Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1125 - Chapter 1125 Chapter 689 Guess Who I Am

Chapter 1125: Chapter 689: Guess Who I Am? Chapter 1125: Chapter 689: Guess Who I Am? That was a tuft of pure white light, pure and free of any impurities. But quickly, the light transformed, shifting from white to red, turning into a blob of red light.

The red light flickered for a while, then slowly deepened, first turning blueish red, to purplish blue, to blackish purple, and eventually became a blob of black light. It seemed to absorb all the surrounding sunlight, with the brightness diminishing the closer one got to the light.

The Little Dimensional Beast turned its head in surprise to glance at Starfire. It felt that its pet owner’s hand was trembling, seemingly a bit panicky.

What was there to panic about? The Little Dimensional Beast licked the palm of Starfire, trying to soothe the Goddess of Starfire, advising her not to worry.

It was unclear whether it was due to the Little Dimensional Beast’s comforting or the changing color of the light, but Starfire stopped trembling and even let out a breath.

The black light changed again into yellow light, a warm yellow that felt cozy on the skin and somewhat dazzling to look directly at.

“This is sunlight…” the Goddess of Starfire muttered quietly, not even noticing that her voice was somewhat rough.

Ever since Ange learned that red and blue light could promote the growth of crops, he had always maintained the habit of providing supplementary lighting, coupled with the Holy Light Technique. If anyone across the two Planes had a deep understanding of ‘light,’ Ange was definitely one of the foremost.

However, red and blue light and Holy Light were not comprehensive; they couldn’t compare to sunlight. Incorrect use could easily cause crops to bolt, but mastery of sunlight was not an easy task.

The Sun was too far from the Plane. By the time its light reached here, only the ‘light’ remained, making it hard to distinguish the ‘types’ of light within. It was through molecular scattering that ‘daylight’ was formed within a Plane, and if one moved away from the Plane, sunlight would not be visible.

The vast majority of the Abyss had no sunlight. Their day and night were consistent with the Master Plane because the sunlight cast upon the Master Plane was then reflected to them.

This was also why the Material Plane was known as the ‘Master’ Plane.

Take, for example, the Land of Fallen, where there is eternal night for a month, but daylight lasts for four months due to the manner of its rotation, staying oriented towards the Master Plane for an extended time until it finally turns around after four months.

As for those Abysses far from the Master Plane, there was no sunlight at all, such as the Conch Plane, the Divine Wood Continent.

Ange never thought he would ‘see’ sunlight in this way. When the Sun Imprint devoured sunlight, the edges would cause the sunlight to separate into different properties. After repeating several times, Ange could clearly discern what ‘light’ it was and how to simulate it.

The Goddess of Starfire thought he wanted to see the Sun Imprint, but Ange had no interest in that. What he wanted to observe was sunlight.

After simulating sunlight, Ange rushed to the fields, approached the tops of the crops, and stepping down left a footprint, where the crops began to grow at a rapid pace.

The Instant Death Halo did not draw the Goddess of Starfire’s attention. For a being of her stature, accelerated time was not an incredible ability. She did not care whether it was growth acceleration or time acceleration; after all, the Bone Dragon’s bloodline accelerating time was not a surprise.

What shocked her was Ange’s ability to simulate; not only could he mimic abilities like the Abyssal Big Mouth’s devouring of sunlight but could also simulate sunlight itself?

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Dimali dashed a certain distance and dove into a hollow of the Divine Wood’s stump, stealthily lifting his head to look out toward the distant Chaos Plane.

Good, it was safe, so Dimali quickly scrambled out and dashed along the Divine Wood’s stump into the mist, gulping down the Chaos Mist in big breaths. When he could not take any more, he gathered a bit, saving it for emergencies when hungry, and then retraced his steps back through the Chaos Mist to his dwelling place.

The Chaos Plane was surrounded by numerous remnants of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, shattered planes, and colossal relics of buildings, all of which had become hiding places for these lower-tier Ancient Gods.

The Chaos Plane had never been a safe place, with a strict hierarchy among the Primordial Gods, Ancient Gods, Domain Ancient Gods, and Void Ancient Gods. Invading the territory of a higher-tier Ancient God could easily result in destruction.

However, the expanse of the Chaos Plane was so vast, and the Chaos Mist so widespread, that the Ancient Gods rarely encountered each other, often going centuries without interaction, and mostly coexisting peacefully.

Only when an Ancient God was on the verge of stepping into the realm of the Primordial Gods and encroaching upon their dominion would the Chaos Plane erupt into massive unrest, resulting in numerous Void Ancient Gods perishing and Ancient Gods being expelled, after which the Chaos Plane would return to tranquility.

Such events were rare, and in Dimali’s memory, it had occurred only once. It was when the Bone Dragon was expelled, and the Serpent of Misfortune captured in the process, removing two major Ancient Gods from the Chaos Plane. However, that was an occurrence from hundreds of thousands of years ago.

For these hundreds of thousands of years, the Chaos Plane had been calm, until a few centuries ago when an Undead Ruler arrived. This Undead Ruler broke the Second Law of the Void–the impossibility of consciousness being stolen.

With each Ancient God killed, he plundered their consciousness and power, throwing the entire Chaos Plane into chaos and ending its previous serenity.

Previous struggles between Ancient Gods did not violate the Laws of the Void; they couldn’t even if they wished to. But this Undead Ruler, seemingly appearing from nowhere, was not only capable of plundering the consciousness of other Ancient Gods but also saw rapid increases in strength.

Decades ago, he could only kill Void Ancient Gods, but decades later, he had slain Domain Ancient Gods. In less than a hundred years, he was formidable enough to claim dominion over Chaos Mist, standing on equal footing with those Primordial Gods.

Dimali felt that this Undead Ruler must have hidden somewhere and cultivated his power to the level of a Primordial God before bursting onto the scene in the Chaos Plane.

Previously, as long as they avoided those Ancient God Hunters, their existence was somewhat bearable. But since the arrival of the Undead Ruler, who attacked daily, ensnaring and slaying any he came across, life had become intolerable.

Now, even Void Ancient Gods like Dimali had resorted to hiding, trying their best to stay indoors and only venturing into the Chaos Mist when absolutely necessary–to absorb a bit of it, catch a few snacks, and then manage to survive a few more years.

Unfortunately, he did not possess a container to hold Chaos Mist. Otherwise, he could have taken more in one go, avoiding the need to venture out for a long time.

There were many Void Ancient Gods like him on the Chaos Plane. They might have been mortal enemies or natural predators in the past, but now they had all become and allies in misfortune. They formed an organization called the Wandering God League to share information and intelligence and collectively sought ways to escape the Chaos Plane, no longer wishing to remain there.

Regrettably, this was not an easy task. Despite the alliance’s extended efforts, no one had found a reliable method, and more Ancient Gods were losing contact.

Like that one called Drosa, who hadn’t been seen in a long time and was presumed dead.

Returning to his hiding place, Dimali suddenly noticed a leaf glowing softly.

It was common to see glowing leaves on these Divine Tree remnants. Despite being dead for so many years, the remnants of the Divine Trees hadn’t entirely lost their vitality, which was truly miraculous.

A glowing leaf wasn’t unusual, but Dimali knew its significance. He hurriedly retrieved a stone and squeezed it tightly.

As an Imprint emerged on the stone, a message entered his mind, “Hello, hello, hello, is anyone there? Hello, hello, hello, is anyone there?”

“Who are you?” Dimali asked.

“Someone’s there, the connection is made, is that you, Dimali? Guess who I am?”