Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1225

Chapter 1225: Chapter 788 Your Light… Seems Kind of Dark_2 Chapter 1225: Chapter 788 Your Light… Seems Kind of Dark_2 The Monarch scratched his head with some annoyance and said, “Come in, let's talk while walking.” After speaking, he took the lead and flew toward the platform.

Landing on the platform, Ange immediately squatted down to examine the crops and discovered that these were all fake–mere appearances and not real plants, but rather some sort of power that had manifested itself.

The Monarch saw that he had realized this but did not explain; instead, he walked toward the center of the platform. As he walked, he said, “Have you ever heard of the Ancient Godlight?”

Ange nodded, and Negris hurriedly said, “I have.”

The Monarch hesitated for a moment and then said, “According to my research, a very long time ago, there were two super powerful entities in the Void: one was the Ancient Godlight, and the other was the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms. They formed a stable structure in the Void. However, I don't know what happened, but one day, out of the blue, the Ancient Godlight exploded.”

“Exploded? How? Who did it?” Negris asked.

The Monarch spread his hands and said, “I'd like to know that too. Anyway, it just exploded, and this Chaos Mist is the remnants of that Ancient Godlight.”

Everyone was invigorated by this revelation, and Negris said in astonishment, “All? All of it?”

“Yes, only a fraction remained, forming the Chaos Mist you see now. With the Ancient Godlight gone, the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms could no longer maintain its growth, and the Void began to collapse gradually.”

At this point, the Monarch turned to Negris and said, “During that process, some Primordial Gods, like your ancestor the Bone Dragon, left the Chaos Plane to seek other ways to extend their lives or species.”

“Ah, the Dragon God left the Chaos Plane for this reason?” exclaimed Negris.

“However, the Void did not collapse in the end, because the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms burned itself to maintain a temporary balance in the Void, lasting until now,” continued the Monarch.

“But this balance cannot last forever. Once the remaining power of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms is exhausted, the collapse of the Void will continue.”

Sighing, the Monarch said, “Back then, I was happily tilling the soil in the Abyss of Rest, without a care in the world. After Locke brought you back, my days of suffering began. Why on earth did I have to steal your Power of the Prophet?”

With a heartbroken expression, the Monarch had Negris fuming: “Did I ask you to steal it? Why in the world did you steal my Power of the Prophet? You wiped my memory after taking it, as if I had shoved it into your head…”

Before Negris, fuming, could lunge at him, Anthony quickly held him back.

The Monarch continued, “It was just curiosity, right? You bragged so much about how powerful the Power of the Prophet was, yet you couldn't harness it properly. At best, you could predict what you'd have for dinner, but what's the point of predicting that? In the Resting Camp, you only have Little Fat Sheep. Apart from that, what else could you eat?”

“So I just took it to try. Lo and behold, the first thing I foresaw was you whining all over the Plane, saying that I stole from you shamelessly and that I had no balls. I thought about giving it back to you, but then I saw the Faith Storm, the Star Burst Plane, Ancient Gods, and many, many other things. So I couldn't return it to you and just wiped your memory.”

At this point, everyone finally managed to connect all the events that had happened over the last millennium, forming a complete narrative.

The Monarch had taken Negris' Power of the Prophet simply for fun, but due to his own power, he saw further than Negris had, foreseeing the rapidly approaching Faith Storm.

Being ambushed by unknown enemies from another world was unacceptable. For the Monarch not to strike back would be unlike the Undead King. Thus, using the Power of the Prophet, he made all the arrangements.

First, he went to the Light Sea Plane, constructed a Space Gate, released all the lava, flung forth the Eternal Path, and arrived at the end of the Eternal Path, blocking the Star Burst at just the right location.

The Star Burst released all its energy, forming the Faith Storm that struck the Master Plane, annihilating all the Gods.

The Power of the Prophet was not omnipotent. Even with the Monarch's unfathomable and vast, smoke-like, limitless, cyclical, and infinite power, he could only make out a general idea. The further into the future, the blurrier it became.

He could only vaguely see the Resting Camp reopening, the Abyss of Rest thriving again, a new Lord of Mourning being born, and a little Fatty Dragon nagging everyone about where he had gone.

That was enough; the future was promising.

Thus, the Monarch set off towards the Star Burst Plane with ease of mind, abandoning his body and transporting his consciousness across vast distances, inhabiting the remains of a little skeleton.

After a few decades, the Monarch grew from the little skeleton into the Lord of Mourning and casually summoned Locke over, establishing the new Undead Empire, chasing to the skies the magicians who triggered the Star Burst, and ruling over most of the Star Burst Plane.

However, during the decades of conflict with the Sorcerer Alliance, the Monarch kept foreseeing little things.

Because his strength decreased, turning from Black Crystal to purple gold, the Monarch's foresight became more obscure, only sensing that the Sorcerer Alliance was not the real mastermind behind the Star Burst. Their technology came from a guy named Drosa, who claimed to be an Ancient God from the Chaos Plane.

The Monarch immediately perked up. He left the Undead Empire to Locke and, disguised as a Magician, infiltrated the Sorcerer Alliance, climbing to the top of the twelve-member council over more than a hundred years to become the distinctive Lord of Annihilation.

In the Sorcerer Alliance, he contacted Drosa, learned about the Chaos Plane and the Ancient Gods, then called Locke up, letting him replace himself as the Annihilation Warlock while he secretly transported himself to the Chaos Plane, becoming a wandering spirit.

“This place is especially suitable for the Undead. The Chaos Mist can be directly converted into Black Crystal. I quickly rebuilt my Black Crystal Body and then started plundering the power of those Ancient Gods. I gained a status beyond what I had at the zenith on the Master Plane. According to the customs here, I should be considered at the level of a Primordial God.”

“Apart from me, there are several other Primordial Gods–Abyssal Big Mouth, Dark Origin, Hole Bug, and a shadowy creature known as Void Will. They are the true root of the Void's collapse. Besides needing a Divine Tree to sustain the Void, we also have to chop down all these Primordial Gods. Locke, come and take my place to anchor the position. I will go and chop them down.”

“Ange, you…” Before he could finish, he realized that Ange, at some point, had crouched down, sending a luminous glow from his palm towards the center's withered little tree stump.

“What are you trying to do with it? It's already dead, and besides, that light of yours… it's kind of dark,” the Monarch squatted down, looking at Ange's palm with an indescribable expression.

Chapter end

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