Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 983

Chapter 983: Chapter 553: Has the Light Returned? Chapter 983: Chapter 553: Has the Light Returned? Everyone gathered close for a look and indeed, beneath the fractured surface of the ice, a human figure was clearly visible.

“Quick, quick, dig it out and take a look, be careful not to crack the person,” Negris hurriedly said.

However, at that moment, Feiti suddenly said, “I think we should first clarify what's going on. I just scanned with my mind, and the ice is filled with people.”

Filled with people? Everyone hurriedly used their minds to scan the ice, but the layers were too thick. Although shattered into several large pieces, each piece had a diameter of several kilometers–what did that imply?

The highest peaks of the Master Plane were only over 8,000 meters high. Several kilometers equal over 10,000 meters, taller than the highest peaks. If inside was filled with people, it could fit several hundred million people of the Master Plane.

Moreover, the density of the ice blocks was higher than soil, and the soul scan couldn't penetrate too far, only vaguely revealing many 'human figures.'
“Oh, great God of Balance, grant me the eyes to see through all mysteries!” Anthony closed his eyes tightly, then suddenly opened them, shooting out two bright beams of light from his eyes, like searchlights, into the ice.

As the light penetrated, it immediately illuminated countless human figures, strewn in various positions, eternally encased within.

Despite everyone being seasoned, heartless folks, the sight still involuntarily made them gasp.

“What's going on? Why are there so many people frozen inside? Was there a massacre? Who killed them?” Durken asked in astonishment.

No one knew what was happening, and everyone shook their heads in unison.

Ange suddenly raised his right hand, and above his head, a large cluster of Soul Flame burst forth, resembling a lighthouse of souls.

The gentle waves of soul energy spread out, calming everyone's hearts involuntarily.

“Soul whispers? Kvada, since when did this skeleton learn this? I thought he didn't know how to use Undead Godhood, such a disgrace to the face of the Undead God,” Negris muttered to himself as he calmed down.

Diyali's huge head came closer, asking softly, “Why does the Dragon God have Undead Godhood? Are you Dragon Gods or Undead Gods, or Gods of Light?”

“All of them, it's complicated. I'll explain it to you later,” Negris replied quietly, then curiously asked, “If we were not Dragon Gods, what were you planning to do? Drive us away or fight us?”

Diyali's head shook like a rattle drum: “I don't want to die, I would be very obedient.”

“Smart!” Negris complimented her, then reassured, “Ange is indeed a Dragon God. I am also from the Dragon Clan, once a Bronze Dragon, you may call me the God of Knowledge.”

Diyali blinked, said nothing, and withdrew her head, her face full of skepticism. Such a small dragon, daring to call himself the God of Knowledge, she just couldn't believe it.

The soul whispers continued for a little while. Ange retracted his Undead Godhood and said, “There are no souls.”

Anthony, Durken, Feiti, and Negris all involuntarily drew a sharp breath.

No souls? The implications of this situation were terrifying.

The soul is the hardest thing to extinguish. Once there is an abundance of soul energy, they turn into the breath of death, lurking in all nooks and crannies, emerging in the right environment, or contaminating into Breathing Soil, or transforming into Wraiths, or directly turning into Soul Fire, breeding various Undead.

To obliterate a soul requires very specialized and precise methods, such as Holy Light Purification, or intense burning.

Even sunlight cannot completely obliterate soul energy. They hide in the cracks of soil and rocks, reemerging at night.

Unless there are days of exposure to the sun, the only places completely devoid of the breath of death are those vast deserts and wastelands. Any rocky caves or river channels still contain traces of the breath of death.

Of course, such insubstantial amounts of this energy hardly matter, barely causing a chill down one's spine at most.

But now, in the pitch-black void, the countless frozen bodies contained not a trace of soul. What did this signify?

Negris speculated, “Is it because they've been frozen too long, so all the soul energy has dissipated?”

Durken immediately shook his head and said, “No, the soul energy would contaminate these ice blocks, turning them into… um, Liquid of Breath of Death, into Breath of Death Ice. It wouldn't dissipate, at least not faster than these ice blocks.”

“Then, has someone deliberately dispersed or absorbed the soul energy?” Negris guessed again.

“That's also unlikely,” Feiti shook his head. “The ice layer is too thick. Even if someone could disperse the surface soul energy, the deeper layers wouldn't be affected. As for absorption, without the powerful Undead Godhood, it's very difficult to completely draw out the soul energy; some would always remain.”

Negris couldn't figure it out, “This is impossible, that's impossible, surely these people can't still be alive, right?”

Everyone exchanged glances and burst out laughing in unison, sealed inside for who knows how long, yet still alive–that would make these people tougher than the Undead.

Just then, Ange suddenly asked, “Did you, did you hear that?”

“Hear? Hear what?” Negris asked, puzzled, perking up his ears while others also expanded their senses, trying to listen, but they heard nothing.

“Someone, speaking: light, there is light, the light has returned… right?” Ange recounted.

Negris shivered all over, scared, “None of us heard it, only you did? Are you seeing ghosts or what?”

“What's there to be scared of seeing a ghost? You get the Great Sage, you see them every day; scary is those people can still talk after being sealed for so long–that is truly frightening. My lord, can you find out who is speaking?” Anthony asked.

Ange stretched out his hand, then took out a bottle of pure water, opened the cap, and Tom gurgled out, condensing into a little water person.

Ange pointed at the ice block and said, “Find, the person speaking.”

“Alright.” Tom agreed, diving into the ice like jumping into water, without causing even a splash because he quickly froze.

“Wow, this Tom has been quite obedient lately. Didn't it used to disdain such impure water? With so many corpses in the ice, why isn't it bothered?” Negris wondered aloud.

Anthony found Tom hard to understand and said, “It's not that it disdains impure water; it fears it won't come clean again after getting dirty. Now that my lord can produce overpowering pure water at will, it has no worries anymore–worst case, it gets dirty and seeks my lord for purification, just like the Little Angel.”

“That's right, that damn Angel, always relying on Ange to restore her and recklessly using her powers, getting herself toasted. She hasn't changed; it's all because Ange spoiled her.” As Negris said this, he felt a warmth on his back.

Turning his head, he saw the Little Angel glaring at him angrily, casting a beam of Holy Light that scorched his back, smoking it.

“You damned child!” Negris cursed angrily, slipping away to hide in front of Ange. If the Little Angel continued, the beam would hit Ange next.

The Little Angel withdrew the Holy Light, glaring at him angrily.

Negris grumbled discontentedly, “This damned child, you don't manage her.”

Ange tilted his head and remained silent, casting a Purify spell towards Negris just to make a point. The Little Angel had good control–it only made him smoke, without even damaging a scale.

“Yet this damned child is getting better at controlling the Holy Light Flash, managing to compress its power so magnificently,” Negris murmured.

It's easy to increase the power of Holy Light Flash, just use full force, but to lower the power is not–this involves control issues. If you suppress it too much and control it poorly, it won't 'flash' and becomes some other type of Holy Light.

Just then, Ange pulled Negris aside and said, “Found it.”

On the ice block, a little snow person popped up, then solidified and shattered.

From where it sprang up, a large amount of ice shattered, continuously sliding out, quickly forming an ice cave that extended inward ceaselessly.

The ice cave spewed out more and more ice pieces, piling up on the ground, and finally, a human body also slid out.

It was a woman, dressed in a pristine white dress, her body rigid, eyes closed tight.

Anthony leaned in to examine her and said, “No breath, no heartbeat, no soul activity, dead, just a shell. Tom, you must be mistaken?”

On the shattered ice, a little snow person sprang up, “How dare you doubt me, Water God Tom? This is an insult. If we're free, let's duel; I made no mistake–I saw her speak with my own eyes.”

After Tom finished, he turned to Ange and said, “My lord, I am impure now, can you help me purify?”

Ange crackled a few Freckle Removal Techniques, purifying the impurities from Tom's body.

“Saw with your own eyes? Impossible, such an empty shell isn't even qualified as Undead.” Anthony leaned closer, summoning the Holy Light and shining it over the body, eventually reaching her face.

The woman's eyes suddenly opened, revealing a pair of frost-like pupils, weakly saying, “Light… Holy Light… is it the Holy Light, has the light returned?”

Chapter end

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