Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1183 - Chapter 1183 Chapter 747 Sir this isnt revival its recreation

Chapter 1183: Chapter 747: Sir, this isn’t revival, it’s recreation! Chapter 1183: Chapter 747: Sir, this isn’t revival, it’s recreation! “Come, come, let’s hide them all. Just leave Bujaka,” Negris greeted excitedly.

Lidali and Helan, confused, pushed the Ancient Gods down as Negris had instructed, and hid them before asking puzzled, “What are you planning to do, sir?”

“Fishing,” Negris said. With the backing of the Chaotic Undead Legion, Negris’s courage grew; originally, it had been passive fishing, but now he had started to actively fish.

On a tiny shattered plane, packed full, several Ancient Gods were huddled together; shadows loomed all around, making the scene impossibly awkward.

Sure enough, seeing Bujaka dragging the shattered plane and thinking it might be something precious, some Ancient Gods that believed themselves strong enough to overpower Bujaka, or relying on their numbers, charged forward and then found themselves surrounded by a dozen Ancient Gods.

This fishing trip with Bujaka even garnered experience; their emotions ran high, and Bujaka himself, his face tense and shrinking with fear, even panicked upon sensing any movement.

The Ancient Gods, confident in their power, couldn’t resist such temptation; they rushed forward immediately and then became captives.

Just like that, before returning to the Blood-colored Abyss, they had captured twenty-five Ancient Gods. Since there was no immediate way to restrain them, they had to allow some Undead Wandering Souls to inhabit their bodies.

Even the Little Demon King couldn’t help but exclaim, “Never have I seen so many fellows together; I really want to kill them all.”

At that moment, all the Ancient Gods began to tremble terribly, especially as Ange and others were still researching the situation of the headless body of Thunder Roar.

“It seems it’s the structure of the chest that allows it to emit a roar shattering all objects. This is not arcane magic but rather an oscillation of the Dark Element. More detailed research will need to be done by Durken, as this is beyond my capabilities,” Anthony said, his hands covered in fresh blood, then rubbed his hands together, and a Holy Light spread from his hands and rapidly purified all the dirt.

“Are we settled on calling it Dark Element?” Negris asked.

Ever since Ange used the feather of the Chaotic Holy Spirit to block an invisible element in the void, there had been controversy over whether to call it ‘Dark Element’ or ‘Darkness Element.’

It wasn’t until the Light of Creation surrendered that this dispute was resolved since what the Light of Creation had made was ‘darkness,’ which was different from the invisible energy in the void.

“Let’s call it that for now; anyone who wants to overturn it can write a paper,” Anthony said.

“Okay, so you mean, if we understand the reason behind the chest’s ability to oscillate the Dark Element, we can then create various devices targeting the Dark Element. Indeed, we need Durken for this, and probably it’s not something he can handle alone, so let’s involve Stellaris Academy and the True Research Group. Later, let’s send the body back,” Negris said.

Ange stored the body away.

Thus, they fished all the way, pulling the shattered plane to the Blood-colored Abyss, and the twenty-plus Ancient Gods carried it, settling slowly onto the Blood-colored Abyss.

“Alright, the thing has been dragged back; how do you plan to resurrect it?” Negris asked eagerly.

Ange pointed at a spot on the Blood-colored Abyss and said, “Dig it up, expose the roots, break it open, reveal the core, and connect them.”

“Are you saying, expose the roots and core of the Divine Tree and join them together? That will resurrect it?” Negris exclaimed.

Ange shook his head, left-hand revealing Insect Ash Liquid, and right hand conjuring the Undead Holy Light: “Rebirth, activate.”

“You want to use Insect Ash Liquid for rebirth and then activate it with the Undead Holy Light? But you can’t resurrect it; at most, you’ll end up with a living Divine Tree, not resurrecting the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms,” Negris said.

Ange scratched his head, troubled, and said, “I, saw, when it was alive, I let it grow back.”

Both Negris and Anthony involuntarily gasped.

Negris was shocked, “You mean, from the information it transmitted to you, you saw its complete form and letting it grow back to that form equals resurrection?”

“Just like I resurrected Polk. I think that’s what Polk looked like, so he grew up like that? Sir, this isn’t resurrection; you’re planning to recreate the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms,” Anthony exclaimed in shock.

Negris couldn’t contain his excitement, “Kvada, recreating the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, what a thought, but it’s very likely to succeed. Just revitalize it, let it grow on its own. As long as it grows back to its original form, who can say it isn’t the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms? All we need is its body, not its soul.”

From afar, Pink Hem scoffed, “They want its body, not its heart? This Fatty Dragon’s really heartless, don’t lead people astray.”

“That’s it, as long as it grows back to its former scale, we say it’s the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms; who dares say it’s not? Moreover, we don’t even need to act; it can grow on its own. It’s very feasible,” Anthony also couldn’t help feeling excited.

Not having been to the Chaos Plane, they didn’t know the might of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms. This tree, dead for five hundred thousand years, is still sheltering the entire Chaos Plane today; most creatures from various planes survive on the remnants of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms.

Seeing the two of them so excited, Ange felt somewhat baffled; he just wanted to plant trees, what’s there to be so excited about?

Excavating the ground was usually a challenging task, but with twenty-plus Ancient Gods, billions of Undead, billions of Chaotic Undead, hundreds of thousands of Demons, and millions of Human Elves involved, the task became straightforward, totally manageable without Ange having to exert effort.

Taking this opportunity, he continued to raise the remaining corpses from the River of Dead Bodies. The deeper he went, the higher the level of the corpses, and the number of Golden Skeletons increased, but the bodies became more fragmented.

Throughout the blood sacrifices over several tens of thousands of years, the total number of corpses in the River of Dead Bodies could reach hundreds of billions, but those at the very bottom were crushed into fragments. Even if they were metallized, it was meaningless. Picking through the remains, he could gather around twenty billion, though the vast majority were just corpses.

The resurrection of the Undead continued consistently, forming a positive cycle. The breath of death that had settled in the River of Dead Bodies was continuously transformed into Soul Fire, urging each body into becoming an Undead.

With each batch he induced, Ange shifted the “thread” onto those soulless corpses, raising them into the resurrection process of the Undead. New Soul Fires were born within them, and as long as the breath of death in the River of Dead Bodies wasn’t exhausted, the resurrection would not stop.

He kept manipulating until the ground was dug up, revealing roots, and then Ange returned.

He picked up a strand of root, scraped off the rotten cross-section, and shone the Undead Holy Light onto it, purifying the mold, and other dirty substances, then smeared a bit of Insect Ash Liquid onto the cross-section, allowing the long-dead roots to regenerate.

Then he did the same with a Shattered Plane that had been dug up to reveal its core, which was placed in a large pit. Ange pulled the regenerated roots, trying to connect them to the core, but after several tugs without any movement, the roots remained firmly entrenched in the ground. Despite having passed five hundred thousand years, they were still firmly solid.

Ange tilted his head, wondering if he had to smash the Plane?

Little Sapling also tilted its head, then suddenly stretched out a branch that first twined around the roots before forking off towards the core.

At the point the branches were to touch, Ange dabbed a little Insect Ash Liquid, and once the liquid seeped in, the spot revealed a hint of green.

Thus, the branches of Little Sapling turned into an extension between the roots and the core, linking the two together.

Ange hurried to extract various fertilizers, applying them drop by drop on this particular root, repeatedly comparing what nutrients it required, then concluded that it could absorb any fertilizer.

As the nutrients were absorbed, the whole root slowly “came to life,” starting from the point of contact of the cross-section and gently extending towards the end.

The core, too, showed the same effect. The point where it connected to the roots began to slowly spread greenness around.

“Did it succeed? It really worked. Continue connecting, connect all the roots,” Negris excitedly said.

What followed was a long, tedious, repetitive process. When about fifty roots had been connected, Little Sapling became listless, shaking all the leaves on its body.

Ange quickly let it rest and turned to seek assistance from the God of Life.

The God of Life spoke leisurely, “Let Seedling handle it. Its branches grafted onto the parent stem’s roots and core carry the power of the parent stem.”

Carrying the power of the parent stem? Such a good thing? Ange immediately decided to let Little Sapling rest well before continuing.

Taking advantage of this downtime, Dimali finally had the chance to speak and simply knelt down to worship, “Greetings, Master God. Thank you for saving my life and the lives of the elves. They have entrusted me to offer everything to you.”

He finished and held up a leaf toward Ange with both hands.

“Eh, the Heart of the Elf? This really exists?” Negris exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone looked at it, making Negris explain, “This is a theoretical concept because ancient trees have always been the gods of the Elf Clan, so its Heart of Life is the Heart of the Elf. Theoretically, if the Elf Clan loses its object of faith, then their belief might reside in an object, like a leaf or a stone, creating a totem imbued with the faith of the Elf Clan, which is the Heart of the Elf.”

Anthony asked in confusion, “But why don’t Anrus and the others have it?”

“They do, Aesclis is one, a stronger deity rather than a totem,” Negris remarked.

Ange understood, handed the leaf to Little Sapling, Little Sapling moved its leaves rejecting: Ya–Ya–Ya–

Then he handed it to the God of Life, who also refused, and eventually, the Heart of the Elf ended up in the hands of the Tree Herder Trent.

Negris couldn’t help pulling Anthony aside and asked, “They don’t want the Heart of the Elf? Why?”

Anthony guessed, “Little Sapling might not understand how to use the power within. It’s the Faith Elemental Force. The old tree probably doesn’t want to take responsibility. These are elves left from its parent stem, not its own, and as for the God, perhaps it’s just too troublesome, the Faith Elemental Force is too messy.”

“Uh, these days, nobody wants Faith Elemental Force?” Negris envied and jealously remarked.

“Hehe, isn’t that normal? A mortal’s dedication, to a real deity, is not only a benefit but also a responsibility. Not everyone can bask in the glory of the God,” Anthony laughed.

“Ah spit, your tone really sounds like those Godmen selling Redemption Tickets,” Negris scoffed.

Anthony rubbed his nose, “Redemption Tickets have been sold too.”

Originally thinking that offering the Heart of the Elf might earn the Master God’s favor, little did Dimali know Ange didn’t want it at all. Entrusted with the overstepping request by the Elf Queen, he hesitated to raise it, instead saying, “My Lord, the Ancient Gods of the Wandering God League hope for your protection.”