The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 387 The Call of the Living Death
When the old tree heard Attilan say that he was the world tree, he was stunned at first, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

"I am the World Tree? Attilan, what kind of joke are you talking about? If I really am the World Tree, how come none of the druids in the Natural Council have discovered it?"

"I am an oak seed cultivated at the headquarters of the Natural Council. It was the goddess of springs who personally nurtured me to sprout. I am the World Tree. How could she not know?"

"world Tree……"

The old tree also wishes that he really is the world tree, but this is impossible.

Attilan smiled slightly.

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

The old tree swayed its crown to explain:

"Three generations of my family have been tree people nurtured by the Nature Council. My grandfather is an ancient tree of life, and my father is also an ancient tree of life. There are hundreds of tree people among my brothers."

"Including me, an ordinary oak guard, no one has shown any characteristics related to the world tree, which fully proves that we are just ordinary oaks."

Attilan was a little curious about how the tree people viewed the parent-child relationship, but what was more important now was to analyze where the world tree characteristics in the old tree head came from?

"Your grandfather and father are tree people cultivated by the Natural Council, no problem. Then what about your grandmother and mother? They may have the blood of the World Tree."

The old tree shook the acorns on its branches.

"I only have my grandfather and my father."

Attilan was speechless for a moment.

I forgot that tree people reproduce on their own.

"You tree people all self-pollinate, don't you cross-pollinate?"

The old tree thought silently and then answered:

"Yes, but there are very few tree people with only one trait. If you can't find a tree person of the same species with the corresponding trait, then the possibility of reproducing offspring tree people is very low."

Attilan's mouth twitched.

"I didn't expect that you tree people could reproduce in this way. Have you tree people who can self-pollinate ever tried to exchange pollen with other tree people?"

"See if we can cultivate better tree man seeds?"

The old tree shook his head and sighed and said:

"In the beginning, this method did produce a lot of high-quality tree people, including my father, who was a beneficiary of this method. But later, the tree man elders and the natural demigods discovered it."

"Trees cultivated in this way lack natural wildness. As time goes by, their flaws become greater and greater. The Ancient Tree of Life is basically their pinnacle. They are unable to condense natural divinity."

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

Attilan nodded and continued:

"So there are three generations of tree people like you, who are full of natural wildness, have infinite possibilities, but grow much more slowly?"

The old tree looked at the sky in the distance and sighed again.

"The World Tree is one of our greatest pursuits as tree people. It is even more attractive to us than the concentration of natural divinity."

Attilan blinked and asked:

"But for tree people, it is more beneficial to gather the divinity of nature, right?"

The old tree head was about to answer when he suddenly felt a strange force appear in his body and asked in surprise:

"Attilan, what did you do? The power in my body cannot be created by the energy of the Natural Magic Web, right?"

Attilan rolled his eyes and said:

"This is the World Tree trait in your body. Absorbing the incomplete World Tree power generated by the pure natural energy I transformed should help you ascend to the Ancient Tree of Life."

"But this World Tree trait is only a small part, and it can only advance you to the realm of the Ancient Tree of Life. That's why I asked you where you obtained the World Tree trait."

"If we can complete your bloodline, you will be able to surpass the Ancient Tree of Life and transform into the life form of the World Tree. Of course, whether it can become a real World Tree or not is up to you."

"It depends on your luck."

Although the old tree head could not understand the special natural power in his body for the time being, it was related to the tree man, and the only power he could not understand was the power of the world tree.

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

Attilan suddenly had an idea.

"Is it what you told me last time, that you absorbed the remains of the World Tree, and you thought you got nothing, but in fact you did, but your realm was low and you didn't find anything?"

The old tree head was silent for a moment and then slowly said:

"In fact, you don't have to explain it so clearly. I haven't absorbed all the remains of the World Tree yet. You are very powerful. Why don't you go down to the Abyss and take a look?"

"Did I absorb the characteristics of this world tree from the wreckage?"

The old tree was just teasing Attilan, but he didn't expect it to arouse his nature.

Attilan thought about his development of the mountain dragon veins. Although it was a level 1 wild god power combined from five dragon veins, he had also extracted all of them and relied solely on the eight-turn mountain dragon ball in his body.

The pressure of the abyss is nothing to Attilan's current dragon body and ability to control the earth.

"Let's give it a try. Use your roots to show me the direction. I'll go down and take a look."

The old tree head quickly grabbed him.

"No, my roots can reach thousands of miles under the soil, but a giant dragon like you will be crushed to death by the surrounding mud if you go down. Do you really think you are a mountain dragon?"

Attilan spat out his mountain dragon ball, which emitted a faint glow, and his dragon body turned into the khaki color of a mountain dragon, exuding a strong aura of the earth.

"Look at the way I am now. Do you still think I will be crushed to death by just some mud?"

The old tree shook his head, looking at Attilan with some shock at the sudden change in dragon vein power.

“Although I don’t know how you refined the Mountain Dragon Ball to the eighth level, that’s not just a little bit of dirt. It’s the land that can crush an ancient elemental dragon to death.”

"It's not that I haven't seen elemental dragons before. Judging from their appearance, there are indeed a few unlucky ones who were crushed to death in the earth. I have seen the long survival tunnels they dug."

Attilan patted his chest confidently.

"I'm not stupid. If I can't hold on any longer, I'll come back immediately. Don't worry, I'll use the magic of the earth dragon to reinforce the passage to prevent myself from being crushed to death by the collapsed soil."

"Okay, just be careful."

The old tree head knew that he couldn't stop Attilan, so he could only let him go. Attilan had this idea a long time ago, but he lacked strength before, and there was no benefit below.

Now that Attilan has the strength, he has also obtained the bloodline of the World Tree.

Attilan would definitely want to go down and see what kind of treasures are buried beneath the earth of the Elemental Dragon Realm.

Since he could obtain the remains of the World Tree that could help him make further progress, then Attilan might also be able to find elemental dragon souls underground that could help him make progress.

But just in case, in order to ensure Attilan's safety, the old tree head sent a message to the bear man and the old naughty boy, informing Attilan of the plan to dig down to search for treasure.

Attilan smiled and waved his hand.

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

Things like planting flags are not allowed.

Even though Attilan was confident in his strength.

Dig downwards along the roots of the old tree that emit a faint green glow, but be careful to avoid the roots so as not to harm the vitality of the old tree.

The process of searching for the remains of the World Tree was not smooth. After three days and three nights of digging, there was nothing but soil and stone in front of us.

The process was so boring that Attilan couldn't help it.

He couldn't bear it anymore after just three days, and Attilan realized that his state of mind was still too bad.

But when Attilan turned around and spent half a day returning to the ground, he breathed in the fresh natural energy brought by the natural magic network on the surface.

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

He frowned and asked the old tree:
"Old Tree, what do you think of the soil underground? Do you feel anything special when you absorb power from the soil?"

The old tree head asked him back:

"Doesn't the mud from the abyss of the ground, when absorbed by any tree man, feel filled with a 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 felt after digging down. That extremely negative aura of resentment and death made my dragon soul seem to tremble."

Even the old tree heads were surprised.

“Is that soil so scary?”

Attilan keenly grasped the key point. The old tree head could not sense it, but he did.

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

Attilan's expression was very excited. Although the breath made him feel very uncomfortable, it also meant that there was a huge treasure hidden under the abyss.

Or a big hidden danger!
The buried god was either an elemental dragon or an attacking god.

Still unknown.

Regardless of which side he chooses, Attilan believes that he can use the divine power of gourmet food to cook the remains of the gods beneath the ground into qualified food, and eat it to increase his strength.

Looking at the mud all over his body, Attilan shook his head tiredly.

"I'll go back and rest for a while, and then think about how to find the buried remains of the battlefield where the gods fought. There are many remains there, condensing a strong breath of death."

Attilan suddenly felt that the gods raised the earth to seal this battlefield not necessarily just to destroy the structure of the elemental dragon world.

The following things may be troublesome.

But releasing that thing would most likely be beneficial to him, the reincarnation of the Dragon God.

It was this aura of resentment and death that was a little too strong even for him now.

Smelling the scent on his body, Attilan frowned slightly.

The bear man and the old naughty boy both teleported to the side of the old tree. The bear man frowned and walked forward, putting his hand on Attilan to release lightning.

Attilan faced the thunder and lightning, smiled and said:
"Master, you wouldn't give me such a high-level gift right when we meet, right?"

"You have been tainted with the ultimate breath of death, those unwilling resentments, jealousy of life, especially a life dragon like you. Dragons are originally powerful creatures."

"You are also a dragon of life, and you are the most hated enemy to those resentful spirits. Originally, they were sleeping under the earth, waiting for the day to completely dissipate."

"If you go and dig them out, they will become resentful if you are disturbed. And you are a dragon of life, so they will naturally use all their strength to target you without regard for the consequences."

"Many tomb robbers disturb the sleeping spirits. The spirits attach themselves to the remains and attack the intruders. After absorbing the intruders' vitality, they will attack the living even more crazily."

"Do you think you can handle it?"

Watching the gray-white gas being forced out of the bear man's body and falling onto the surrounding grass and trees, the grass and trees instantly turned withered and dead.

The bear man withdrew his hand and said:
"I can only force out this much. You have to purify the rest yourself."

After the bear man's thunder and lightning, Attilan could finally smell the stench on his body.

It smells like a corpse that has been rotting for who knows how long.

The old naughty boy moved his nose but smelled nothing, and suddenly felt a little frustrated.

"Without divinity, is it true that I can't smell anything?"

Attilan restored his pure white dragon body, and the five-colored scales on his body began to glow. Five dragon balls spun wildly in his body, dispelling the breath of death that permeated him bit by bit.

After learning about the condition of the dragon body, his expression gradually turned ugly.

"I was infected to this extent without even realizing it. No wonder I feel uncomfortable. If I continue digging, I might be infected and become a zombie."

The old tree shook its crown in surprise.

"Impossible. I went thousands of miles deep and didn't find anything wrong. How come you've been corroded by the resentment of death to this extent after only going three thousand miles?"

Attilan smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Because this thing only infects divine creatures, it can actually benefit from the resentment of ordinary creatures."

"Why is this happening?"

The old tree head was very puzzled.

The old naughty boy broke away from his decadence.

"Perhaps in order to prevent the enemy from absorbing their divinity, those gods made some arrangements before their fall."

"Attilan, you'd better not go down there. Cover up this hole."

Attilan rubbed his dragon claws.

"No, I want to give it a try. After I purified these grievances, I found that my gourmet divinity and dragon divinity were enhanced. There is indeed a treasure below."

"Although it's a little dangerous, Master, why don't you go down and give it a try?"

The bear-man shook his head.

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

After clearing away the smell of death, Attilan returned to his bedroom in Qinglin City to rest.

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

This time it took him half a day to reach the end of the tunnel he dug. The five dragon balls in his body kept turning, and the gourmet divinity flashed wildly, digesting the power around him that kept eroding him.

At the same time, he sped up digging downwards. This time it took him five days to return to the surface and communicate with the natural magic network to purify the breath of death.

At the same time, it is interesting to inject a breath of extreme death into the old tree's body.

The world tree characteristics of the old tree head can achieve very good development effects by utilizing this extreme resentment of death.

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

Attilan woke up to the beautiful singing of the woman in red.

Ok?What's happening here?
Attilan looked around and felt that there was no need to worry about these small problems for the time being.

The right way is to dig for the secret treasure in the center of the earth.

During the third excavation, Attilan passed by the remains of the World Tree directly, intending to take him with him on the way back.

After digging 20,000 miles to the center of the earth, he suddenly heard a call.

Then he turned around without looking back and fled towards the surface as fast as he could...!
During the process, he did not forget to bring the remains of the old tree from the World Tree.

(End of this chapter)