The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

The solar radiance that Attilan channeled through the Hexagram Formation was instantly absorbed by the orange tree. As the fruit at the treetop grew bit by bit, the entire tree transformed into a golden hue.

The orange tree even greedily drew in more solar energy, causing the flames in the fire orbs held by Dajiao and the others to flicker, and the Hexagram Formation became somewhat unstable.

The barmaid anxiously glanced at Attilan.

"Attilan, the orange tree's condition is a bit strange. Should we stop for now and wait for Grand Master Jaina to replenish the tree's vitality?"

Attilan awkwardly retrieved six new fire orbs and distributed them to the druids assisting with the formation.

"Even if I wanted to stop now, I couldn't. I originally thought this was just an ordinary magical plant, but this orange tree has actually developed self-awareness."

"It chose not to prolong its existence but instead used its last vitality to condense its true offspring, completing the continuation of its life. Thinking about it, it's abnormal for an orange tree in this environment to bear so much fruit."

"Eagle King, you and the barmaid, stop watching from here. Go through the entrance on the ground and have them cast druidic spells to convert the surrounding energy into natural magic, then infuse it all into the orange tree."

"It's fine if this little oasis is destroyed. What's most important now is to improve the quality of the orange tree's final sun essence fruit as much as possible. I've used up all the water element and dragon magic crystals in my dimensional bag."

Having said that, Attilan tossed his dimensional bag to the Eagle King and then fully focused on maintaining the solar energy siphoning formation, striving to provide the solar energy the orange tree needed most to complete its life's legacy.

As long as the environment was suitable, they could obtain a forest of solar orange trees and have an endless supply of solar oranges. Moreover, Attilan had a premonition that the necromantic magic and curse plague left by the Dragon Lich in the center of the desert could be countered using the leaves and peels of these solar oranges.

Unfortunately, cultivating solar orange trees would take time, and the area of the desert contaminated by necromantic magic was as high as tens of thousands of square kilometers. This was still the result of the Bearmen and Swamp Wyverns intentionally limiting the scope of the battle.

Otherwise, the area would be even larger. Back then, a single Infernal Dragon Soul could create a vast southwestern desert. The battle between the three of them could similarly unleash such an effect.

As the fruit grew larger, its skin gradually changed from green to golden, even emitting a dazzling light outwards. While channeling water elements into the base of the orange tree, the leopard woman exclaimed:

"This is no longer an orange; it's practically a small sun, so bright it's almost blinding me! Huahua, do you think this solar orange will burn my mouth when I eat it?"

The flower woman's lips curled into a smile as she gently waved the lotus scepter in her hand.

"I don't think so. Do you remember the solar lemons that the barmaid and I jointly cultivated? They contained weak solar magic. Did you feel like they burned your mouth when you ate them?"

The leopard woman's face instantly turned bitter.

"At the time, I thought the fruit looked nice and yellow, but when I tore open the skin and took a bite, I almost lost my teeth."

Now, recalling that sour taste, the leopard woman's mouth was constantly secreting saliva.

"If you smell it carefully, you can sense a warm, sunny scent. Adding solar lemons to magic wine has a series of debuff-resisting effects, including resisting curses. Of course, our solar lemons are only Level 1 magic plants after all."

"The magic wine we make can only resist curses of Level 2 and below."

The leopard woman raised her head and pondered before asking:

"Level 2 spells… are there any curses in them?"

Curses excel in secrecy, killing without batting an eye, but they have a disadvantage: they are difficult to learn. Curses at such a low level as Level 2 are not that simple.

Or rather, curses that can kill people are not found below Level 2 spells.

The six druids on the ceiling, their hands holding the fire orbs, were trembling, and sweat dripped from their foreheads. Attilan, who was presiding over the formation, noticed their discomfort and said:

"Why don't you take a break? I can handle the rest alone?"

Dajiao took a deep breath.

"We're fine. We're sweating only because there's too much solar energy gathered, it's hot, but we're not tired at all. We can persevere until the fruit ripens."

A man can't say he can't do it. Mainly, Attilan was bearing more than 80% of the pressure yet looked relaxed and at ease, still maintaining his dragonkin form. The six of them were sharing that little bit of pressure, yet they were teetering on the brink.

If they still had any face, they had to persevere until the end of the ritual, which could also be considered a rare exercise.

Through the process of the orange tree actively absorbing solar magic, they could also glean some of the mysteries of the golden orange tree's life inheritance, which would help them comprehend natural energy and solar energy.

With the ritual about to end, quitting now would render their previous efforts futile.

The light emitted by the fruit at the top of the orange tree gradually subsided. Even the golden leaves and bark of the orange tree returned to their original green and brown, faintly revealing some gray.

This was a sign of the orange tree's life force being exhausted. Its life had come to an end. The legend of the solar orange tree could only be shaped by its descendants.

Perhaps it was once high-spirited, hoping that its fruit could create one genius after another and change the world, but the reality was that the environment it inhabited had undergone drastic changes, and it could only huddle in this semi-underground oasis space, eking out its existence.

It tried to prolong its life by sleeping, waiting for the day when its inheritance would continue.

This orange tree was truly similar to the locust tree in the Emerald Dream. Unfortunately, the locust tree, with its dwindling consciousness, received Gaia's help, while the orange tree, with its basically intact consciousness, impulsively made the wrong decision.

Just as the light of the fruit completely subsided, Attilan suddenly had his mind connected to by a consciousness.

"Long time no see, elemental dragon. I entrust my descendants to your care. I hope the solar orange tree can flourish in your hands, which would be worthy of the efforts my master made to cultivate me."

"Master! Who is your master?"

After a long silence, the orange tree said again:

"She is also an elemental dragon, but not a water elemental dragon symbolizing life, but a light elemental dragon symbolizing the sun. The last time she met with me, she said she hoped to see solar orange trees covering the mountains and plains when she returned."

"That way, she could have an endless supply of solar oranges. As a result, she never came back, and I, the solar orange tree she painstakingly cultivated, am the only one left."

"Now I am going to follow my master. There are a total of 12 seeds in this fruit. If all goes well, cultivating six solar orange trees should not be a problem."

Attilan asked curiously:

“Although your master has gone and not returned, how can you assume she is dead? Maybe she's just delayed and will come back when she's done. So, can you die later, no, follow her later?”

The leaves of the orange tree moved.

“I believe you have also seen the outside environment. Not only me, but the master also cultivated many animals and plant spirits back then, but most of them were destroyed in time and war.”

“In the end, even the master's garden was razed to the ground. If she were really still alive, she would never have tolerated the garden being burned to ashes with her temper.”

“Even if she died, she would come back to take a look, and then take revenge on the people who destroyed the garden, but nothing happened. My home is silent.”

Attilan was shocked. The southwestern desert is so large, it is actually just the garden of the golden orange tree's master. Then who exactly is she?

“May I ask, who is your master?”

The orange tree's tone revealed nostalgia for the past.

“My master… she was the first light element dragon created by the Elemental Dragon God, the mother of the Sun Dragons, all the Sun Dragons are her descendants!”

The orange tree's words confirmed a legend in Attilan's inherited memory.

That is, the Elemental Dragon God created eight Elemental Dragon Mothers in total, and then he and these Dragon Mothers bred the most orthodox eight bloodline routes among the Elemental Dragons.

As for those unstable subspecies, such as the Steam Dragon, it is because they were not personally bred by the Elemental Dragon God.

Of course, not all Elemental Dragons are descendants of the Elemental Dragon God. He also expanded the diversity of Elemental Dragons by transforming elemental creatures such as elemental spirits.

Even the eight Elemental Dragon Souls were just gifts from the Elemental Dragon God to the eight Elemental Dragon Mothers. It was only because of the powerful power possessed by the Elemental Dragon Souls that they eventually became treasures for ambitious people to compete for.

With the Elemental Dragon Soul, the Elemental Dragon will not perish.

As long as you use the divine power of the Elemental Dragon Soul, the user will inevitably be transformed into an Elemental Dragon of the corresponding attribute.

Coupled with the effect of promoting bloodline evolution and assisting in conferring gods, this thing is likely to be a product of the Elemental Dragon God wanting to confer gods together with his wife.

If the orange tree's master is the Light Element Dragon Mother, then she is likely really dead.

Once the Elemental Dragon God dies, his wife will definitely not have a good ending.

It's just that the Light耀 Dragon has taken refuge in the Celestial Realm, maybe the Dragon Mother personally negotiated the conditions with the Celestial Gods, and she herself is not dead yet.

“I heard that the Light耀 Dragon has taken refuge in the Celestial Realm, could it be that your master is also there?”

The orange tree snorted coldly.

“The master doesn’t have such soft bones!”

“Maybe there is some unavoidable reason, such as resurrecting the Elemental Dragon God?”

The orange tree shook its branches violently.

“The Elemental Dragon God is dead! How is that possible! He is so powerful, he even praised my oranges as delicious, saying that when I grow up, he will transplant me into his Divine Kingdom.”

“I didn’t expect him to be dead too.”

Attilan asked tentatively:

“So, is it possible that your master took refuge in the Celestial Realm in order to resurrect the Elemental Dragon God?”

“I don’t know, I’m just an orange tree that is about to die. You should ask the Life Dragon King who is responsible for managing your Water Element Dragons about such a major issue.”

“Okay, stop bothering me, I’m dead.”

After speaking, the leaves of the orange tree rustled and kept falling.

Attilan looked down from the skylight, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching. Looking at the bare branches, Attilan wanted to cry but had no tears.

“Big brother, can you not die so decisively.”

Attilan jumped down, picked a golden fruit from the top of the orange tree and tossed it.

“It’s quite heavy, it seems to have plenty of water, it must taste sweet, no money back if it’s not sweet.”

The Eagle King looked at the orange in Attilan's hand.

“What to do now?”

The Leopard Woman looked at the orange in Attilan's hand with greedy eyes.

“Why don’t… we just share the orange here and eat it?”

The Flower Woman hit her on the head.

“All you know is eating. Such a magical plant that has lived for who knows how many years has been cured to death by us. What do you think the master will say about us when we go back?”

The Flower Woman felt that they would never be able to lift their heads in this life, and there was a stain on their life.

Attilan put the orange in his pocket.

“Don’t worry, it’s the orange tree that doesn’t want to live anymore. He wanted to follow his master a long time ago. Look how decisively he died, even if it was because nurturing this fruit drained his vitality.”

“He can still live for a few days no matter what, but he just died directly. Let’s go back and find the mistress and see what she says.”

What Attilan said was the truth, but no one believed it, except for the Eagle King. Everyone lowered their heads and trudged towards the forest in dismay.

The Eagle King flapped his wings and approached Attilan.

“What did you say to the orange tree just now?”

“Just what I said, Eagle King, do you think there will be other similar existences in the desert since there is such an orange tree?”

The Eagle King shook his head.

“I don’t know, but this orange tree is very special, and many Druids came to the desert to see it when the forest turned into a desert. The surviving animals and plants should have been transported away by the predecessors, right?”

Attilan looked at the sand sea below with burning eyes.

“No, I think there are still some. Since this orange tree was left behind, then things of the same level as him are likely to have been overlooked as well.”

He just said that in the environment of the southwestern desert, how could a being like Lista with a brain and who would stand at the perspective of the Minotaur race and think about the future of the group be born.

Now it seems that Lista is likely to have encountered an opportunity similar to the orange tree.

The Minotaur bloodline is a curse, but the light power of the Sun Dragon is the first choice to purify the curse, otherwise they would not have been absorbed by the Celestial Realm, Lista's bloodline must have been purified!

In the sea of sand, there must be an ancient relic hidden, waiting for someone with a heart to discover it.

And he, Attilan, is this person with a heart!

Returning to Jaina's fairy garden, Attilan proudly took out the sun orange.

“Mistress, look what this is?”

The Vine Woman took it over and took a look, and instantly felt that this thing was not ordinary. After carefully sensing it, she said in surprise:

“This seems to be the extinct sun fruit, and the flesh still contains seeds that have inherited the complete power. With this fruit, you can cultivate a forest of sun fruit trees.”

“Where did you find it? With this fruit, we have three more points of confidence in dealing with the Emerald Dream pollution. Well done!”

“No, I’m going to hatch the seeds in the fruit now. There is enough energy in the flesh, and it won’t take too long to hatch the seeds.”

The Leopard Woman shrank her neck, fortunately she didn't eat it, otherwise it would be miserable.