Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1247

Chapter 1247: Chapter 810: Something that Attracts It Chapter 1247: Chapter 810: Something that Attracts It In the Dimensional Space, a hand bone fluttered to and fro, turning over the gravel to ensure it fully mixed with velvet.

Gravel is prone to crusting, has poor water permeability, and lacks cohesion, making it highly unsuitable for planting, but these are minor issues, easily rectified.

Ange had at least a hundred methods for soil improvement, and from those, he chose the most convenient ones: first planting a batch of velvet, then a batch of tender hemp, and finally, a batch of Axe Potatoes, and he introduced a pair of fat field bugs to the mix.

One could tell just from the name “fat field bugs” that they were meant for fertilizing the land; these insects, specifically cultivated by Insect God Hermel, would consume any kind of organic waste–just like Hermel himself–they'd eat and then excrete.

What they excreted wasn't feces, but, much like the black mist released by Hermel, the substance they left behind could alter the soil's properties once it dried.

Because they didn't use Divine Power and relied solely on consumption for fertilization, their efficiency wasn't very high.

This characteristic, however, endowed them with excellent adaptability; they didn't need the offerings of devoted followers. As long as they had something to eat, they could fertilize the land. And even if there was nothing, it didn't matter; they could curl up and hibernate, sleeping for decades or centuries without issue.

Furthermore, they'd eat just about any refuse: effective at disposing of kudzu rice husks, wild grass, and rotten vegetable leaves.

With these two bugs present, everything that Little Bone grew could be processed with maximum efficiency, returning the useless parts back to the land, thereby enriching the soil.

If too much organic material was produced in the future and it began to rot from not being consumed quickly enough, the fat field bugs that feasted on the rotten matter would start to reproduce, until the rate of decay was slower than the rate at which they could consume it.

“Just by relying on such a simple mechanism, 'eating rotten matter' can control their numbers to achieve ecological balance? Is it really that simple?” Negris asked, his eyes widening in astonishment after the introduction.

Ange made a 'correct' gesture with the hand bone.

“Wow, but are you really not going with them? What if they can't defeat the Void Will?” Negris inquired.

Upon hearing there was an opportunity to annihilate the Void Will, the Monarch eagerly volunteered without a second thought, “I'll go, I'll go; you pinpoint the location.”

If this had happened before, Ange definitely would have been reluctant, but now that he had new things to play with, he had to 'reluctantly' agree.

Before leaving, the Monarch handed him a large mass of 'stuff':
“These are consciousnesses I plundered from killing those Ancient Gods. If consciousness is really as important as Big Mouth says, then these should be quite valuable. You should research them.”

Ange nodded and casually stuffed them into the Bronze Book.

“Oh yes, Nage can seal these things. Had I known, I would've given them to you earlier. In my possession, they continuously dissipate, so that's what those guys meant by 'indestructible'? When they disperse, they return to the Void?” the Monarch muttered, dashing off with Abyssal Big Mouth and Dark Abyss in tow.

Ange's hand bone mixed the gravel light-heartedly and rhythmically, a clear indication of his good mood. However, his words once again infuriated Negris, causing him to jump up in anger, “Me, pinpoint.”

“What pinpoint, you've just thrown the Undead God there as a locator so you can tend to your lands, always finding an excuse,” he accused.

Seeing that Negris was upset, Ange quickly changed his approach, “Mist, gather, manifestation.”

Ange's hand bone zipped back and forth, sprinkling a pile of sand grains on the ground.

Negris huffed crossly. Gathering mist was barely considered proper business, and Ange's method consisted merely of squatting somewhere and then executing the profundities of the Abyss, and that was it.

His real concern wasn't the gathering of mist at all. The only progress he'd made was having Little Zombie watch from outside and a group of Fog City Ghosts manifested as sentries, ensuring they wouldn't fail to hear calls as they did the first time.

Anthony, clutching the hem of his robe, ran back from the distant desert, exclaiming in amazement, “This space is so vast, it's at least three hundred kilometers in radius, much larger than Resting Camp.”

“Pfft… Three hundred kilometers? Radius? So the diameter would be six hundred kilometers? Bigger than Fallen Dragon Lake?” Negris was also astonished.

“Yeah, it's unbelievable,” Anthony had truly experienced the might of the Primordial God. The Hole Bug had squeezed out a huge space with a diameter of six hundred kilometers with just a squish. If it was squishing seriously, how massive would the space be?

“Space Passage, capable of holding countless planes, no wonder Your Majesty always said the Chaos Plane isn't what we see. It must be filled with these kinds of independent or semi-independent Dimensional Worlds everywhere, just like a sponge full of holes,” Negris said, lost in thought.

Anthony exclaimed, “A sponge, yes, just like a sponge, it's such an appropriate description. Holes everywhere, and a bug gnawing through it, making it more tattered as it chews.”

Just like the insects of summer are perplexed by ice and snow, plane creatures like Negris and Anthony find it very hard to comprehend the Chaos Plane. What they see is different from what Ange sees.

For the same expanse of the Void, they could only see pitch-black nothingness, but Ange could see depressions, protrusions, holes, distortions, and whirlpools; their understanding of the Void was completely different.

Now, with Negris's analogy, Anthony immediately visualized a sponge full of holes. If those sponges were removed and replaced with the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, wouldn't that be the true visage of the Chaos Plane?

“It's so complex, no wonder everyone says Primordial Gods are hard to kill. If you can't even figure out in which Dimension their true form exists, how can you possibly kill them?” Negris mused.

Anthony looked up at Ange, who was pinching a ball, and nodded in deep agreement.

Was this hand Ange's true form? It was, but would destroying this hand kill Ange? No.

“In that case, the moment when the Void Will revived the Ancient Godlight really might have been the only chance to eliminate him. I hope His Majesty succeeds,” Anthony sighed.

Just then, the hand bone flying about in the sky suddenly dropped, grabbed Anthony, and dragged him out.

Negris hesitated for a few seconds before realizing what had happened and quickly projected into his external body.

What everyone saw was a vast expanse of empty Void because Ange had used the Abyss Arcanum, sucking up all the surrounding Chaos Mist.

This might have been the first time since the explosion of the Ancient Godlight that someone in the depths of the Chaos Plane had used the Abyss Arcanum. The Abyssal Big Mouth itself only dared to nibble around the edges on the periphery, never daring to cause chaos in the depths of the Chaos Plane.

Thus, this stretch of the Void might have become empty for the first time since the Ancient Godlight, revealing an enormous coffin.

“Famerbis? When did he come out?” Anthony exclaimed in surprise.

“It's not Famerbis; the Imprint is wrong. Didn't Famerbis say that there are three Law Monuments in the Void? Besides itself, the Dark Origin has one, so could this be the third?” Negris speculated.

“Do you recognize what this Imprint is?” Anthony asked.

Negris shook his head, “I don't recognize it, but it should be one of the Laws of the Void, just not sure which one.”

Ange suddenly said, “Undying.”

“Oh, the Undying Consciousness Imprint, how come it's here?” Negris understood, asking with confusion.

Anthony guessed, “It might have been lost. The Chaos Plane is so vast, shrouded in mist year-round, even Void Origin could not have searched every place. Besides Famerbis, the other two Void Law Monuments have no consciousness, so they ended up lost here.”

Indeed, the Chaos Plane was too vast. Under the shroud of mist, even Primordial Gods had limited visibility, like walking in a dark forest. Unless one stumbled upon it by sheer luck, it was difficult to find a Void Law Monument.

“You and your dog's luck,” Negris was used to it by now and casually mocked.

At that moment, the Little Sapling on Ange's shoulder suddenly popped up, enthusiastically waving its True Leaves at the Void Law Monument sending an excited signal: Ya–Ya–
Little Sapling had been very quiet lately, seemingly in some stage of evolution, so it hadn't popped up for a long while. It was unexpected that it would do so now–could there be something on the Void Law Monument that attracted it?

Chapter end

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