Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1270

Chapter 1270: Chapter 833: What's the Big Deal with Being Fat! Chapter 1270: Chapter 833: What's the Big Deal with Being Fat! The slowly swaying vines brought an inexplicably intense shock to Tyrone.

All along, he had no vivid conception of Ange's strength; he only felt it was very powerful, but he couldn't articulate where that strength lay.

Now he truly felt the enormity of such strength; a mere word from Ange could actually change the constellations in the sky.

The constellations were the domain Tyrone understood most profoundly. To him, the constellations could not be reversed; they were immutable omens.

Beings on the Plane could only look up, speculate, and adapt to the changes in the constellations, thus preserving themselves in great disasters. But now, with just a few words from Ange, in just five short words, he had altered the constellations and averted a plane-level disaster. What kind of ability was this?

To use the term “miracle” seemed insufficient; Tyrone himself was a god, an Archmage, the one who grasped the highest mysteries of magic, but compared with an existence that could casually change the constellations, they simply weren't on the same level.

His initial conception of Ange was just one of a group of deep abyss refugees discussed at the domain security conference, although, in the end, Ange had inexplicably become the conference's main director.

Out of the seven forces, six were allied with him, while Guliani had been marginalized; at most, Ange was an existence whose strength was not much different from theirs.

It was like your classmate during your magic apprentice days; you would never perceive anything remarkable about them until, one day, they suddenly soared into the sky.

That was how Tyrone felt at this moment. Could it really be that the deep abyss refugees discussed at the domain security conference had now become a being capable of influencing the constellations?

Negris also found it unbelievable, but what baffled it was the Old Tree and Little Tree: “They're so formidable now? They can support a world's Plane all by themselves?”

Ange said, “The Void Tree can.”

“You mean when they evolve into a Void Tree, they can do it? Why didn't they do it before then, and now they are hastily doing it?” Negris asked in wonder.

Ange tilted his head, matter-of-factly saying, “Natural laws.”

“What about now? Do they no longer have to follow natural laws?” Negris asked.

Ange patted his chest and said, “I, defy rules, have means.”

“Pfft–why are you, Dead Skull, always so aggravating when you speak? Having means is so great, huh?” Negris said irritably.

However, it probably understood. From the moment the Old Tree and Little Tree evolved into a Void Tree, they had acquired the ability to traverse Planes and grow at will.

The so-called Void Tree refers to one that can let its roots penetrate space, extend to another Plane, savor the power of life's growth, and thereby strengthen its own World Tree.

When the God of Life was still the World Tree, it entrusted Ange to scatter its seeds far and wide, preparing for a shoot of its own on every Plane, and Ange indeed did help accomplish this.

Though it's an opportunistic method, it's something that can be done at the level of the World Tree, and is even one of the keys to evolving into the Void Tree.

The normal evolutionary process of the World Tree is to spread over the entire Plane, transform the Plane's environment, allowing it to nurture life. As life grows, the World Tree, too, enjoys this power of growth.

As its power increases and it becomes capable of crossing Planes, it lets Elves carry its seeds to Other Planes and repeat the whole process of transforming environments–nurturing life–enjoying growth.

However, there was a slight hitch with the God of Life. The Elves it nurtured saw it as a deity, and under the influence of human religion, they developed exclusive, possessive thoughts, even going against the laws of nature and preventing its seeds from scattering.

The God of Life went with the flow, having no other aspirations until the emergence of the Little Sapling.

The inner turmoil of the God of Life at that time went like this:
Kvada, I have children?

My seed germinated? And produced so much? It wasn't that hard.

Planting trees? Symbiosis? God of Farming?

What if… I ask him to plant a few more for me?

I have children now? Hehe…

This transformation revitalized the God of Life's heart, which was only nine thousand years away from death. After enduring the insect catastrophe, he gritted his teeth and stamped his foot, deciding to run away from home.

Normally, the God of Life would spread his clonal offshoots across various Planes, slowly transforming them into Master Planes capable of harboring life, and then relish the growth of life, strengthening himself in the process–a journey that might take tens of thousands of years.

However, things quickly changed when Ange took the Little Sapling to another world and planted its offshoot there.

Thus, before even becoming a Void Tree, the God of Life had crossed different worlds, shouldering a burden that was insurmountable for him.

But while he couldn't bear it, the Little Sapling could. The celebration of life revealed the Little Sapling's potential, which had a very good chance of evolving into a Void Tree before him, prompting the God of Life to expend all the life force of his offshoots in order to transfer over.

At this point, it was clear that neither the God of Life nor the Little Sapling could grow by ordinary means. Thus, naturally, the God of Life gave up on various intensive parenting measures and simply wanted to pass his knowledge and experiences onto the Little Sapling.

Until the arrival of the Void War Tree, which brought news of the parent plant.

Growth certainly was faster when not following the usual process. The God of Life, who had become entwined with Ange's second Undead Godhood and thus connected Space Passages, was essentially a Void Tree already.

Under normal processes, he would have been able to extend his roots across space, penetrate other Planes, and grow offshoots to transform the Planes.

But as mentioned earlier, these processes were completed prematurely. Now, every major Plane had his offshoots, which felt like getting paid before even starting work, leaving one feeling listless and unmotivated.

Since things had already turned out this way, best to just let nature take its course. After spending tens of thousands of years tweaking the environmental conditions of the Planes to successfully nurture life, he could connect the offshoots across all the major Planes and become a true Void Tree.

Although he was already a Void Tree, the process still needed to be followed naturally.

Unexpectedly, fate did not grant him the opportunity to naturally complete the process. The Void was collapsing, Planes were in disarray, and the threat of collision loomed. It was then that the God of Farming waved his hand and brought out the fertilizer.

“What's the use of having fertilizer, they don't eat fertilizer,” Negris said irritably. After hearing the old tree's explanation, he was even more resentful. He had also dreamed of living without having to work yet still getting paid.

“Life needs it,” the God of Life spoke leisurely: “The so-called fertilizer is merely an element essential for the growth of life. Scatter these elements into the Abyss, and surely, some tenacious life shall thrive.”

Having fertilizer was one thing, but it was even more remarkable that the fertilizer was scattered by the God of Life himself, fertilizing and sustaining himself, completely self-sufficient.

As long as vigorous life continued to grow, the old tree and the Little Sapling could grow inexhaustibly, binding the disordered Planes together.

“Alright, the danger of Plane collision has been temporarily resolved, but the danger of the Void's collapse remains. The Master Plane and Star Burst Plane will sooner or later be drawn into the Chaos Plane. What do we do now if they still collide? Do you have any good ideas?” Negris asked.

Ange scratched his head, tentatively saying, “Lord?”

“Don't wait for that Old Immortal; by the time he shows up, the Planes might've already collided. He's unreliable, we're better off relying on ourselves,” Negris stated.

Chapter end

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