Chapter 139: Ultimate Transformation

Soul moss is a magic plant. Like most magic plants, it decays once it leaves the soil. It must be stored in a magic vessel immediately, or solidified with some magic-preserving techniques. The child had nothing and picked it with his bare hands, which was simply a waste of heaven's gifts.

The roar from the sky startled the child, who sat down on the ground, panic-stricken, gesturing upwards with the wooden shovel in his hand.

The child looked up, revealing a face with tiny dragon scales on his cheeks, nose bridge, and eyebrows.

"Eh, Dragon Thrall? Whose Dragon Thrall? Little Nai Aili, yours?" Nai Ge Li Si asked in surprise.

Nai Nai Aili flew down, sniffed the child, and said with disgust: "Yes, I don't want this Dragon Thrall."

"Ah? Why don't you want it? It's your Dragon Thrall, you have to be responsible," Nai Ge Li Si said.

Alan Bulu Si Ke also landed and said seriously: "Grandma Nai Nai Aili, although you have high seniority, you cannot abandon your own Dragon Thrall. If you really want to do this, I will have to invoke the Black Dragon Code."

Nai Nai Aili pouted aggrievedly: "I know..." Then she slapped Nai Ge Li Si on the head with a claw: "You be responsible, you smell like poop."

Pfft! So that's why she disliked it. If it smells, just wash it clean.

A Dragon Thrall is a creature polluted by dragon power. Some creatures living in the dragon's territory will directly or indirectly come into contact with the dragon's power, leading to pollution and becoming a Dragon Thrall.

It's unclear whether being polluted by dragon power is a good thing or a bad thing. Some creatures have mastered a little dragon power, and whether they practice or learn, they can get twice the result with half the effort. But some creatures cannot bear the dragon power, or are plagued by diseases, or die directly.

But no matter what the consequences are, the dragon needs to be responsible for it itself. The Dragon Clan's Black Dragon Code stipulates that whoever pollutes must govern, and any Dragon Thrall polluted by any dragon must be responsible for it itself, and it is not allowed to be abandoned.

Of course, dragons are not kind creatures. The code only stipulates that they must be responsible, but does not stipulate how to be responsible. Whether it is eating, enslaving, or raising, it is an attitude of being responsible.

The Little Angel landed. Ever since it didn't turn to ash when it released Holy Light, Ang no longer confiscated its wings.

It flew to the child's side and lifted him up.

The child was so scared that he waved the wooden shovel in his hand wildly, hitting the Little Angel with a patter. The clean white dress and the fair, tender little face were hit with gray marks.

The Little Angel punched the child in the eye socket without hesitation.

"Don't! Oh oh oh!!" Nai Ge Li Si shouted in fear. With the Little Angel's strength, wouldn't a punch explode the child's head?

Fortunately, fortunately, this situation did not occur. The child's eye socket was hit with a black eye, and he was in so much pain that tears streamed down. He threw down the wooden shovel, covered his eyes, and wailed.

The Little Angel punched the child's other eye socket again, and suddenly both eyes were panda eyes.

The child was in so much pain that his nose was running, and for a while, he didn't have time to wail. After a while, the strength eased, and he cried again.

Then, unsurprisingly, he was punched in the cheek by the Little Angel again. Cry, get punched, don't cry and nothing happens. The child almost instinctively covered his mouth.

The Little Angel nodded with satisfaction, shook the child it was holding, shook off the debris on his body, and then raised Holy Light with the other hand, wiping it on the child's face. A rough face was wiped clean.

Those dirt, blackheads, and skin dander were all purified under the light of the purification technique, which was more effective than any Death Finger whitening and spot-removing technique.

The oil on the hair had already knotted the hair into a lump. After being wiped by the purification technique, it was like being brushed hard with a bristle brush, so clean that it couldn't be knotted. However, the damaged hair quality definitely couldn't be made up, and it was messy, dry, and split.

But for this Dragon Thrall child in front of him, this was already a magical and incredible means, shocking him so much that he stared with two bright eyes, looking at the Little Angel with admiration.

The Little Angel wiped him clean bit by bit, like a little chick that had just hatched, with clean hair fluffy and very cute.

Nai Ge Li Si flew over and asked: "Little friend, what is your name?"

"Yi yi ya ya." The Dragon Thrall child made an unintelligible sound.

After some communication, Nai Ge Li Si said: "Can't speak, no language ability. Is he the only one here? No way?"

"Little friend, where do you live? Are there other people?"

"Yi yi ya ya." The Dragon Thrall child said.

Because he was a Dragon Thrall, he grew up relatively strong, but after a careful check, Nai Ge Li Si found that he might only be four or five years old.

A Dragon Thrall child without language ability and unable to communicate could not get useful information from him, so Nai Ge Li Si had to search around himself.

A child of this age does not have much survival ability, so his range of activities will not be too large. After a circle, Nai Ge Li Si found his residence.

It was in a concave cave not far away. The cave was not deep, and it could probably accommodate two people sitting inside to shelter from the wind and rain. At this time, a skeleton was already sitting in the deepest part of the concave cave, and a lot of dust had accumulated on the bones. Clearly, it had been dead for a long time.

But a blanket was carefully covered on the skeleton, and only the corners had traces of being turned over. Next to the traces was a shallow pit polished bright. After a careful comparison, it was probably the size of the Dragon Thrall child.

Just from this skeleton and the traces in the concave cave, Nai Ge Li Si could infer what had probably happened.

This skeleton brought an infant to live in seclusion here before he died. I don't know what accident happened, he suddenly died violently. The infant survived on his own, relying on soul moss and other plants catalyzed by dragon power on the nearby cliff wall, and thus was polluted and became a Dragon Thrall.

Because no one taught him, he couldn't speak and had no language ability. He didn't even understand that the skeleton was already dead, and he covered the skeleton with a precious blanket, while he only occupied a little bit.

It was so difficult, but this child struggled to survive like this.

After listening to Nai Ge Li Si's speculation, Nai Nai Aili's maternal love couldn't help but overflow: "Oh, it's too pitiful, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Dragon Mother will take care of you in the future, hey hey, come here and let Dragon Mother hug you." As she said, she wanted to reach out and hug him.

Who knew that the Dragon Thrall child swooshed and hid behind the Little Angel, looking at her vigilantly.

"Ah, don't run, I am your Dragon Mother, come here quickly, you are my Dragon Thrall, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Nai Nai Aili said.

The Dragon Thrall child did not respond, just stared with wide eyes, looking at her vigilantly. Nai Nai Aili wanted to go around and grab him, but was dodged by him around the Little Angel.

"Okay, it seems my Dragon Thrall doesn't recognize me." Nai Nai Aili sighed.

"Who told you to dislike him when he was dirty just now? He remembered your dislike." Nai Ge Li Si laughed gloatingly, and then was scratched on the face by Nai Nai Aili's claw.

Ang tilted his head and looked at the skeleton for a long time, then suddenly beckoned with his finger.

The skeleton covered with a blanket stood up suddenly.

The Dragon Thrall child's eyes flashed with surprise, crying out "yi ya yi ya", and rushed to the front of the skeleton quickly, but after crying a few times, he found that the skeleton didn't pay attention to him, and he couldn't help but purse his lips, and bean-sized tears rolled in his eye sockets.

Nai Ge Li Si flew to Ang and asked puzzledly: "What are you doing moving it?"

"Residual consciousness." Ang said.

Nai Ge Li Si couldn't help but fly to the skeleton and check it carefully, only then did he find the information remaining on it.

Residual consciousness is information left by a soul with a strong will on a body or object. For example, Firm Bone Luoke's hand bone left a lot of information, which was finally interpreted by the Purple Skeleton Titan, thereby building a teleportation array that could communicate with the World Transit Station.

If there was no information left by Firm Bone Luoke, even if the teleportation array was built, the Purple Skeleton Clan could not have contacted the World Transit Station.

By the same token, this skeleton left similar information. If the skeleton was not an existence with a powerful soul like Luoke before he died, then being able to leave information on the skeleton could only indicate that his soul activity was very intense before he died, which is commonly known as dying with eyes wide open.

Ang didn't need to be as troublesome as the Purple Skeleton Clan to interpret the remaining information. He transported a little soul energy over, let the soul energy condense into soul fire with the residual consciousness as the core, and then he could interpret this information through the soul fire.

"Child, take care."

"Magic rice is almost successful, I am not reconciled."

"I am the strongest Druid."

"Dragon poop is really smelly..."

Ang read out the interpreted information sentence by sentence. The last sentence almost made Nai Nai Aili explode her scales.

"So it was a Druid. What is magic rice? Is it a new rice seed he cultivated? Child take care, who is it referring to? This child? No name? Not his child?" Nai Ge Li Si analyzed the interpreted information, and at the same time searched it, finding a package from the position where the skeleton originally stayed.

"A bag of rice seeds, a planting manual, a Druid secret method, a magic robe, some odds and ends."

"Show me the magic robe." Alan Bulu Si Ke saw the mark on the magic robe and said urgently.

After taking it and looking at it, Alan Bulu Si Ke said: "I know who he is. Spring Breeze Great Druid, the most powerful Druid among humans. He disappeared a few years ago. I didn't expect him to die here."

"Last year, at the Spring Breeze Cup Druid Competition named after him, a grain seed with a yield of over 1,000 jin per mu appeared. I heard it was cultivated by his rival, specifically taken to the competition named after him to show off, wanting to provoke him to come out. I didn't expect him to be dead." Alan Bulu Si Ke said incredulously.

"Humanity's strongest Druid? Is he very strong?" Nai Ge Li Si asked.

He hadn't heard this name, but this wasn't strange. Since he was the strongest human, no matter how strong he was, he was only human, and he wasn't born a thousand years ago. For example, the Truth Mage who blocked Alan Bulu Si Ke in the outer sea before, Nai Ge Li Si didn't know what the other party was called.

Alan Bulu Si Ke thought for a while and said: "Close to the level of truth."

Alan Bulu Si Ke, who is a Truth powerhouse, said the other party was close to truth, so there must be no moisture. Nai Ge Li Si was shocked: "Close to truth? That's very strong, how could he die here?"

After saying that, he hurriedly checked the skeleton, and there was no damage. Clearly, he didn't die because of trauma.

"Maybe he was too old. He was nearly 500 years old. Humans don't seem to have a record of being able to live to this age. He was already the human powerhouse with the longest lifespan I know." For some reason, Alan Bulu Si Ke's tone had a hint of relief.

"If it really is him, then this is definitely not his child. He was 500 years old, it's hard to..." Alan Bulu Si Ke added at the end.

Nai Ge Li Si quietly leaned to Alan Bulu Si Ke's side and asked in a low voice: "Did you have a grudge against him? Why do you seem relieved?"

"Grudge? No, no." Alan Bulu Si Ke shook its head hurriedly: "How is that possible, I don't even know him. I'm just fortunate. Fortunately, humans have short lives. A mere 500 years, and they are already close to truth. If they lived longer, we dragons would have no way to live."

As he said that, he looked at Nai Ge Li Si with envy again: "But the most enviable thing is the undead, immortal. Sigh, life races, no matter how powerful the powerhouse is, they can't escape the shackles of birth, old age, sickness, and death. Undead, even the most fragile skeleton, can be immortal. It's too enviable."

In an instant, Alan Bulu Si Ke lost interest in talking. Thinking that he would die of old age in a few thousand years, he couldn't raise any interest at all.

Nai Ge Li Si didn't know how to comfort him. Should he say that he wasn't an undead? But because he became a god, he could live until now. Wouldn't that be even more hitting people?

Just as he wanted to change the subject, suddenly, a heart-palpitating aura erupted from Ang's position.

Nai Ge Li Si turned his head to look, only to see Ang holding the Druid secret method, looking at it intently. The heart-palpitating aura came from Ang.

Nai Ge Li Si remembered this aura. He would never forget this aura in his life. The one who beat him into a dead dog and dragged him back to the Palace of Rest was this aura, Firm Bone Luoke's aura.

Why would Firm Bone Luoke's aura erupt from Ang?

Just as he wanted to ask, he saw a distortion in front of Ang. Ang's Luoke's hand was raised in front of him, and in front of him, a figure was slowly reflected.

Purple-gold skeleton, purple soul fire, the mourning fire flashing in his eyes, it was the figure that made him tremble—Lord of Mourning, Firm Bone Luoke.

Firm Bone Luoke also raised his hand and touched Ang's hand. The whole space was distorted, and Ang and Firm Bone Luoke seemed to have merged. Finally, only a purple-gold skeleton stood in place.

Alan Bulu Si Ke swallowed dragon saliva and said with difficulty: "Using objects as a medium, using spirit as a bridge, transforming into all things, this is the Druid's ultimate transformation."

"I... I know, but, but why can he transform into Firm Bone Luoke?" Nai Ge Li Si said tremblingly.

"How strong the spiritual power is, you can become a creature with the same spiritual power. Maybe the Firm Bone Luoke you mentioned has weak spiritual power. Using objects as a medium, does Lord Ang have Firm Bone Luoke's things on him?" Alan Bulu Si Ke said.

It hadn't seen Firm Bone Luoke, the information obtained from the bloodline was dry, and it couldn't feel how powerful Firm Bone Luoke was.

Nai Ge Li Si gasped, thinking to himself: Ang's spiritual power is as strong as Firm Bone Luoke? God, impossible, right?

Just at this moment, Ang's feet lifted, and then he stepped on the ground fiercely.

After stepping on this foot, Ang seemed to have exhausted all his strength, bang, his figure distorted, and he changed back to the original gray skeleton.

"Phew, less than ten seconds, fortunately, fortunately." Nai Ge Li Si let out a sigh of disappointment or relief. Transformation can only last for ten seconds, which is reasonable.

If Ang could maintain the transformation of Firm Bone Luoke all the time, then he would have to doubt whether the strength Ang had been showing was fake.

"The last step, is it the King's Arrival? Why is there no movement? Is it because he changed back, so the skill was interrupted?"

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