Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1690: 1251 This Tree of Ten Thousand Realms Is a Bit

Chapter 1690: Chapter 1251 This Tree of Ten Thousand Realms Is a Bit Unorthodox

In order to make the Star Progeny Master release it, the Gray Divine Star signed a contract with him, promising not to harm him and to assist him in incubating the God Star.

During the period of incubating the God Star, to follow all orders related to the incubation of the God Star, until the God Star hatches or the ten thousand years limit is reached.

However, would the Gray Divine Star, imprisoned for unknown eons, be willing to obediently follow the orders of the Star Progeny Master? Would it not want to find a way to circumvent the contract and then exact revenge for betrayal and imprisonnt?

Although it is unknown what thod can bypass the contract, from the current result, the Gray Divine Star likely used a thod similar to rebirth.

Create a new consciousness anew, transfer the mory to the new consciousness to achieve a similar effect to Life Box rebirth, which is why there is a second consciousness.

In Ange’s consciousness space, Negris patted his waist muscle and said: “It really is like this, no wonder when the Abyss Bridge swallowed it, and released it again, there was only a blank consciousness left. You reacted quickly.”

While speaking, Negris turned to gaze at the flickering starfire in the consciousness space, which was the consciousness of the Gray Divine Star, now completely blank, devoid of anything, self, mory, or perception, just a blank starfire of consciousness.

After the Abyss Bridge captured the consciousness of the Gray Divine Star, Ange imdiately transferred it into his consciousness space and released it to interrogate, only to find a blank starfire of consciousness when released.

Seeing the blank starfire of consciousness, Anthony imdiately sensed sothing was wrong, the Abyss Bridge didn’t fail, because there was indeed a starfire of consciousness inside, if it had failed, this wouldn’t exist.

But the starfire of consciousness was blank: “Does this resemble a Life Box rebirth?”

Anthony just asked that one question, and everyone understood imdiately. As expected, the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms divided the God Star, and after slashing off one-tenth, that one-tenth suddenly exploded.

The dispersed mist fla was irresistible, pervasive, like an endless torrent sweeping in all directions, tearing apart the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, making it look like it was lting away, leaving no residue behind.

The Monarch raised a hand to shield himself, prepared to withstand it.

The Chaos Black Crystal Body could withstand the fla flow, as proven earlier, it could even withstand the fla flow ejected by the main body, so this scattered mist fla posed even less concern.

However, after withstanding for a few seconds, the Monarch sensed sothing was amiss. Although the mist fla wasn’t as solid as the main body’s fla flow, it was faster, impacting him with greater heat per unit ti, and he could feel his bones heating rapidly, becoming sowhat scorching.

The Monarch quickly invoked Origin Power, covering his bones to block the mist fla’s impact while rapidly cooling himself down.

The Monarch exhaled a long breath, and a hot death breath emanated from his eyes, ears, nose, and other orifices, swiftly carrying away the heat like an ancient steam chanical construct.

Origin Power was consud rapidly under the assault of the mist flas. With his exceptionally rich combat experience, the Monarch focused on conserving energy, retracting Origin Power imdiately after his bones cooled, allowing the fla flow to impact the body directly, and repeating this cycle.

After enduring for dozens of seconds, the explosive shockwave finally subsided. The Monarch hurriedly exhaled the death breath to cool himself, then invoked the Primordial Body, vigilantly watching the surroundings, knowing it wasn’t the last resort of the Gray Divine Star.

As expected, the dispersed mist fla began to roll and contract toward a point, forming into a large mass before leaping toward the Monarch.

The Monarch took to his heels and ran.

The face of the God Star’s main body surfaced, its eyes fixed on the Monarch, and two Divine Star Beams shot towards him.

The Monarch swiftly dodged, rolling, leaping, rotating, doing everything to avoid being struck squarely by the Divine Star Beams, and occasionally, when grazed, they couldn’t damage his body.

The Gray Divine Star once again fell into the predicant of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, lacking enough damage.

However, the Gray Divine Star had experienced this before, knowing the Divine Star Beam wasn’t ant for destruction, but to delay. After a round of delay, the mist flas poured in.

Repeating the previous scenario, being flushed by the mist flas, heated and scorched, protecting with Origin Power, cooling down, then retracting Origin Power to endure directly.

The battle between two supre beings turned into a ssy stalemate, with neither able to do anything to the other.

However, the situation was clearly unfavorable for the Monarch since the God Star had endless power to consu, but the Monarch’s Origin Power was not infinite.

“This can’t go on, the Old Immortal can’t last much longer, Ange, think of sothing,” Negris couldn’t help but say.

Ange had no ti to deal with it, as the Gray Divine Star was attacking both the Monarch and Shamara, with all his focus on Shamara.

The Gray Divine Star dared not refocus its ignition within the Wall of Dawn, fearing the Abyss Bridge, only daring to mobilize its internal power, desperately assailing the Wall of Dawn, trying to breach the barrier with massive energy.

The Wall of Dawn was a divine technique of the Goddess of Dawn, and Subordinate God’s divine technique was usable by Ange too. In the hands of the Goddess of Dawn, it was rely a divine technique, but in Ange’s hands, it was a primordial barrier capable of withstanding the high temperature and pressure inside the God Star, standing firm against the bombardnt by the Gray Divine Star.

If it couldn’t break the barrier in one go, it’d have to wear it down gradually.

The Gray Divine Star could never have imagined that there would co a day when its destructive power would prove insufficient; its core fla flow could easily destroy a Pri Material Plane, but now it was ineffective against two enemies both inside and outside.

Dealing with one was fine, but encountering two suddenly dealt a double blow to the Gray Divine Star. When did such powerful beings erge from the Void?

The battle reached an impasse; such high-level battles, once in a stalemate, could drag on indefinitely. Shifting the perspective to near the Sun, Luther and Lightning hid under the shadow of Little Angel, playing Goblin cards out of sheer boredom, allowing the winner to swear, with Luther getting severely scolded.

Little Angel was commanded to remain where she was, with the Little Zombie enforcing Ange’s order firmly, so she couldn’t go anywhere and had to spread her wings to bask in the Sun.

Who knows what transformation occurred to Little Angel upon arriving in this world, but she beca solar-powered, and sunbathing actually enhanced her power.

Previously, in the Divine Light Alliance or even the Boundless Space Hole, sunlight was quite weak, but now being almost next to the Sun, the sunlight’s intensity was dozens of tis stronger, greatly improving the effects of sunbathing.

The power increase was rapid, and if it continued, the Little Zombie wouldn’t be able to control her.

Just sunbathing motionlessly, Little Angel suddenly turned her head to listen intently, and in the next mont, she quickly retreated and turned to roll her wings, wrapping the Little Zombie, Lightning, and Luther altogether under her large wings.

“What’s happening? What just occurred? Is there an enemy? I’ll go chop it up,” Luther said excitedly, throwing away the cards in his hand and grabbing the sword hilt, whispering.

He was so bored that he’d rather go and chop soone up than stay here playing cards, getting cursed when winning and severely scolded when losing. If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have bet curses with Lightning.

Little Angel didn’t move and waited for dozens of seconds, when a massive black vine, several hundred kiloters thick, suddenly swept across the void tens of thousands of kiloters away like a snake, piercing into the void and disappearing quickly.

Luther stiffened entirely, releasing the hilt as he used the back of his hand to wipe away the cold sweat.

Lightning also breathed a sigh of relief, ekly asking: “What just rushed past? Was it a vine or a snake? Was it that Nagustai? Why does the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms seem a bit off?”