The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Old Treehead was stunned when Atilan said he was the World Tree, then suddenly burst into laughter.

"I'm the World Tree? Atilan, what joke are you telling? If I were really the World Tree, wouldn't so many druids in the Circle of Nature have noticed?"

"I was nurtured from an oak seed at the Circle of Nature headquarters, and the Goddess of the Spring personally sprouted me. If I were the World Tree, wouldn't she know?"

"The World Tree…"

Old Treehead couldn't help but wish he really was the World Tree, but it was impossible.

Atilan smiled slightly.

"I'm telling the truth, why don't you believe me?"

Old Treehead swayed his canopy, explaining:

"For three generations, my family has been treants nurtured by the Circle of Nature. My grandfather was an Ancient Tree of Life, my father was also an Ancient Tree of Life, and hundreds of treants have emerged among my brothers."

"Including me, this ordinary oak guard, none of us has shown the slightest trait related to the World Tree, fully proving that we are just ordinary oaks."

Atilan was a little curious about how treants viewed kinship, but what was more important now was to analyze where Old Treehead's World Tree traits came from.

"Your grandfather and father were treants nurtured by the Circle of Nature, no problem. But what about your grandmother and mother? They might have World Tree bloodlines."

Old Treehead shook the acorns on his branches.

"I only have a grandfather and a father."

Atilan was momentarily speechless.

He forgot that treants reproduced asexually.

"Do you treants all self-pollinate, or is there cross-pollination?"

Old Treehead thought in silence before answering:

"Yes, but it's rare to find treants with only one trait. If you can't find a treant with a corresponding trait of the same variety, the possibility of breeding offspring treants is very low."

Atilan's lips twitched.

"I didn't expect you treants to reproduce offspring like this. Have you ever tried exchanging pollen with other treants among you self-pollinating treants?"

"To see if you can cultivate more excellent treant seeds?"

Old Treehead shook his head and sighed, saying:

"At first, this method did cultivate many high-quality treants, including my father, who benefited from this method. But later, the treant elders and demigods of nature discovered…"

"That the treants cultivated in this way lacked natural wildness. The further back, the greater the defects. The Ancient Trees of Life are basically their peak. They cannot condense divine nature."

"They can't even bear any kind of divinity."

Atilan nodded and continued his words:

"So, there is your generation, full of natural wildness, with infinite possibilities, but with a much slower growth rate, the third generation of treants?"

Old Treehead looked at the distant sky and sighed again.

"The World Tree is one of the biggest pursuits of us treants, even more attractive than condensing divine nature."

Atilan blinked and asked:

"But for treants, condensing divine nature is more beneficial, right?"

Old Treehead was about to answer when he suddenly felt a strange power appear in his body, and asked in surprise:

"Atilan, what did you do? This power in my body cannot be achieved by the energy of the natural magic net, right?"

Atilan rolled his eyes and said:

Although Old Treehead couldn't understand the special natural power in his body for the time being, it was related to the treants, and the only power he couldn't understand was the power of the World Tree.

"But when did I get the World Tree trait?"

Atilan suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Was it the World Tree remains you absorbed that you told me about last time? You thought you didn't get anything, but you actually did, but you were at a low level and didn't notice anything?"

Old Treehead was silent for a moment before slowly saying:

"Actually, you don't have to make it so clear. I haven't completely absorbed the remains of that World Tree. You are highly skilled, why not go down to the Abyss of Ten Thousand Miles and take a look."

"Did I absorb this World Tree trait from the remains?"

Old Treehead was just teasing Atilan, but he didn't expect to stimulate his nature.

Atilan thought of his development of the mountain dragon veins, although it was a level 1 Wild God Power composed of five dragon veins, and all of it was extracted, relying only on the Eight-Turn Mountain Dragon Pearl in his body.

The heavy pressure of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Miles was not worth mentioning for Atilan's current dragon body and earth manipulation power.

"Try it and see. Use your roots to guide me, and I'll go down and take a look."

Old Treehead quickly grabbed him.

"Don't, my roots can drill down ten thousand miles into the soil, but such a big dragon like you would be crushed to death by the surrounding mud if you went down. Do you really think you are a mountain dragon!"

Atilan spat out his Mountain Dragon Pearl. The Dragon Pearl emitted a faint light, and his dragon body turned into the earthy yellow color of the Mountain Dragon, exuding a strong earth aura.

"Do you still think I will be crushed to death by some mud when you see me like this now?"

Old Treehead shook his head, looking at Atilan's suddenly changing dragon vein power with some shock.

"Although I don't know how you refined the Mountain Dragon Pearl to the eighth turn, that's not just a little bit of mud, it's the earth that can crush the Primordial Elemental Dragons to death."

"It's not like my roots haven't seen elemental dragons. Looking at them, there are really a few unlucky ones who were crushed to death alive in the earth. I have seen the long survival passages they dug with my own eyes."

Atilan patted his chest confidently.

"I'm not stupid. I'll come back immediately if I really can't hold on. Don't worry, I will use the Earth Dragon Magic to reinforce the passage to prevent me from being crushed to death by the collapsing mud."

"Alright, be careful yourself."

Old Treehead knew that he couldn't stop Atilan, so he could only let him go. Atilan had this idea for a long time. Before, his strength was insufficient, and there were no benefits below.

Now that Atilan has strength, and he has obtained the World Tree bloodline.

Atilan definitely wants to go down and see what kind of treasure is buried under the earth of the Elemental Dragon Realm.

Since he can get the World Tree remains that can help him go further, then Atilan may also be able to find the Elemental Dragon Soul that can help him improve underground.

But just in case, in order to ensure Atilan's safety, Old Treehead also sent a message to the Bearmen and the Old Rascal, informing them of Atilan's plan to dig down to find treasure.

Atilan smiled and waved his hand.

"I'm going down, I won't say any polite words."

It's not possible to plant a flag.

Even if Atilan has confidence in his strength.

He dug down along the roots of Old Treehead, which emitted a faint green light, and he had to be careful to avoid the roots, so as not to damage Old Treehead's vitality.

The process of finding the remains of the World Tree was not smooth.

He had been digging for three days and three nights, and all he found before him was dirt and stone.

The process was simply too tedious, and Attilan was starting to lose his patience.

To lose patience after only three days, Attilan realized his mental state was still a bit lacking.

However, when Attilan turned around and spent half a day returning to the surface, he took a deep breath of the fresh natural energy brought by the natural magic net on the surface.

He suddenly realized that the environment beneath the earth was very different from the environment on the surface.

He frowned and asked Old Tree Head:

"Old Tree Head, what do you think of the soil underground? When you absorb power from the soil, do you feel anything special?"

Old Tree Head asked him in return:

"When any treant absorbs the soil of the deep abyss, doesn't it always feel full of dark aura?"

Attilan shook his head.

"I've been to the underground space, and the soil there does have some dark aura, but it's completely different from the aura I feel after digging down. That extreme negative aura of resentment and death seems to make my dragon soul tremble."

Old Tree Head was surprised.

"Is the soil that terrifying?"

Attilan keenly caught the key point: Old Tree Head couldn't sense it, but he could.

"It's divine power! The resentment and death I sensed came from the quasi-gods, demigods, and even true gods who died in that war ten thousand years ago."

Attilan's expression was very excited. Although that aura made him feel very uncomfortable, it also meant that a great treasure was hidden beneath the Ten Thousand Mile Abyss.

Or rather, a great hidden danger!

Whether the buried gods were elemental dragons or gods from the invading side remained unknown.

Regardless of which side it was, Attilan believed he could use his Gourmet Divinity to cook the divine remains beneath the earth into qualified food and eat it to enhance his power.

Looking at the dirt all over him, Attilan shook his head tiredly.

"I'll go back and rest first, and then think about how to find the buried battlefield ruins of that divine war. There are many remains there, condensed with a powerful aura of death."

Attilan suddenly felt that the gods raising the earth to seal this battlefield might not have been solely for the purpose of destroying the structure of the Elemental Dragon World.

The things below might be very troublesome.

But releasing that thing might likely be beneficial to him, the reincarnated Dragon God.

It's just that this aura of resentment and death is a bit too strong, even for him now.

Smelling the odor on his body, Attilan frowned slightly.

Bearman and Old Urchin teleported and appeared beside Old Tree Head. Bearman frowned and stepped forward, placing his hand on Attilan to release lightning.

Attilan, enduring the lightning, said with a smile:

"Master, is it really necessary to give such a high-intensity gift upon meeting?"

"You've been contaminated with the ultimate aura of death, those unwilling resentments, jealous of life, especially life like yours, a giant dragon. Dragons are inherently creatures with powerful vitality."

"And you are a life dragon, which makes you the most hated enemy for those resentments. Originally, they were slumbering beneath the earth, waiting for the day they would completely dissipate."

"You went and dug them out, so being disturbed will generate resentment, and since you are a life dragon, they will naturally target you with all their power, regardless of the consequences."

"Many tomb raiders are disturbing sleeping resentments. The resentments possess the remains and launch attacks on the intruders. After absorbing the intruders' life force, they will attack the living even more frantically."

"Do you think you can withstand that?"

Watching streams of grayish-white gas being forced out of his body by Bearman, landing on the surrounding vegetation, causing it to instantly turn withered and die.

Bearman withdrew his hand and said:

"I can only force out this much. You need to purify the rest yourself."

After Bearman's bout of lightning, Attilan could finally smell the stench on his body.

It was like the smell of a corpse that had been rotting for who knows how long.

Old Urchin twitched his nose but didn't smell anything, and was immediately somewhat frustrated.

"Without divinity, can you really not smell anything?"

Attilan transformed back into his pure white dragon form. The five-colored scales on his dragon body began to glow, and the five dragon pearls within his body spun frantically, gradually dispelling the aura of death that had permeated him.

After understanding the situation of his dragon body, his face gradually turned ugly.

"To think that I was unknowingly contaminated to this extent. No wonder I felt uncomfortable. If I had continued digging down, I might have been contaminated into a living corpse."

Old Tree Head swayed his crown in surprise.

"Impossible, I dug ten thousand miles deep and didn't discover anything wrong. You've only gone three thousand miles, how could you be so eroded by the resentment of death?"

Attilan shook his head with a wry smile.

"Because this thing only contaminates divine beings. Ordinary beings, on the other hand, can reap benefits from their resentment."

"Why is that?"

Old Tree Head was greatly puzzled.

Old Urchin emerged from his depression.

"Perhaps, in order to prevent enemies from absorbing their divinity, those gods made some arrangements before they fell."

"Attilan, you'd better not go down anymore. Bury this hole."

Attilan rubbed his dragon claws.

"No, I want to try. After purifying these resentments, I found that my Gourmet Divinity and Dragon Divinity have been enhanced. There really is a treasure down there."

"Although it's a bit dangerous, Master, would you like to go down and try?"

Bearman shook his head.

"No, my intuition tells me I will die if I go down."

After clearing away the aura of death, Attilan returned to his bedroom in Azure Scale City to rest.

After sleeping for almost five days, he returned to the forest again, opened the entrance to the underground passage, and once again sneaked in.

This time, it took him half a day to reach the end of the tunnel he had dug. The five dragon pearls in his body kept spinning, and the Gourmet Divinity flashed frantically, digesting the power that was constantly eroding him.

At the same time, he accelerated his digging speed downwards. This time, he endured for five days before returning to the surface, communicating with the natural magic net to purify the aura of death.

At the same time, he intentionally injected a wisp of ultimate death aura into Old Tree Head's body.

Old Tree Head's World Tree characteristic could achieve a very good developmental effect by using this ultimate death resentment.

Returning to the bedroom again, Attilan felt that the environment here seemed to have changed somewhat. In any case, this time, he slept very soundly. In his dream, there seemed to be a beautiful woman in red dancing gracefully.

Accompanied by the beautiful singing of the woman in red, Attilan woke up.

Huh? What's going on?

Attilan looked around and felt that there was no need to worry about these small problems for the time being.

Digging for the secret treasure of the earth's core was the right path.

For the third excavation, Attilan directly passed by the World Tree remains, intending to take it with him when he returned.

After digging all the way to twenty thousand miles below the earth's core, he suddenly heard some kind of call.

Then, without turning his head, he turned around and headed towards the surface at the fastest speed... escaping!

In the process, he didn't forget to bring Old Tree Head's World Tree remains with him.