Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1609: 1170: Has the Wheel of Time and Space Manifest

Chapter 1609: Chapter 1170: Has the Wheel of Ti and Space Manifested?

“Divine’s Ship? What’s that? No, that’s not what we’re here for, but since we have so ti, why don’t you tell about it,” Anthony glanced at Ange, who had begun his comparison experints, and then turned to speak.

Divine’s Ship sounded like a ans of transportation. Anthony wasn’t particularly interested in it—after all, transportation was the least of Ange’s worries. What vehicle could possibly be faster than Heaven’s Fortress?

If Heaven’s Fortress was considered too energy-consuming, Ange could always summon the carbon-fiber combat chariot with help from the Little Sapling. And with so many Four-Winged Angels around, having them pull the chariot would be ideal.

If all else failed, riding Negris was also an option…

But since Ange had already started his experints, they wouldn’t be leaving anyti soon, so they decided to listen to the story of Divine’s Ship.

Due to the suppression by the Great Speaker, the Divine Light Alliance’s pantheon developnt wasn’t going smoothly—so had relocated, while others hid in various places. Could it be that there was a god hiding here as well?

The burly man’s face was filled with disappointnt, reluctance, turmoil, hesitation, and a mix of conflicting emotions. It was hard to imagine such complexity on a face that powerful. Anthony seed to think of sothing and asked, “Wait a minute, are you part of the Guardian Clan?”

“Ah?! I… I… I… Yes, we’re the Guardian Clan.” As he said this, the burly man seed to let go of a burdenso weight and appeared unusually relieved.

The Guardian Clan, as the na suggests, protects the gods. For example, Alice, the Female rmaid of the Light Sea Plane, is a guardian of the Goddess of Redemption.

The Elf Clan could also be considered the guardians of the Tree of Life. Essentially, they are vassal races that rely on gods for sustenance. But…

“You don’t seem to have any Divine Power on you. Where’s your god?” Anthony asked inquisitively.

“Our god has disappeared,” replied the burly man.

“Disappeared? When did this happen?” Anthony sniffed twice mid-sentence, “There’s not even the slightest trace of Divine Power—was it a long ti ago? What kind of god was it, and what’s your na?”

“I… My na is Valu. They’ve been gone for so long that I can’t recall the exact ti. All I know is that it was before the nineteenth Clan Leader’s era,” Valu said while scrutinizing Anthony in confusion.

Valu’s reaction surprised him. Initially, he thought these visitors might have been sent by the Master God to retrieve Divine’s Ship. Later, he assud they were emissaries from another god, intending to seize the ship. Struggling internally, he wondered whether he should reveal its whereabouts if pressed.

To his shock, Anthony seed disinterested in the topic of Divine’s Ship and instead questioned the disappearance of the Master God and Valu’s personal identity. Valu was astonished—did soone as insignificant as him deserve a na in front of such powerful Divine Envoys?

This Divine Envoy seed quite kind, warming Valu’s heart.

“What position did your god hold? What’s their divine na? What kind of Divine Power?” Anthony continued his questioning.

“I don’t really understand these matters; I don’t even rember our Divine Master’s na. But legends say our god had the power to accelerate plant growth, which is why I initially thought you were here to retrieve Divine’s Ship,” Valu explained.

“Accelerate growth?” Anthony imdiately beca intrigued. He had little interest in Divine’s Ship or the missing god, but anything related to cultivation could not be overlooked, especially since everyone in their group currently relied heavily on Ange’s abilities.

But Valu not even rembering his god’s na? That was absurd. What kind of Guardian Clan didn’t know the na of the deity they were tasked to protect? They were worse than apostates—essentially part of the Lost Clan.

The Lost Clan—a race that had forsaken their faith.

“Are there any remnants or relics left behind by your god? Take to see them later,” Anthony requested.

Valu obediently nodded, “Alright.”

Detecting a subtle change in Valu’s tone, Anthony smiled warmly and said no more.

A Guardian Clan that had forgotten their faith, with a missing god whose fate—alive or dead—remained unknown. After eighteen generations, retaining any devotion would have been the true anomaly here.

If that were the case, Anthony would certainly delve deeper to uncover the reason behind such persistence.

It seed likely that except for Valu, no one else in the clan even knew their heritage as guardians of the divine. Earlier, Valu had introduced them as having no leader—he was simply older, and others were willing to listen to him. Clearly, this was not a community tied by bloodlines or mutual belief.

As Valu wrestled internally, he eventually ca to terms with his reality.

Perhaps he had hoped for the god’s return at so point. Perhaps disappointnt and fruitless waiting—spanning more than ten generations—had deeply imprinted itself upon his soul. Perhaps he had hesitated for a ti, wondering whether to abandon that faint trace of loyalty.

But it had been far too long. Guarding them further was futile. Valu suddenly thought bitterly to himself, “I’ll sell off Divine’s Ship soon.”

They arrived at a sizable sand dune, an extraordinary sight. Its surface was scattered with palm fronds—large leaves trimd down and inserted into the sand, seemingly to prevent its erosion.

Beneath the sand dune lay a large excavated pit reinforced with palm wood panels. The sheer scale of the pit and its support structure indicated that this spot was probably the most ‘luxurious’ location in the entire Oasis.

However, it was now crowded with the injured—those afflicted with grueso wounds, ulcers, festering boils, and abscesses, emitting an overpowering stench.

So groaned in pain, others scread in anguish, while so lay motionless with lifeless eyes. Ordinarily, flies should have sward an environnt like this, but strangely, there were none of these scavenging insects.

Perhaps the conditions were so dire that even scavenging creatures had perished.

Anthony perford a miraculous feat, leaving everyone utterly astonished. Turning to Valu, he said, “Alright, take to the relics.”

“I… This… I… You…” Valu stamred, glancing back at the pit where the injured had miraculously recovered, utterly speechless.

It was simply unbelievable. Anthony had stepped into the pit, raised his hands, and expressionlessly declared, “Lord of Light, bless you all.”

Radiance burst forth, and when it dissipated, everyone was healed—as if it had happened too fast for Valu to process.

Was it astounding? Good—miracles should leave a deeper impact. Anthony smiled kindly, “Our Lord’s divine might is boundless. Minor ailnts and injuries are easily handled.”

Caught observing attentively, Negris couldn’t resist giving a discreet thumbs-up. When it ca to playing the part, nobody in the team could match Anthony.

Overwheld by wonder, Valu led Anthony to a beach where sand alternated between yellow and white—the forr sand, the latter salt deposits. Amid the swathes of salt, a massive stone-carved wheel lay buried at an angle, with only a small portion protruding.

“Huh? Why does this look so much like the Wheel of Ti and Space? Has the Wheel of Ti and Space manifested here?” Negris exclaid in shock upon spotting the massive wheel.