Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1616: 1177: Is Light Solidifying on the Light Wings?

Chapter 1616: Chapter 1177: Is Light Solidifying on the Light Wings?

Leonel held the completed Wheel of Ti and Space, staring blankly at everything before him. The dramatic ups and downs of life far exceeded his capacity to endure—even though he was a god, he was no exception. At this mont, he felt an almost dreamlike unreality.

For Leonel, the mont his Divine Power had dried up, he succumbed to slumber with his final regret in his arms. Yet, upon waking, not only had the airship been built, but the Wheel of Ti and Space was also complete, and every regret had seemingly evaporated. How could any of this feel real?

If not for the oppressive ‘weight’ of the Wheel of Ti and Space in his hands reminding him of its burden, he might have remained in his daze for a long ti.

During the ti his Divine Power waned, he already knew the chance of awakening again was almost nonexistent. Thus, he instructed the demon spirits to craft his Divine Body into the ship bow statue.

Consider this: hiding himself away in a remote plane, with only a handful of remaining believers, little Divine Power collected, yet grappling with the Wheel of Ti and Space—a power so lavishly demanding that it was akin to the most enticing drop of honey. Even when he knew it would consu his everything, he still rushed toward it like a moth to a fla, heedless of the consequences.

Fate was already sealed. He had nothing to regret. At the brink of extinguishing his Divine Fire, to witness even a portion of the Wheel of Ti and Space’s mysteries was satisfaction enough. The sole regret was being unable to unravel its entirety.

But who would have thought that, upon waking, a Ti-Space Ancient Dragon appeared before him, addressed him as ‘My Lord,’ and imdiately granted him the full mysteries of the Wheel of Ti and Space? Who could believe that? He hadn’t even been awake for half an hour yet.

Ursman sidled over, speaking earnestly, “Unbelievable, isn’t it? A favor from destiny? Too coincidental, don’t you think?”

These seemingly perplexing words might elude others, but they hit right at the core of Leonel’s thoughts. Turning his head to glance at Ursman, he couldn’t help but ask, “Who are you?”

“Ursman.”

“The Wise Man Ursman?”

“There are many Wise n, and many Ursn, but the Wise Man Ursman should be . Greetings, Leonel. Though your na is unfamiliar to ,” Ursman said.

“Oh, I was born after your passing. A pleasure to et you. But, why?” Leonel asked.

“You’re lucky—favored by destiny. Destiny itself is our great Lord. Encountering you is one story. Missing you would be another. Either way, it doesn’t affect the Lord. So, simply be grateful for your own fortune.” Ursman explained.

Leonel’s eyes lit up, his expression one of sudden realization. Though their exchange might seem cryptic to an outsider, only one Wise Man could comprehend the words of another. Leonel grasped Ursman’s aning.

From another perspective, Ange himself was ‘destiny.’ There was no need to agonize over why such coincidences occurred because this might well be his destined path.

Understanding dawned upon him, and Leonel was instantly relieved. He turned to ask, “Then, Wise Man, how did you encounter destiny?”

With a faint smile, Ursman replied, “My tale is even stranger. I had long since died—body and soul alike dissipated entirely—but soone rembered my na, soone sang of my deeds, so the great Lord gathered my Heroic Spirit and bestowed upon a vessel capable of thought.”

Once again, Leonel’s face clouded with confusion, his mind teetering on the brink of frustration. Why couldn’t he understand what his companion ant? Was he truly so dull?

After a round of explanations, Leonel finally understood what a Heroic Spirit was, imdiately growing curious about Ursman’s body. “Wise Man, may I touch you?”

“Um, well, alright, though it does feel a bit odd,” Ursman replied.

Leonel lightly touched Ursman’s arm, and instantly, countless fragnts stread past his soul—Ti Retrospection.

Amid endless, blinding light, so ‘lights’ suddenly solidified. With these congealed centers of light as focal points, more and more light solidified around them, gradually forming a white crystal.

As the white crystal took shape, threads of luminescent ‘lines’ erged from within, sketching outlines that eventually assembled into the Celestial Descendant Clan.

Originally, there were over a dozen such Celestial Descendants. Yet one day, one among them struck down the other twelve, seizing their White Crystals and ascending to beco the Star Progeny Master. Only two Celestial Descendants remained—North Corona and South Coronet. These fragnts of ti were recollections from North Corona’s perspective.

When everyone gathered to listen to Leonel recount these fragnts, Negris said in astonishnt, “You saw this much during your retrospection? Ange, what about you? What did you see?”

Ange set down an Artifact Fragnt, shaking his head in mild vexation. “Much, but useless.”

“You’re saying you saw a lot of useless information?” Negris asked in disbelief.

Ange nodded. Due to his imnse Divine Power, Ange’s use of Ti Retrospection allowed him to see far more fragnts than Leonel, but the problem was that most of it was worthless.

An Artifact Fragnt’s existence spanned vast epochs—tens of thousands, if not millions of years. Most of the fragnts from that ti were utterly aningless, filled with re wind, sun, storms, and rain. The stronger Ange’s retrospection, the more he was buried in this sea of useless information.

Unlike Soul Search, which concentrated on the conscious minds of intelligent creatures—focusing only on their most impactful mories—Ti Retrospection had no such filter. The more one retraced, the more inundated one beca with irrelevant fragnts. Ange was drowning in a tide of pointless data, with no significant discoveries to show for it.

“Then how did you manage to uncover critical fragnts so quickly? Is there so kind of technique?” Negris asked Leonel.

Puzzled, Leonel replied, “Technique? I don’t know. I just looked, and it was there.”

Wasn’t this as natural as breathing? How could he possibly know if breathing required any special technique?

“Could it be that greater Divine Power is actually a disadvantage? Ange, why don’t you try suppressing your Divine Power and see what happens? Let’s first analyze the fragnts Leonel uncovered. So, the reason the Star Progeny Master ascended was by seizing the White Crystals of the other Celestial Descendants?” Negris suggested.

Anthony interjected, “That’s not surprising. What I’m curious about is where they ca from in the first place. Based on these fragnts, it’s apparent that the Celestial Descendants, like the projections linked to Gez Fortress, were remotely projected entities.”

“Gez Fortress? Red Star Walker, isn’t your Star God’s Body also tied to Gez Fortress? Co over and let Leonel give it a touch.”

Leonel touched it twice, revealing glimpses of an Astrology Tower and Stargazing Mirror, directly corresponding to Xisluo’s galith Array Boundary. That seed to be the focal point where Gez Fortress’s star gods gathered.

“Does your Ti Retrospection always trace back to the origin point? Ange, why don’t you give it a try?” Negris asked. Yet no sooner had he finished speaking than Ange suddenly snapped his head around, paused briefly, then tore open a Space Rift and dashed through at an unprecedented speed.

Everyone exchanged confused glances before hastily leaping into the rift themselves. It wasn’t often that Ange seed this urgent; sothing significant must have happened.

Upon stepping through the Space Rift, they erged onto a sandy shore. There, Little Angel hovered mid-air, her head tilted upward and her wings spread wide.

Though her wings were rely outstretched as usual, her Light Wings expanded enormously and unnaturally, stretching several tis larger than her body, akin to a moth’s oversized wings.

At the sight, Negris squinted his eyes, nudging Anthony beside him: “Put on pinhole glasses. Check if there’s any solidified light on Little Angel’s Light Wings.”