Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1247 - 1247 810 Something that Attracts It

Chapter 1247: Chapter 810: Sothing that Attracts It Chapter 1247: Chapter 810: Sothing that Attracts It In the Dinsional Space, a hand bone fluttered to and fro, turning over the gravel to ensure it fully mixed with velvet.

Gravel is prone to crusting, has poor water perability, and lacks cohesion, making it highly unsuitable for planting, but these are minor issues, easily rectified.

Ange had at least a hundred thods for soil improvent, and from those, he chose the most convenient ones: first planting a batch of velvet, then a batch of tender hemp, and finally, a batch of Axe Potatoes, and he introduced a pair of fat field bugs to the mix.

One could tell just from the na “fat field bugs” that they were ant for fertilizing the land; these insects, specifically cultivated by Insect God Herl, would consu any kind of organic waste—just like Herl himself—they’d eat and then excrete.

What they excreted wasn’t feces, but, much like the black mist released by Herl, the substance they left behind could alter the soil’s properties once it dried.

Because they didn’t use Divine Power and relied solely on consumption for fertilization, their efficiency wasn’t very high.

This characteristic, however, endowed them with excellent adaptability; they didn’t need the offerings of devoted followers. As long as they had sothing to eat, they could fertilize the land. And even if there was nothing, it didn’t matter; they could curl up and hibernate, sleeping for decades or centuries without issue.

Furthermore, they’d eat just about any refuse: effective at disposing of kudzu rice husks, wild grass, and rotten vegetable leaves.

With these two bugs present, everything that Little Bone grew could be processed with maximum efficiency, returning the useless parts back to the land, thereby enriching the soil.

If too much organic material was produced in the future and it began to rot from not being consud quickly enough, the fat field bugs that feasted on the rotten matter would start to reproduce, until the rate of decay was slower than the rate at which they could consu it.

“Just by relying on such a simple chanism, ‘eating rotten matter’ can control their numbers to achieve ecological balance? Is it really that simple?” Negris asked, his eyes widening in astonishnt after the introduction.

Ange made a ‘correct’ gesture with the hand bone.

“Wow, but are you really not going with them? What if they can’t defeat the Void Will?” Negris inquired.

Upon hearing there was an opportunity to annihilate the Void Will, the Monarch eagerly volunteered without a second thought, “I’ll go, I’ll go; you pinpoint the location.”

If this had happened before, Ange definitely would have been reluctant, but now that he had new things to play with, he had to ‘reluctantly’ agree.

Before leaving, the Monarch handed him a large mass of ‘stuff’:

“These are consciousnesses I plundered from killing those Ancient Gods. If consciousness is really as important as Big Mouth says, then these should be quite valuable. You should research them.”

Ange nodded and casually stuffed them into the Bronze Book.

“Oh yes, Nage can seal these things. Had I known, I would’ve given them to you earlier. In my possession, they continuously dissipate, so that’s what those guys ant by ‘indestructible’? When they disperse, they return to the Void?” the Monarch muttered, dashing off with Abyssal Big Mouth and Dark Abyss in tow.

…

Ange’s hand bone mixed the gravel light-heartedly and rhythmically, a clear indication of his good mood. However, his words once again infuriated Negris, causing him to jump up in anger, “, pinpoint.”

“What pinpoint, you’ve just thrown the Undead God there as a locator so you can tend to your lands, always finding an excuse,” he accused.

Seeing that Negris was upset, Ange quickly changed his approach, “Mist, gather, manifestation.”

Ange’s hand bone zipped back and forth, sprinkling a pile of sand grains on the ground.

Negris huffed crossly. Gathering mist was barely considered proper business, and Ange’s thod consisted rely of squatting sowhere and then executing the profundities of the Abyss, and that was it.

His real concern wasn’t the gathering of mist at all. The only progress he’d made was having Little Zombie watch from outside and a group of Fog City Ghosts manifested as sentries, ensuring they wouldn’t fail to hear calls as they did the first ti.

Anthony, clutching the hem of his robe, ran back from the distant desert, exclaiming in amazent, “This space is so vast, it’s at least three hundred kiloters in radius, much larger than Resting Camp.”

“Pfft… Three hundred kiloters? Radius? So the diater would be six hundred kiloters? Bigger than Fallen Dragon Lake?” Negris was also astonished.

“Yeah, it’s unbelievable,” Anthony had truly experienced the might of the Primordial God. The Hole Bug had squeezed out a huge space with a diater of six hundred kiloters with just a squish. If it was squishing seriously, how massive would the space be?

“Space Passage, capable of holding countless planes, no wonder Your Majesty always said the Chaos Plane isn’t what we see. It must be filled with these kinds of independent or semi-independent Dinsional Worlds everywhere, just like a sponge full of holes,” Negris said, lost in thought.

Anthony exclaid, “A sponge, yes, just like a sponge, it’s such an appropriate description. Holes everywhere, and a bug gnawing through it, making it more tattered as it chews.”

Just like the insects of sumr are perplexed by ice and snow, plane creatures like Negris and Anthony find it very hard to comprehend the Chaos Plane. What they see is different from what Ange sees.

For the sa expanse of the Void, they could only see pitch-black nothingness, but Ange could see depressions, protrusions, holes, distortions, and whirlpools; their understanding of the Void was completely different.

Now, with Negris’s analogy, Anthony imdiately visualized a sponge full of holes. If those sponges were removed and replaced with the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, wouldn’t that be the true visage of the Chaos Plane?

“It’s so complex, no wonder everyone says Primordial Gods are hard to kill. If you can’t even figure out in which Dinsion their true form exists, how can you possibly kill them?” Negris mused.

Anthony looked up at Ange, who was pinching a ball, and nodded in deep agreent.

Was this hand Ange’s true form? It was, but would destroying this hand kill Ange? No.

“In that case, the mont when the Void Will revived the Ancient Godlight really might have been the only chance to eliminate him. I hope His Majesty succeeds,” Anthony sighed.

Just then, the hand bone flying about in the sky suddenly dropped, grabbed Anthony, and dragged him out.

Negris hesitated for a few seconds before realizing what had happened and quickly projected into his external body.

What everyone saw was a vast expanse of empty Void because Ange had used the Abyss Arcanum, sucking up all the surrounding Chaos Mist.

This might have been the first ti since the explosion of the Ancient Godlight that soone in the depths of the Chaos Plane had used the Abyss Arcanum. The Abyssal Big Mouth itself only dared to nibble around the edges on the periphery, never daring to cause chaos in the depths of the Chaos Plane.

Thus, this stretch of the Void might have beco empty for the first ti since the Ancient Godlight, revealing an enormous coffin.

“Farbis? When did he co out?” Anthony exclaid in surprise.

“It’s not Farbis; the Imprint is wrong. Didn’t Farbis say that there are three Law Monunts in the Void? Besides itself, the Dark Origin has one, so could this be the third?” Negris speculated.

“Do you recognize what this Imprint is?” Anthony asked.

Negris shook his head, “I don’t recognize it, but it should be one of the Laws of the Void, just not sure which one.”

Ange suddenly said, “Undying.”

“Oh, the Undying Consciousness Imprint, how co it’s here?” Negris understood, asking with confusion.

Anthony guessed, “It might have been lost. The Chaos Plane is so vast, shrouded in mist year-round, even Void Origin could not have searched every place. Besides Farbis, the other two Void Law Monunts have no consciousness, so they ended up lost here.”

Indeed, the Chaos Plane was too vast. Under the shroud of mist, even Primordial Gods had limited visibility, like walking in a dark forest. Unless one stumbled upon it by sheer luck, it was difficult to find a Void Law Monunt.

“You and your dog’s luck,” Negris was used to it by now and casually mocked.

At that mont, the Little Sapling on Ange’s shoulder suddenly popped up, enthusiastically waving its True Leaves at the Void Law Monunt sending an excited signal: Ya—Ya—

Little Sapling had been very quiet lately, seemingly in so stage of evolution, so it hadn’t popped up for a long while. It was unexpected that it would do so now—could there be sothing on the Void Law Monunt that attracted it?