Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1171

Chapter 1171: Chapter 735: No One Can Save It Chapter 1171: Chapter 735: No One Can Save It “Escape from the Little Demon King's presence? Only if he possessed the strength of an Ancient God,” Ange mused after grabbing Kelerite. With a powerful shake, the Little Demon King scattered Kelerite's limbs, like a snake stripped of its bones.

Of course, such an injury was not fatal for Kelerite. What was more deadly was the Little Demon King's force seeping into his body, quickly contaminating his blood. After all, the major and minor Devil Kings were the ancestors of these demons.

After subduing Kelerite, the Little Demon King looked toward the half-face twisted from roots and called out to Ange, “Lord, the fragmented consciousness that the Big Tree mentioned crying for help seems to be here.”

Before long, Ange and his party burst into the space, surprised at the mass of roots.

“Such a huge mass. Could this plane be centered around its roots? Could this be the main trunk of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms?” Negris exclaimed in surprise.

They had collected information about the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms from various sources like Drosa, the Little Demon King, and the Wandering God Alliance, but there was never any mention of its roots.

It made sense, given the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms' immense size – it supported the whole Chaos Plane, and its roots could penetrate space to reach anywhere. Moreover, hundreds of thousands of years had passed, and who knew whether the roots had petrified or withered away.

Yet, to their surprise, they had suddenly found its roots here. Finding the roots meant they had found the trunk. Even if the roots had pierced through from “somewhere else,” they might find the trunk via the pierced space.

Anthony remarked, “The fragmented consciousness crying for help that the old tree mentioned, could it be lingering here? Little Demon King, you said when you caught him he was trying to dart inside? What's in there?”

“What's inside? I'm asking you, what's inside?” The Little Demon King shook Kelerite, who hung limp like a dead snake.

Kelerite, tight-lipped, prepared to perform an act of fearlessness, but the next moment he screamed out, “Aaah! I'll talk, I'll talk! Inside is my God Status, the Statue of Devil King Divine of Purgatory. Ouch, it hurts…”

All the Little Demon King did was press the demonic power into Kelerite's body, causing his blood to start boiling – that was enough for Kelerite to become unbearable in just a second.

“God Status? You don't carry your God Status on your person but instead, you place it in there?” Negris asked, puzzled.

“Uh… that… I was worried it'd give me away. Sometimes I have to meet with other demons or Ancient Gods, and their sensitivity to Divine Power and God Status is like Mud Eating Beasts seeing rot… Ah, the pain, the pain…” Kelerite started to scream again before finishing his sentence.

The Little Demon King nonchalantly set Kelerite's blood ablaze; still holding him in his grasp, dare to mock him as a Mud Eating Beast?

Huh? That horse from before seemed to have insulted him as a Mud Eating Beast too. Could it be holding a grudge, eager to throw the insult back? Was he developing a psychological trauma from being insulted?

“There's no need to put it here, though, right? Look at those roots; they're all rotten, moldy, and hairy. Aren't you afraid your God Status will mold too and turn you into a God of Misfortune?” Negris said disdainfully.

“Uh, only here can I store the God Status,” Kelerite responded.

Right, not everyone was like Ange, with a Bronze Book to seal away the God Status.

Just then, something on the left wall began to move, straining to break through the stone with the message: Heave-ho! Heave-ho! Push hard – push hard!

Soon enough, a bundle of roots burst through the wall and into the place, with the thought spreading: Found it… it's here… find Ange… huh, why are you all here too?

The roots quickly grew into a Tree Herder, who twisted and turned as he approached.

“We've found the way; surely you didn't force your way down here? Isn't there some kind of fissure or passage?” Negris inquired.

The old tree responded leisurely, “There might be, but I couldn't be bothered to look. Forcing my way down isn't slow either.”

Negris was speechless. These guys were so brazen with their power, squeezing their way deep into the plane from the ground and dare to say it wasn't slow?

The old tree walked to the underside of the gigantic root-face, stretched its legs to lift it into the air, and extended its arms into the roots; a torrent of information began to transfer between the old tree and the root-face.

It didn't take long for the old tree to retract its arms, now holding a God Status, “There was some junk stuck in there, not sure whose it is.”

Junk?! This is a God Status, and they're calling it junk?

What was really choking up Kelerite was that the old tree indeed treated it as junk, casually tossing it to Ange.

Ange glanced at it and said, “Pretty weak,” before nonchalantly throwing it into the Bronze Book, after which everyone's attention returned to the gigantic root-face.

From everyone's reactions, it was clear this God Status was indeed considered junk, not even as valuable as a Blank God Statue.

“This is an offshoot of the father plant, I don't know where it extended from. I reached the end, and it was cut very cleanly, a Spatial Shear caused it, and it's dead, being eroded. In a few tens of thousands of years, it will be eroded away,” the old tree said languidly.

Everyone was already aware of the Tree of Life's concept of time, but they never expected the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms to span even longer, casually speaking in tens of thousands of years.

Quickly moving past that, Anthony asked, “Any more information? Why was the ancient tree calling for help?”

The ancient tree? That was an odd name, but what should the old tree's father be called? The father of the old tree? Ugh, that was even weirder. Well, let's just stick with that.

The old tree didn't care what it was called and continued slowly, “It seems to be saying, 'The Void is going to collapse, help.'”
“???” A large set of question marks rose in everyone's minds, including the Little Demon King and the Pink Hem, “The Void is going to collapse? What does that mean?”

The old tree explained unhurriedly, “Just that, it's going to collapse. Probably means the spatial structure no longer exists, everything torn into pieces, all matter turned into nothing.”

The Little Demon King and the Pink Hem, who were usually indifferent to the old tree's sluggishness, were now frantic and wished they could grab the old tree by the neck to make it speak clearly.

Negris asked anxiously, “Then what? What happened after that? Who saved it? Ahhh, come on, tell me, you're killing a dragon here with the suspense.”

The old tree said slowly, “No one saved it. I was about to say that; you're too impatient…”

Negris, frustrated, demanded, “If no one saved it, then why didn't the Void collapse?”

The old tree replied at its usual pace, “It saw that no one could save it, so it burned its life force to temporarily prevent the collapse of the Void, and then it withered away…”

Everyone stood there dumbfounded, looking at the massive roots with newfound reverence.

“I knew it. How could the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, which even decay takes hundreds of thousands of years to affect, die so easily? It turns out it burned its life force. But why would the Void collapse?” asked Negris.

But Anthony couldn't help interrupting, “No, no, first tell us why it's 'temporary.' Didn't the ancient tree solve the problem of the Void collapsing?”

The most critical question hadn't been asked yet, and if they waited for the old tree's leisurely response, the day would turn to night.

“It couldn't solve it. That's why it called for help. It could only temporarily suppress it and wait for a future solution. It believes in the wisdom of its descendants… I need to think about how to solve this.” The old tree stopped saying it was a natural part and, uncommonly, seemed troubled.

During this brief interlude, Ange walked into the air and summoned the Death Scythe to strike at a segment of the roots. Surprisingly, it didn't cut through, and instead, the roots entangled the scythe.

Chapter end

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