Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 795: 451: Where to Accumulate Divine Power?1

Chapter 795: Chapter 451: Where to Accumulate Divine Power?_1

In the heart of the desert’s stone tomb, Albert carefully carries leftover water from yesterday, walking gingerly into the distance.

Ange gave him a fist-sized Everlasting Spring Stone, which could condense quite a bit of water each night. Besides taking what he needed to drink, Albert saved the rest to water the tree.

He arrived at the place where Ange had originally placed the planting sphere. After the sphere was removed, there was a huge pit. Next to the pit stood a stunted, twisted tree, sticking out awkwardly.

If Ange ca back here, he probably wouldn’t recognize this wilted tree as the World Tree, would he?

When the World Tree was first planted, it grew for a while using the life force of the vegetables in the planting sphere. Once Ange removed the sphere, there was no life force in the desert, so the World Tree quickly withered.

Albert felt rather regretful. It was rare to see any hint of green in the desert, let alone a tree. But he was ntally prepared for this outco. He would habitually wander here daily, considering it exercise after als.

To his surprise, a bud sprouted from the withered trunk a week ago. It was a tender and adorable shade of green.

“Is this dried tree regaining its vitality?” Albert was so excited, as if he himself was about to regain his own.

Since then, he had saved a bit of water each day to water the tree in the evening, because after the sun set, the evaporation rate of water would slow down and the plants would be able to absorb more water. This was what Ange taught him.

Day by day, the bud grew bigger. Albert thought that the water he was providing was working. In his excitent, nothing could be more touching than seeing the ergence of a new life in the desert.

As usual, carrying the water and heading towards the withered tree, Albert suddenly saw sand rising from the ground. A ‘tree’ was running wildly past him, twisting its waist as it sprinted.

When it passed him by, it glanced at Albert and dropped a line: “Not drinking water…” before disappearing into the dust.

As the dust settled, a vividly green leaf fluttered down at Albert’s feet. Once he picked it up, he could imdiately sense sothing special about it, with a refreshing and invigorating aura.

“Could the tree that just ran past be the one the bud opened into?” Albert suddenly had a premonition, thinking especially about the line, “not drinking water”.

When he reached the vicinity of the tree and saw that the vibrant bud was gone and the trunk seed to have exhausted its last bit of life energy, splitting open, Albert muttered to himself, “I’ve been watering you for so many days. You don’t drink water, but you still thanked by leaving a leaf? Is that what you ant?”

He held the leaf up to his eyes, took a sniff, and a unique sll rushed into his nose, giving him a shudder and an intense impulse. He couldn’t help but lick the leaf.

The leaf lted in his mouth as soon as he tasted it. The green leaf dissolved in Albert’s mouth, and in an instant, he felt reinvigorated, as if he could even kill a few giant dragons bare-handedly.

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The sprinting tree, twisting so fiercely that it was leaving afterimages, stirred up a dust storm as it raced towards the southeast.

Desert wasteland stretched in all directions until it passed a dam. The irrigation areas on both sides were planted with tender green vegetables. The sprinting tree was overjoyed and charged towards these green plants.

All the crops sprouted green shoots and accelerated their growth in welco of the ‘tree’s’ arrival.

The tree also grew, its roots growing longer and thicker, twisting into longer legs, taking bigger strides, moving through the irrigation area at a faster speed, avoiding two transparent semicircles, and following the river to the mountain range.

It vaulted across the valley, leaped over the mountains, and arrived at a desolate black lands. Its new long legs were also worn out, but it didn’t slow down. Twisting and turning, it charged into Iron Sand City, scattering all the skeleton zombies that were surrounding it, until it reached Ange.

“Praise of Life! What happened? How did it generate the Praise of Life?” The Tree People asked in both excitent and curiosity.

“How did you get here? Where did you co from?” Negris didn’t answer, but instead asked the first question.

Kvada, this is a different world. Where did the God of Life co from?

Ange also inclined his head in confusion.

“There is a World Tree here, so I ca. Hurry up and tell , how did it activate the Praise of Life?” The God of Life asked urgently. It’s hard to imagine him in such a rush with his usual unhurried deanor.

“World Tree?” At the ntion of this, Ange and Negris imdiately thought of the World Tree they had planted when they first arrived. They had all forgotten about it since it was presud to be dead.

Once Ange moved the planting sphere, without the nourishnt of life force, the World Tree could only continue to wither.

But it didn’t matter. Ange had plenty of World Trees. The old tree only asked them to plant them everywhere, not to make sure each one lived.

Even if they grew successfully, it was fine. Negris had cut down hundreds, if not a thousand, World Trees. One place couldn’t provide for too many World Trees, so they would always have to be cut down sooner or later.

Ange took out a few Life Gems: “It ate these.”

“Such powerful life force.” The old tree took them, and the green in the Life Gems imdiately entered its body through its hand.

The roots on the tree, which had almost worn down, instantly sprouted new buds and twisted into tall legs again. Many new green shoots also popped out on its head.