone so enthusiastic?"

After carefully looking at the surrounding environment, Atlan was a little embarrassed. He tried hard to restrain this soul-stirring dragon might, but found that he couldn't do it at all.

He clapped his hands and shouted:

"Damn it, I've been focusing on strengthening my soul for the past two and a half years, and I haven't paid attention to how to control it at all. Now I can release it, but I can't take it back."

"Forget it, let's go back and eat something first."

As soon as he flew to the entrance of Greenscale Town, he saw the old murloc with tears streaming down his face, not knowing how long he had been waiting here.

"Dragon Lord, you're finally back."

"What's wrong?"

The old murloc wiped away his tears.

"It's nothing, I'm just too excited. This is the first time the Dragon Lord has been away for so long. The people below are restless. Lista and Fischer have already dealt with several restless guys."

"Including murlocs, minotaurs, centaurs, lizardmen, and even snake people. I didn't expect that even with less than two thousand snake people, some people were still thinking about taking a team out to be kings while the Dragon Lord was away."

Atlan was completely stunned.

"How many? There are already two thousand snake people?"

The old murloc smiled, revealing the few teeth he had left.

"If the Dragon Lord doesn't come back, Lista and Fischer won't be able to suppress the people below after I die."

Atlan frowned.

"What about Old Blindeye?"

The old murloc curled his lips.

"That old thing says he's loyal to the Dragon Lord, but he's actually most concerned about his tribe. On the surface, his tribe has been disbanded, but in reality, he's constantly trying to win over those centaurs."

"Every few months, he takes the centaurs who are willing to listen to his orders and learns from the Dragon Lord to hold a bonfire party. If he wasn't so cunning and never used the kingdom's food."

"Instead, he hunts wild beasts as ingredients for the bonfire party. I would have arrested him long ago on the grounds of stealing the Dragon Lord's wealth."

Atlan smiled casually.

"Old Blindeye likes to hold bonfire parties, so let's gather all the centaurs and have one outside Big Horn Town tonight! Let the centaurs eat their fill and let them know!"

"Who gave them food to eat! Who allowed them to live peacefully on this land!"

Atlan grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

"I believe that most of the centaurs are smart and know who is responsible for their being able to eat and dress warmly! Who is responsible for protecting them from war!"

The old murloc bowed and shouted loudly:

"Of course it's because of the Dragon Lord!"

Atlan didn't pay any attention to Old Blindeye's actions. The centaurs weren't stupid, they knew that they could eat their fill because the druids had taken action to regulate the land of the Atlantis Kingdom.

Otherwise, the yield of the farmland reclaimed in this land wouldn't be so high.

Without the Dragon Lord, how could the druids possibly help them.

In fact, in the past two and a half years, without Atlan's activities in the middle, the druids have been helping less and less. The centaurs who originally had some ideas have also recognized the reality.

And they stopped playing with Old Blindeye.

"But Dragon Lord, now there are farmlands outside Big Horn Town, planted with a large amount of wheat. There are a relatively large number of centaurs, so it may not be convenient to move around there. It would be more appropriate to put them near Yellow Sand Pass."

Atlan smirked.

"Don't tell me, I now have more than ten thousand centaurs?"

The old murloc nodded in praise:

"The Dragon Lord is wise. There are a full eleven thousand centaurs, who can deploy seven thousand centaur archers and one thousand centaur warriors!"

"So many? Where did the centaurs come from? It's impossible that they were born during my slumber, right?"

"Some were born, and others were recruited by Old Blindeye from the northern grasslands, avoiding the territory of the Northern Kingdom and traveling along the mountains along the Dwarf Kingdom."

"It's so far away, they are willing to come back with Old Blindeye?"

"Centaurs were originally a nomadic race, and he set up food supply points along the way, under the banner of not letting them starve. Even if they just came to take a look, they could at least eat their fill for a few months."

"For the sake of eating, those poor centaurs in the north were really recruited by him by one or two thousand. As a result, after eating the Dragon Lord's food, these centaurs all chose to serve the Dragon Lord."

"They ignored Old Blindeye, who recruited them."

The old murloc almost couldn't help but laugh in front of Atlan.

"How are the murlocs doing?"

The old murloc had a headache when he thought of the murlocs.

"There are nearly twenty thousand murlocs. Actually, I don't know the exact number, but it's about that many. Every once in a while, dozens or hundreds of small murlocs are born, and they die for various reasons."

"Not only the small ones, but the big ones also die due to hunting and other reasons. It's very troublesome to count them."

Regardless of the specific number, the number close to twenty thousand already made Atlan almost burst into laughter.

He didn't expect that the kingdom's development wouldn't have any problems after he had been away for so long.

Okay, according to the old murloc, there have been several rebellions within the kingdom.

"How are the minotaurs?"

"There are about eight thousand minotaurs, about five thousand lizardmen, and two thousand snake people left because of that rebellion."

Two thousand? Wasn't it only two thousand snake people who launched a rebellion? How come there are only two thousand left after the rebellion?

"What's the situation with the snake people?"

"That guy's rebellion didn't cause many snake people to die. He just led dozens of snake people to rebel, wanting to steal hundreds of snake eggs from the snake people's hatchery and run away."

"Although they were killed, the snake eggs were basically destroyed. Otherwise, the number of snake people wouldn't be much less than the lizardmen."

In various ways, Atlan discovered that he should actually have under his command now…

"Fifty thousand people!"

With this number, he even wanted to launch a war to destroy the Northern Kingdom.