The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

In less than a day, Bai Lu had prepared the first draft of the Dragon God Nine Transformations secret technique. When she took the scroll to Artlan, he was chatting with Old Tree while shelling acorns.

"Here, the secret technique you wanted."

Artlan was so surprised he couldn't close his mouth.

"So fast?"

Bai Lu curled her lips dismissively.

"If it weren't for the first time encountering a dragon like you with eight elemental bloodlines in your body, I could have designed a secret technique of this quality in half a day at most."

"I will further optimize the secret technique's cultivation effect based on the awakening of the Hellfire Wyrm bloodline and your cultivation feedback. The current secret technique is only enough to cultivate to the juvenile Hellfire Wyrm stage."

"The challenge level can only reach level 14. After all, you are only transforming based on the bloodlines in your body, and it is impossible to be as strong as a real Hellfire Wyrm."

Artlan nodded repeatedly. After all, it was just a disguise to conceal that he was a Marine Wyrm with the potential to become an Elemental Dragon King. He didn't plan to use the identity of a Hellfire Wyrm to challenge powerful enemies.

"It's already very strong. It only took a day to polish a secret technique that can be cultivated to challenge level 14. It would take me a year, or even five years, to do it."

Artlan had gained some knowledge after nearly three years of studying Druid secret techniques and dragon inheritance knowledge, but if he were to create a secret technique, he could only come up with a few clumsy level one or two profession-level techniques.

Moreover, they would be the type that could only be used in combat and could not enhance the strength of the cultivator.

This refers to pure originality. The Four Elements Totem War Dance, in fact, was Artlan piecing together knowledge from the elemental dragon inheritance regarding elemental invocation, totem belief, dance sacrifice rituals, and other aspects.

Combined with the Druid's knowledge of summoning natural spirits and using elemental energy to nourish the body, it was a complete patchwork with almost nothing of Artlan's own.

Now it was different. Artlan already had some of his own ideas. The two awakenings of the Frost Wyrm and Hellfire Wyrm bloodlines had given him a deeper understanding of ice and fire elements.

Especially after reading the secret technique created by Bai Lu to temper the elemental dragon bloodline, he had new ideas on how to use elemental power to enhance physical strength and magic power.

After optimization, the Totem War Dance should allow him to increase the number of elemental warlocks under his command, and even elemental mages were not without a chance.

Some individuals with relatively strong mental power could shape elemental particles and design fixed templates for them. This was the spell model.

Later, qualified mage apprentices could learn elemental spells according to the template, which would allow them to form combat power more quickly.

Of course, this teaching model only cultivated mediocre people who would not think or innovate, and it was completely impossible to cultivate advanced mages above level 10.

Of course, Artlan did not have such high expectations for the humanoid races under his rule. An level 11 advanced mage was a talent that would only appear every few decades, even if the Water Elf Kingdom established a relatively complete mage cultivation system.

If a commoner produced an advanced mage, they would be ennobled and enjoy the life of the upper class.

It would be enough to have a group of combat mages around level 5 who could form a firepower cluster using elemental spells to effectively strike the enemy.

Continuing to look down the scroll, Artlan was surprised to find that in addition to the Hellfire Wyrm bloodline tempering method, Bai Lu also wrote a cultivation method to enhance the Marine Wyrm bloodline.

"I don't understand anything about Elemental Dragon Kings, but how to enhance the strength of the body, so that the body can bear stronger power, to prepare for future promotion to Quasi-God, or even igniting the divine fire."

"I still learned a little essence from the Quasi-God of the Nature Council."

Artlan read carefully and found that many of the contents of the Marine Wyrm secret technique were actually derived from the life school's secret techniques for tempering the body and enhancing life energy.

It was only specially treated for his situation as a Marine Wyrm, allowing Artlan to cultivate more smoothly.

"So this place should be handled like this, which is indeed about 30% faster than the techniques I figured out myself. As expected of Goddess Bai Lu, she is really amazing."

Old Tree rustled its branches.

"Artlan, who is this Druid full of natural aura? Why don't you introduce me?"

Artlan immediately said with a smile:

"This! This is the daughter of the founding ancestor of the Life School. She is proficient in Druid secret techniques and enjoys the reputation of being the number one in secret technique creation talent in the Nature Council. You are lucky today."

"Haven't you always been confused that the purity of your natural magic power cannot be increased, the amount cannot be increased, and the growth rate of your oak body is getting slower and slower, almost reaching your limit?"

"Breaking through to become a Life Ancient Tree is far away. Goddess Bai Lu is so powerful, I think she can definitely give you reasonable advice. In fact, I took so many acorns from you today to entertain her."

Bai Lu had been watching Artlan and Old Tree's performance with a half-smile.

Seeing that Bai Lu didn't take the bait, Artlan had to take out his trump card.

"Old Tree, I remember you said that if you can raise your level a little higher, the acorns you bear will be more delicious, and you can also customize the taste of the acorns according to our needs."

"What apple flavor, grape flavor, banana flavor, or even fruit wine flavor acorns, you can also catalyze a batch. Wouldn't it be more delicious to use these acorns to make magical dishes?"

Old Tree shook its head and said:

"I have also seen you make magical dishes. Those acorns cannot be used alone to make them, but they can be added to the original dishes as seasonings. It should be possible to make the taste of the dishes three or four times richer."

Upon hearing this effect, Bai Lu didn't care whether Artlan and Old Tree were setting a trap, and directly waved her hand impatiently.

"Alright, you two stop acting. I can help Old Tree level up from challenge level 11 to 12, but whether he can break through to become a Life Ancient Tree depends on his own destiny."

"But if he breaks through, and you can't produce the acorns I need, then don't blame me for being ruthless. I have been trained for so many years, and my understanding of life is no worse than that of ordinary Grand Druids."

"I have plenty of skills and strength to punish those who deceive me."

Artlan and Old Tree looked at each other and said in unison:

"Goddess Bai Lu, don't worry, we wouldn't dare to talk nonsense about things we are not sure about. We are all in the Druid camp, and we don't deceive our own people. If we say we can catalyze them, we definitely can."

"Old Tree, show Bai Lu a sample."

"Okay."

With that, red, yellow, and purple acorns fell from the branches as Old Tree gently shook its crown, and were steadily caught by Artlan.

"Try these. These acorns can be eaten raw and have a unique flavor. They can be used to adjust the taste of magic potions and magical cuisine. Most importantly, the magic contained in these acorns won't disrupt the original effects."

"If Old Tree Head is strong enough, these acorns can not only be used as additives but also as stabilizers and enhancers. Of course, being able to optimize the taste, these acorns are already quite good."

White Deer tasted one and nodded, saying:

"You really didn't deceive me. Old Tree Head's strength is indeed insufficient. At this quality, adding it to my magic potions will still disrupt the stability of the magic."

"Indeed, it still needs strengthening. Just tell me directly if you have any needs in the future. There's no need to resort to these little tricks. Actually, I was also deceiving you just now. This time, I came with the task of enhancing the strength of the druids belonging to the Council of Nature in this world."

"Old Tree Head, being a treant with potential and ambition, is naturally on the list of aid recipients."

Mutual benefit. The reason Atilan staged this whole thing was simply to avoid owing White Deer too many favors at once. After all, sometimes, not hindering your work is already helping you.

Of course, given the relationship between White Deer and the bear people, things certainly weren't that distant. But Atilan couldn't take White Deer's care for granted. Even if he was penniless, Atilan still wanted to repay as much as possible.

That way, when White Deer comes next time, she'll remember to bring more benefits to take care of Atilan.

"Old Tree Head's problem isn't easy to solve. The Ancient Tree of Life is indeed a major hurdle. Many oak guardians favored by the Council of Nature can only entrust their hopes to future generations because they can't break through."

Old Tree Head nodded his canopy in agreement.

"That's right. I'm actually one of the seeds that an oak guardian produced with all of his life energy before withering. At that time, there were a total of 13 seeds. Now, after several hundred years..."

"Only 4 seeds have grown into treants, and I'm the only one who has reached the level of an oak guardian. The one with the highest talent was burned to charcoal before it could even awaken."

"That's such a pity."

White Deer looked at the sky with a cold gaze.

"Treants are one of the most helpful combat partners cultivated by druids. Some people naturally don't want us to cultivate too many awakened treants."

"A single treant can regulate the surrounding natural energy for thousands of years, and during this period, it's very likely to bring out two new treants, one becoming three, three becoming nine."

"Over time, the world will be filled with forests rooted by treants."

"Ordinary treants can stabilize an area into a forest, let alone an Ancient Tree of Life. If a continent has an Ancient Tree of Life, it basically means that the natural energy won't fluctuate too much."

"Druids can use natural spells with peace of mind. While it's not infinite magic power, the sustainability will be increased exponentially. One of my goals is to have this world possess its own Ancient Tree of Life."

One tree per continent. The other material planes controlled by the Council of Nature haven't cultivated that many Ancient Trees of Life to stabilize the world's barrier, let alone spare one to support the bear people in conquering this world.

Without an Ancient Tree of Life, it's still possible to cultivate oak guardians. One in the east, south, west, north, and center. Although the combined effect is still somewhat inferior to an Ancient Tree of Life, it can barely operate the natural energy flow of a continent.

Atilan went to great lengths to get White Deer to help Old Tree Head because he valued the central processing unit function of the treant. If the bear people really went out in full force to find natural sacred objects...

The best way to improve everyone's combat power isn't to have everyone learn secret techniques or create magical tools, but to strengthen Old Tree Head. As his ability to regulate natural energy becomes stronger, the power of everyone's spellcasting will also increase.

The most core treant in every druid forest truly has the effect of a stabilizing force.

"Old Tree Head's matter is entrusted to you, White Deer. Don't worry, Old Tree Head and I will definitely take care of your food during this time, making sure you eat happily every day!"

Old Tree Head's problem is relatively urgent, and Atilan can only shamelessly ask White Deer for help to solve it. In fact, he also knows that if the problem of the Ancient Tree of Life was really that easy to solve...

The Council of Nature wouldn't have so few Ancient Trees of Life.

White Deer's talent and ingenuity are indeed higher than those of the bear people and vine women, but White Deer can actually only propose solutions. It's really difficult to achieve the effects in the cultivation secret techniques she designed!

Atilan carefully studied the part about the tempering of the Purgatory Wyrm bloodline again.

He felt a toothache, a stomachache, and a headache. This method of cultivation was too inhumane. It didn't consider the feelings of the cultivator at all, only pursuing the effect of cultivation.

Even a golem couldn't withstand such a method of attrition.

Not to mention that he was a dragon who could feel pain and cry out.

Atilan tried to cultivate according to the energy route described in the scroll. In less than three minutes, he was in so much pain that his face was distorted, and he had to stop and rest for a while.

Old Prankster appeared behind Atilan at some point.

"Just endure it, and it will pass. The secret techniques of the School of Life and the School of War both have the disadvantage of being unbearably painful. Little White Deer was born by combining the advantages of the two schools."

"Furthermore, this disadvantage has been sublimated. As long as you're not driven crazy by the pain comparable to soul tearing, your strength will increase twice as much as it is now."

"Of course, it also requires a sufficient energy supply. Now, I'm the only great druid in the forest who uses energy, and there's enough energy for you to squander. You can cultivate with peace of mind."

Atilan asked with a mournful face:

"Isn't there a gentler way?"

"Do you think it's easy to possess two dragon bloodlines at the same time and be able to transform from an Ocean Wyrm into a Purgatory Wyrm?"

"There are only two possibilities for this matter: either you can't practice it, or you can practice it through extreme pain. Which one do you choose?"

Atilan gritted his teeth, his claws deeply embedded in the soil.

"I'll practice!"

In order to save his life and increase his strength, he had to practice.

After a month, Atilan's originally robust dragon body had thinned by a third. He had finally mastered a bit of the Purgatory Wyrm's bloodline abilities.

His dragon body turned light red, and a scorching deep red flame spewed out from his mouth, burning a large tree in front of him to ashes.

Old Prankster said with a serious expression:

"Fire of Destruction, completely destroying the vitality of the tree. The roots hidden in the soil that weren't completely burned have completely lost the possibility of growth. As expected, it's not simple."

"No wonder the Purgatory Wyrm is the most successful branch of the elemental dragons. With this destructive power, Atilan, shoot another one. I want to study it carefully."

"Atilan..."

Not getting a response, Old Prankster turned to look at Atilan, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

"You collapsed after shooting just one breath of fire dragon breath? A man can't be this fast."