Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1269

Chapter 1269: Chapter 832 What is called a tree, this is the Void Tree Chapter 1269: Chapter 832 What is called a tree, this is the Void Tree “In the end, wouldn't all the planes just get squeezed into the Chaos Plane and then collide into each other?” sighed Negris, watching the model that Tyrone and Hiludi had come up with.

Tyrone nodded and said, “It's not necessary to be squeezed into the Chaos Plane. As the Void contracts, the major planes will lose their balance and then collide with each other. If we're lucky, they might hold together until they reach the Chaos Plane, but if we're not, they'll collide right away. I beg you to contact the Master Plane and ask everyone to avoid this.”

Even though he talked about avoiding it, Tyrone's face showed no sign of ease because he knew the suggestion was absurd–this type of plane-wide calamity–where could one possibly hide?

Hide in another plane? Other planes are crashing too, like the Light Sea Plane, Resting Abyss, and so on, which don't have the barriers of the Master Plane. Hiding there would only hasten their demise.

According to Tyrone's thinking, the safest place would actually be the Holy Kingdom, which can move autonomously and avoid collisions at any time, but he didn't dare to suggest it because it raised the question of who should be allowed in. The elderly and children? The people of Goddess of Beauty City? Or the students from Stellaris Academy?

Allowing any of those would hardly include the folk from Stellaris Academy; should Ange ignore the citizens of Goddess of Beauty City to save his own people from Stellaris Academy? Tyrone didn't think he had the influence for that.

If only he knew that the Holy Kingdom had vanished by then, he wouldn't have this headache.

Secondly, hiding in the Conch Plane was the next safest option because the Conch Plane is very resilient. This plane, which was based on the shells of the Iron Scale Cleaners and covered with a large amount of bone, compressed and soaked with Soul Energy, then metallized, essentially looked like a metal skeleton. Perhaps it wouldn't even shatter in a plane collision.

If Water God Tom and Lorca returned, the Conch Plane might even gain the ability to move on its own, which would alleviate worries about colliding.

Thus, Tyrone planned to suggest next that Water God Tom and Lorca return.

But Ange tapped Little Sapling on the head and nodded, saying, “Alright, no more collisions.”

“What… no more collisions?” Tyrone was dumbfounded.

Negris was equally confounded, not understanding the meaning of Ange's words. Why no more collisions?

Ange grabbed his head in frustration and said, “Old Tree, Little Tree, support, no more collisions.”

“Do you mean that you're having the Old Tree and Little Tree support the structure of the planes, preventing them from colliding?” Negris asked skeptically, his face full of disbelief.

…
With a thunderous roar, in the Elf Forest of the Master Plane, all its creatures were jolted awake from their sleep, terrified as they looked toward the World Tree.

There, the Tree of Life, as magnificent as the greatest peak of the world, appeared as if it had been fed water and fertilizer, growing vigorously again–it shot up by thousands of meters and thickened significantly before it stopped, but this external growth stopped. The underground growth continued, the rumbling vibrations persisting for more than ten days.

During these days, the elves noticed daily that the roots of the Tree of Life had become thicker, and the range of its root system had expanded greatly.

The same scene also unfolded in the Light Sea Plane, Resting Abyss, Conch Plane, and every world where Ange had planted a World Tree.

It was no different in the Star Burst Plane, except there the World Tree's network connected to Little Sapling's main trunk located in Iron Sand City, forming another vast network.

…
After hearing Ange's description and Negris's translation, everyone was stunned, feeling as if they had listened to a mythical tale.

“So, the World Tree spread its roots, reaching across space to 'shake hands' with other planes' World Trees to prevent them from colliding? Is that what you mean?” Tyrone asked incredulously.

Ange nodded.

“Can it really hold? The Plane is enormous; can a single tree really support it? Lord, it's not that I doubt the God of Life, but from a mechanical perspective, it seems very unlikely. Perhaps we should consider moving everyone to the Conch Plane for safety,” Tyrone said worriedly.

Originally, Negris was also skeptical, but when Tyrone questioned it like that, he became unhappy. “What do you mean by a single tree? The Tree of Ten Thousand Realms is also a tree. Not to mention supporting a Plane, it can even support the Void. The old tree is a Void Tree, only one level below the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms. There's nothing it can't support.”

“But…” Tyrone couldn't understand. He couldn't comprehend even the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms supporting the Void, let alone the old tree supporting a Plane.

To him, the notion that 'the Ancient Godlight and the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms supported the entire Void' was absurd. He simply couldn't grasp how these two Origins could support the Void.

However, it wasn't his immediate concern. Not understanding could be reasoned out slowly since it didn't affect him, but now it was different; all his family and friends, tens of thousands of students and faculty, were on the Master Plane. He couldn't rest easy without seeing for himself.

“I want to go back and see,” Tyrone said.

Not only did Tyrone think this way, but Lisa and others also felt concerned about their enterprises in the Goddess of Beauty City, fearing a meteor might fall and destroy it.

However, Lisa had unconditional trust in Ange. If Ange said it was alright, she believed him, but she still wanted to go back and see.

Seeing that everyone felt this way, Ange called over Big Cat, and with loud mewls, Big Cat transformed into a big furry ball on the ground.

Upon returning to the Master Plane, Tyrone and Hiludi immediately rushed back to Stellaris Academy.

“Oh? You've come back? What happened?” Auburnli asked in surprise.

“Auburnli, ma'am, we should be the ones asking that. Has anything happened at home?” Hiludi asked.

“Nothing really happened, apart from occasional minor earthquakes. What are you referring to?” Auburnli said, puzzled.

Seeing everyone's perplexed expressions, Tyrone felt relieved. For now, no major disasters had occurred on the Master Plane. Relieved, he said, “Ms. Auburnli, I recommend relocating Stellaris Academy to the Conch Plane. For a while, the Conch Plane might be the safest…”

Just as he spoke, a star suddenly lit up in the sky; its brightness was astonishing, conspiculously standing out against the dark night sky.

Tyrone's heart skipped a beat. A whirlwind erupted around him, lifting him swiftly and flying him towards Astrology Tower. Being an experienced astrologer, he was too familiar with star positions; this sudden bright star definitely hadn't been in this position before.

However, the ground limitations of the Astrology Tower were significant. Tyrone aligned with the star's direction, only seeing a bright point, unable to discern what was happening.

But with that star as the backdrop, he began to discern some silhouettes. “That shadow, could it be an irregular Shattered Plane?”

Tyrone immediately focused on the irregular shadow, continuously recording and calculating. After some time, he reached a conclusion.

“It really is a Shattered Plane, and it's moving towards the Master Plane. Ah, Lord Ange said there would be no collision, that the old tree could hold it up. How could that be possible? I knew it was unreliable. How could a tree hold up a Plane? Wait? The Shattered Plane has stopped?”

While muttering complaints, Tyrone continued to organize his notes, preparing to report to Ange to see how to deal with the approaching fragment of the Plane. But when he took one last look through the Astrological Mirror, he noticed that the shadow had stopped.

Not only had it stopped, but something strange was happening at the edge of the shadow, as if something was growing on it.

“Hiludi, Hiludi, come here, open the Space Lens for me,” Tyrone called out.

Upon hearing the call, Hiludi hurried over, opening a Space Gate in front of the Astrology Mirror's objective lens.

Through the different combinations of crystal lenses such as the eyepiece, prism, concave, and objective lenses, and through the Space Gate,Tyrone's gaze finally landed on a shattered Plane. On that fragment of the Plane, thick vines slowly grew, entwining the Plane fragment tightly like pythons.

Perhaps sensing Tyrone's gaze, the tip of the vine even rose, slowly swaying in this direction.

Chapter end

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