Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1545: 1106: So This Is the Occult?

Chapter 1545: Chapter 1106: So This Is the Occult?

The witch was utterly perplexed. This was the first ti the Divine Master had ever scolded her, and with such a disdainful tone, calling her “damned.” Why was this happening? Wasn’t the Divine Master supposed to protect her? Why disdain her?

Could it be… could it be that she really had offended soone even the Divine Master didn’t wish to provoke? A group of humans? A Silver Dragon?

In her shock, a powerful intention was projected onto her, then leapt away from her body to condense into a phantom form out of thin air.

This thod of projection consus an imnse amount of energy. With a focal point, the energy consumption is one unit; without one, the consumption is ten units or more—tenfold and beyond.

The White Crystal the witch was currently inhabiting could serve as a focal point, the most energy-efficient thod being to project onto the crystal. However, the Divine Master chose to spend ten tis the energy instead of projecting onto the White Crystal. This left her even more bewildered.

“Lord Xiluo greets the Plane Consciousness. I bid you well,” the phantom materialized, and this so-called Lord Xiluo politely bent at the waist and placed a hand to his chest in a gesture of salutation.

From his title and this formal gesture, one could infer much. Negris asked in astonishnt, “Lord Xiluo? A na? Are you human?”

Most gods, be it from Origins or Magic, have nas symbolizing clear archetypes—Light, Devour, Darkness, Growth, Wind, Fire, Water, Earth, etc.

But so nas directly bear human associations. For example, Adams’ Repressing Ring—things directly bearing a na often have a high likelihood of being invented by the person with that na.

Xiluo sounded distinctly like a na, and moreover, a human na. The gesture of bending at the waist and placing a hand to the chest also implies a species with “waists,” “hands,” and “chests.” If the Iron Scale Cleaner were to invent a gesture, it would likely involve licking you.

“Indeed, I once was,” Xiluo replied.

Upon hearing this, the witch’s eyes widened to the point of bulging; her face showed utter disbelief, and sothing deep within her was shattering.

“And now?” Anthony gestured at him with his hands, indicating he wanted to know what kind of existence he was now.

“I am now but a minor god, tending to a Prairie Tribe in seclusion, growing so crops, doing small crafts, and supporting a few followers,” Xiluo said humbly.

The witch’s worldview fragnted completely. The Divine Master she revered as omnipotent now seed akin to a humble farr paying taxes to a tax collector? A minor god? Growing so crops? Doing crafts?

Why? Why was this happening? What on earth was this Plane Consciousness?

Anthony happened to voice that sa question: “You know the Plane Consciousness?”

“Though I don’t know it personally, the ability to seal consciousness within White Crystal—only Plane Consciousness could likely achieve this,” Xiluo said.

The witch was stunned. Was it really so difficult to seal her here?

“Tell us about your situation then—particularly, what’s the deal with this body?” Anthony pointed at the Minor Source Physique and asked.

Xiluo hesitated before replying, “I am pleased to answer the Lord’s question; however, after answering, could you perhaps release the unruly little witch?”

“Her? No problem. If your answers prove valuable, I might even reward you,” Anthony said.

Xiluo scoffed indifferently, but was inwardly relieved as long as these terrifying figures had no lingering interest. Kvada… Even selling grain, this guy had managed to provoke such horrifying beings. He couldn’t believe it.

After Xiluo’s explanation, everyone finally understood his level of existence—essentially the sa as the witch described, but from a different angle.

Xiluo had originally been a scholar specializing in mysticism. Mysticism, a field dabbling in divine entities and the occult, led Xiluo to discover a thod for godhood after long studies.

From that mont onward, he consciously cultivated followers, spreading doctrines centered around himself, and dedicated major resources to improving the lives of the populace. In the end, he truly ignited a Divine Fire.

However, as a minor god, he was nothing significant within the Divine Light Alliance; even a single Mourning Undead Soldier could beat him senseless. Thus, Xiluo lived very low-key, only spreading faith within his limited territory and never expanding outward.

This brought another problem—the scale of his followers could not expand. Undeterred, Xiluo found another path: self-sustenance. He studied farming and breeding techniques, transforming his primarily nomadic followers into semi-nomadic, semi-agricultural settlents.

Since then, the population of the Prairie exploded, growing by several dozen tis, and Xiluo’s Divine Power similarly multiplied.

Yet what truly set Xiluo apart wasn’t his agricultural achievents but his packaging ability in mysticism. He had perfectly styled himself as an omnipotent Divine Master. Even to his witch followers, he was regarded as all-powerful—a feat not easily accomplished.

The closer one is to a god, the less reverence one feels for them. Figures like Guliani, Dyson, Anthony—they knew too much, aware that gods were hardly insurmountable. But Xiluo had managed to instill unwavering faith, a rarity.

Still, this wasn’t Xiluo’s greatest achievent. His most groundbreaking accomplishnt was…

“What? You made these Minor Source Physiques?” Everyone was stunned. Even Negris exclaid in shock, “Impossible. At your level, how could you—this, this…”

Negris wanted to say that Xiluo’s level didn’t asure up—he couldn’t possibly create Minor Sources.

Xiluo responded, “The greatest strength of mysticism lies in not needing to understand why sothing works—only needing to know how to make it work.”

“So that’s mysticism? That’s so deceptive. I thought it was so groundbreaking discipline. You’re saying you know how to create sothing without understanding why it works?” Negris couldn’t resist mocking.

For example, Ange might know every parater about a seed—its taxonomy, sowing temperature and humidity, germination tiline, fertilizer composition, sunlight duration, etc.—yet this wouldn’t prevent an illiterate farr from planting it.

According to Xiluo’s description, that farr would also be engaging in mysticism.

Seeing his bluff exposed, Xiluo awkwardly rubbed his nose. “Mysticism is a bit more profound. We study inexplicable phenona within the void, deduce patterns, and use them to explore yet greater void mysteries…”

Anthony wasn’t interested in his verbose platitudes. He cut him off directly: “Then how is this physique made?”

“I can’t share that,” Xiluo flatly refused.

“Aren’t you afraid we’ll co to your settlent and wipe out your followers?” Anthony said ‘nacingly.’

“I am, which is why I ca to see you. But I can’t reveal this. If you insist on coming, I’ll simply leave—you won’t find .” Xiluo replied frankly, slightly dressing up his intent to flee.

Afraid his followers and territory might be destroyed, he ca to show himself. Yet if pressed to give up the thod for crafting Minor Sources, he’d abandon them entirely.

It seed that this was his bottom line. Realizing this, Anthony softened his tone and said warmly, “Everything has a price. How about we trade? Divine Artifact—would you like it? Second Divinity—interested? Divine Soul Reincarnation Technique—or maybe Origin Force Perception Glasses…”

Xiluo was utterly stunned.