Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1231 - 1231 794 Shouldnt Be Called Enlightenment

Chapter 1231: Chapter 794: Shouldn’t Be Called Enlightennt Aura Chapter 1231: Chapter 794: Shouldn’t Be Called Enlightennt Aura Farbis was dragged back to the platform, and a big crowd of Ancient Gods followed, all of them visiting the realm of the Undead Ruler for the first ti and curiously looking around.

Anthony floated over; interrogations were sothing he handled quite smoothly, so Farbis left it to him to conduct the questioning.

Ange went off by himself into the Chaos Mist outside, reached out with a vague grab, and imdiately the surrounding Chaos Mist was drawn towards him, gathering in his palm.

Negriss flew over and curiously asked, “What are you doing? Have you found sothing?”

Ange continued to play with the Chaos Mist in his hand and replied, “The mist, it’s odd.”

“Oh, how odd?” Negriss grew even more curious. It knew Ange’s personality well – he wouldn’t speak rashly. If he said it was odd, there must certainly be sothing peculiar about it.

Ange scratched his head and said, “Primordial Body, sees things, differently.”

“How differently?” asked Negriss, imdiately understanding. The Chaos Mist seen by the Primordial Body was different? What was different about it?

It was not surprising, as even in the Pri Material Plane, mortals and Gods perceived Faith Elental Force differently. Mortals saw the effects of the Faith Elental Force, but what Ange saw was the Soul Fla, lines, a network of faith.

What did the Chaos Mist look like through the eyes of the Primordial Body?

Ange pondered with distress for a while and shook his head, as this surpassed his ability to explain. It was one of those levels of understanding that a Primordial Body would intuitively get, but a layperson couldn’t explain.

Perhaps soone else, more articulate, could have explained it, but this was too challenging for Ange.

Nevertheless, Ange tried to demonstrate it in a way Negriss could understand. In his hand, the Mist of Belief suddenly transford into a flow of mud, streaming downward, and as it left his palm, it began to spread out slowly.

Following that, the Mist of Belief turned into seeds that fell down onto the mud that had spread out earlier, taking root and sprouting.

The process of the crops growing was like a demonstration in a simulator, on the small patch of land made from mud, tiny crops bore plentiful fruit.

Negriss approached, astonished, and pinched one, “Is it real? Alive? You can materialize these things out of the Chaos Mist?”

Ange nodded.

“But… but why can’t the Old Immortal materialize them? All those crops he tended were fake,” Negriss exclaid in surprise.

Ange said, “He, doesn’t know.”

“Doesn’t know? Do you an he doesn’t recognize those crops, so he can’t materialize the real ones?” Negriss inquired.

Ange nodded.

Negriss, with hands on hips, thought hard with his head bowed. To materialize the real thing you must recognize it, if you don’t recognize it you can only materialize a fake, clearly ‘recognition’ doesn’t refer to the nas of the crops.

What kind of recognition is needed to materialize real crops? If you don’t recognize the crops, but do recognize sothing else, like minerals, could you materialize minerals?

What force forms this materialization? Is it the power of the Chaos Mist? Or the power of the Primordial Body? Or perhaps both are necessary?

As Negriss racked his brains, Anthony, who had completed the interrogation, floated over with a sowhat troubled expression and said, “Though I’ve gotten the answers, there are so things I don’t understand and simply can’t articulate. It’s just as His Majesty said, a creature of this plane such as myself knows too little about the structure of the Void.”

Despite the fact that the Monarch had already explained the structure of the Chaos Plane to everyone, most just listened and then forgot about it. Probably only Ange truly understood it.

It’s like trying to describe colors to soone who was born blind. You could talk endlessly, but it’s nothing compared to the person seeing it for themselves.

If Anthony was not familiar with sothing, it would be very difficult for him to transform it into rhetoric to coax the other party into revealing truly useful information. He could only resort to conventional questioning, which made it hard for him to determine whether the other party was telling the truth or not.

Ordinary humans at least have micro-expressions on their faces that can be observed, but what expressions could a stone with no face possibly have?

“It states that it is the Monunt of Ten Thousand Realms, a Divine Artifact possessing the power of laws. Once a law’s Imprint is engraved, it will hold the power of that law, and it will wander the Void to uphold the dignity of those laws. Both the Little Demon King and Starfire have confird this claim,” reported Anthony.

Negriss exclaid, “This is essentially a tribunal.”

Anthony nodded, “That’s how I understood it, too. Not just a tribunal, but also a lawbook that can fly on its own. No wonder it said it was like Lord Nage, from that perspective they are indeed the sa – both books.”

Negriss pondered and said, “So, can I understand it this way? It’s a book that’s co alive with self-awareness. Because of that, it engraved law Imprints on itself and flies around, using the na of the laws to judge others?”

Anthony’s eyes lit up, “That interpretation works as well. Why didn’t I think of that? What they say is true, even a fool who thinks a thousand tis will have a useful thought once in a while. Lord Nage, you’re quite remarkable.”

Negriss crossed his arms and swished his tail, “Isn’t that obvious… Ouch, you Death God’s Staff! Are you calling a fool?”

Though he joked as usual, Anthony actually felt that Negriss’s guess was very sensible and sothing he himself had overlooked.

“To whom did you receive the authority to engrave the Laws of the Void and judge others everywhere?” Anthony re-summoned Farbis for questioning.

“Of course, the laws themselves bestowed this authority upon to uphold their dignity,” Farbis stated as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Anthony said with a smile, “But it appears that you don’t really have the strength to uphold the dignity of laws.”

Farbis responded with indignation, “Even Primordial Gods have the power to violate laws, and Law Breakers can do so as well. I’m just plagued by misfortune, I rely had the bad luck to encounter two Primordial Gods.”

Anthony and Negriss exchanged glances, thinking to themselves: This misfortune of yours involves more than just one tangle; you also ran into Law Breakers.

Farbis’s tone made it clear to Anthony that it wasn’t that the laws weren’t strong, but that Ange and the Monarch were just too powerful, beyond the laws’ restraint.

Considering this, Anthony asked, “If we are beyond the reach of the engraved laws, then what use do we have for you?”

“I can engrave the laws of the Void and also the Ti Law. Given enough energy, I can use the Ti Law to reverse ti, reviving the Light and the God of Tree. With their past experience, the God of Tree will surely find a way to maintain the balance of the Void, and the Void Will won’t dare to command us at will anymore.”

Listening to Farbis’s resentful tone, a thought suddenly flashed through Anthony’s mind, a line once spoken by heretics: “The Plane has suffered under the Church of Light for too long…”

Negriss interjected with a question, “How do we know you’re not trying to deceive us with the Ti Law? Once you’ve engraved the Ti Law, won’t you be able to control ti? What if you reverse ti, back to before you t us?”

Anthony slapped his thigh in a sudden realization, “Lord Nage, you’ve changed, you’ve beco so wise. What happened?”

“Ha ha ha!” The Monarch, who had been watching the spectacle, suddenly burst into laughter, “That’s right! I asked Ange to withdraw his Enlightennt Aura to test sothing. Nage, have you ever thought that your Enlightennt Aura might not be aptly nad ‘Enlightennt’?”