Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1614: 1175: Sneaking In?

Chapter 1614: Chapter 1175: Sneaking In?

Anthony couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the sa ti. This Demon Spirit was so naive—it still hadn’t realized that the airship was constructed using Ange’s power. Regarding control over the Boundary Migration Airship, Ange had much higher authority than it did.

A re Airship Demon Spirit trying to toss out the airship’s master? Absolutely laughable.

With Ange’s approval, the Boundary Migration Airship descended into the dinsion. This wasn’t their first ti entering Dinsional Space; the first ti had been when working with Hiludi and Big Cat to search for the Land of Slumber, eventually digging up Durken.

Dinsional World and Dinsional Space aren’t the sa concept. A Dinsional World refers to a dinsion distinct from normal space, while Dinsional Space floats independently within a Dinsional World, such as the Resting Palace. Their relationship is akin to that between water and a boat.

Dinsional Space floats within the Dinsional World, and accessing this space requires an anchor point, such as the Resting Palace’s anchor point: the world transit station and the Dinsional Space Positioning Transfer Bracelet Ange used in the past.

Items like storage rings or other space ornants also contain anchor points anchored to the object itself.

Without an anchor point, spaces may drift aimlessly throughout the Dinsional World, much like the Land of Slumber, which required collaboration between Hiludi and Big Cat to approach. Carelessness could result in encounters with spatial turbulence, sothing Durken had experienced.

If it weren’t for Ange, Durken—the so-called King of Alchemy—would have long been dead.

The Dinsional World is inherently a dangerous and chaotic place—at least for ordinary beings. For soone like Ange, embodying the essence of ti and space, the Dinsional World within the Chaos Plane had already been expanded by him into a standalone Dinsional Space, where the entire Chaos Plane was stored.

The Demon Spirit not only sought to wrest control of the airship from Ange’s hands, but it was also challenging the hands of the essence of ti and space itself. That was far too much to ask of it.

Finding it inconsequential, no one bothered to intervene. Negris and Anthony gathered around the porthole to observe the outside world.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t discern anything. Other than pitch-black darkness, there was nothing visible—not even spatial turbulence.

“Not dinsion,” Ange suddenly said.

“Not the Dinsional World? Because it’s not a Dinsional World, spatial turbulence isn’t visible? Then where are we?” Negris understood Ange’s implication and asked.

Ange scratched his head, pondering in frustration, then finally replied, “Dinsion… wall.”

“Dinsion… wall? We’re inside the barrier between dinsions?” Negris queried.

Ange nodded repeatedly.

“This… how is this possible? Isn’t a barrier supposed to be thin, like the Plane Barrier? How are we able to enter it?” Negris asked, perplexed.

Ange scratched his head even harder. How could he possibly explain this?

Anthony suggested, “Should we call Ursman over? Such a pity that Leonel has fallen; his wisdom surpassed even that of the Wise Man.”

Ange nodded, pulled out a Blank God Statue, reached toward the ship bow statue, grabbed a cluster of Divine Fire, and embedded it into the Blank God Statue.

Tossing it aside, Ange began adjusting the airship. The scenery outside the airship shifted rapidly, soon morphing into the image of the Oasis, where a group appeared to be busying themselves.

From within the airship, the figures outside were visible, but the airship seed invisible to them. Everyone carried on with their tasks, except Ursman and the Cannon of Truth Walker, who glanced toward the airship’s location with puzzled expressions, appearing cautious while adopting defensive postures.

Red Star, lagging behind in awareness, only noticed Walker and Ursman’s defensive stance afterward. His reactions kicked in as he clasped his hands together and began scanning around vigilantly.

Ange reached out, lightly tracing a line in the space. The air split apart, revealing a Space Rift.

Negris stared at Ange’s hand in amazent, then looked back at the Space Rift. It wasn’t surprising that soone at Ange’s level could create a Space Rift, but what startled him was how effortlessly the space had been split—it resembled slicing through a thin mbrane, smooth and silent, unlike the typical chaotic roar of a Space Rift’s edge.

Anthony leaned out and beckoned toward them: “Co over.”

Ursman, Walker, and Red Star flew over, curiously inspecting the airship and the Space Rift. Ursman, in particular, touched the rift and found it wasn’t sharp. He even boldly inserted his fingers into the fissure, waiting for it to close.

“What are you doing? Are you not concerned about losing your fingers?” Negris questioned in disbelief.

Ursman replied, “If they get severed, so be it. This Space Rift is peculiar. I’m testing it.”

“Madman! Can’t you just ask instead of risking your fingers? How many fingers do you have to spare?” Negris chastised him.

“Asking you won’t be as clear as testing it myself. I have ten fingers, which ans I can test it ten tis. Besides, the Space Rift may not even be capable of cutting through ,” Ursman responded.

The Minor Source Physique is significantly tougher than the Body of Mourning; the Space Rift likely couldn’t cut it.

The rift closed, pressing against Ursman’s finger.

Ursman slowly extracted his finger, sensing the pull at the rift’s edges. He remarked, “There’s so closing force, but it’s not strong. It lacks the typical shearing effect of standard Space Rifts. Lord Nage, where exactly are we?”

Negris, hands on his hips, responded, “Why ask when testing it for yourself is clearly more accurate? See for yourself.”

Ursman froze montarily, embarrassedly scratching his forehead before turning to look out the porthole.

After observing for a while, Ursman comnted, “The Space Rift here feels gentler, and there’s no spatial turbulence outside. It seems relatively stable. I’ve always theorized a barrier exists between the Main World and the Dinsional World. Could it be that we’re inside that barrier?”

Anthony couldn’t resist giving a thumbs-up: “You’ve theorized barriers between different worlds? What prompted this idea?”

Ursman replied matter-of-factly, “The Dinsional World and our world must be separated by sothing. What is this separator? Whatever it is, compared to the Main World, it’s less incompatible than the Dinsional World is with the Main World. This discrepancy would manifest in Space Rift physics with weaker closure forces.”

“Impressive,” Anthony admitted. The reasoning was simple: typical Space Rifts had strong closure forces, whereas the closure force here was weak, indicating it differed from standard Dinsional Space Rifts.

“Dinsion Wall. Lord calls it the Dinsion Wall,” Anthony explained.

Ursman glanced out the porthole again, remarking, “So this truly is a barrier separating dinsions. Does that an it has ‘width’? Can we navigate through this barrier?”

“Uh, why would you think it has width?” Negris asked, bewildered by Ursman’s logic, noting how the supposed God of Knowledge struggled to keep up with Ursman’s thoughts.

Ursman replied, “Because we’re inside it. How could it accommodate us without having ‘width’? And didn’t you suddenly appear before us earlier? Isn’t that movent within it?”

“Uh, while your reasoning makes sense, we were asking about your understanding of the Dinsion Wall, not for you to carry out live experints,” Negris said.

Ursman remarked, “What understanding could I have? I haven’t seen the Dinsion Wall before; it’s all conjecture. But now’s the best ti to validate those conjectures. The Dinsion Wall exists in a gradient compared to both the Main World and Dinsional World. Can we slide through to navigate? If there are independent Dinsional Spaces, can we sneak into them via the Dinsion Wall? If…”

As Ursman spoke of his theories, Anthony and Negris exchanged quickly brightened gazes: “Sneak in?”