Celestial Dragon, Stop Right There!

And for all this time, he had not eaten a single morsel of food.

Vines extended from the soles of his feet, plunging straight into the earth, and it was solely by relying on the nutrients of the ground that he avoided feeling hungry.

Just at that moment, a pungent, burning stench drifted through the ventilation shaft into the treehouse, and he heard the dying wails of a man-eating flower echoing from afar—a sound that bore an uncanny resemblance to the ringing of the seashell wind chimes when Ruyan had slammed the door and left three days ago.

What was going on?

He could clearly perceive those plants emitting agonizing cries of pain.

As a Woods-Woods Fruit User, he possessed the ability to communicate with flora.

Vines grew frantically from the gaps in the floorboards, wrapping around his ankles in an attempt to drag him deep underground for refuge.

Aramaki kicked the plant away, shoved open the rickety wooden door, and the scene that met his eyes made his pupils shrink to pinpricks.

The originally emerald-green botanical garden had transformed into a living hell, filled everywhere with fire and smoke.

Aramaki burst out the door, running in the direction of the flames.

Before long, Mu Chen saw many people holding guns, cannons, and torches, setting things ablaze.

The surrounding plants roared angrily in sympathy with Aramaki, and he had just intended to rush out and stop them when he caught sight of a fat Celestial Dragon wearing a bubble helmet twenty meters away, standing there lazily directing the crowd.

A Celestial Dragon?

At that moment, Aramaki was dumbfounded; he had never imagined in his wildest dreams that it would actually be a Celestial Dragon. He held the utmost reverence for the Celestial Dragons, but this current scene left him frozen