Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1315 - Chapter 1315 Chapter 878 The Ancient Godlight is Doomed

Chapter 1315: Chapter 878: The Ancient Godlight is Doomed Chapter 1315: Chapter 878: The Ancient Godlight is Doomed Little Bone crawled out from the cold, dry sand, observing the sun rising slowly on the distant horizon, its rays bathing him, giving him a warm sensation.

Little Bone paused to reflect, as in the past he disliked the sunlight and used to hide under the rubble to avoid it whenever the sun came out at the temple ruins.

There were bugs under the rubble, crawling onto him, gnawing at his bones; but compared to the torment of sunlight, the bugs seemed bearable, especially as his skeleton grew harder and the bugs could no longer chew on it.

However, at some point, he realized he had begun to like the sunlight, which seemed to carry the essence of the Monarch.

While pondering this, Little Bone gazed towards the sky, where a massive stream of energy poured down to the horizon. It seemed that around the same time the energy appeared, he began to like the sunlight. Why was that?

It was a complex question for Little Bone and he quickly dismissed it, heading briskly towards the forest ahead.

In the midst of the boundless desert, a sizable forest had appeared abruptly, with neatly planted trees at its edge that grew thicker the deeper one went, surrounding a World Tree at the core.

Little Bone agilely navigated through various sturdy branches, roots, stumps, vines, and dead branches, and arrived under the World Tree, kneeling on a clearing with perfect form.

He first kneeled with both knees but kept his upper body upright, his skull tilted back forty-five degrees, looking upward at the World Tree.

Then, with palms facing upwards, he lifted them, seated his hips back on his heels, and leaned his whole body forward.

Not until his lifted hands touched the ground did his head swiftly knock forward, producing a dull thud.

Simultaneously, Little Bone’s soul emitted a sincere prayer: “Aoo–”

The whole set of movements was extraordinarily precise; clearly, he had been taught by someone, even the prayer had its specific language.

The World Tree rustled as if responding to Little Bone’s prayer, buds sprouted at the edges of its roots, quickly growing into finger-thick, half-meter tall saplings.

Little Bone got up, pulled these saplings out one by one, tied them into a bunch, and walked out, then carefully planted them at the edge of the forest.

Thus, as days and nights alternated, seasons changed, and years went by, the forest grew larger every day, becoming lush and transforming into a wilderness.

On another similar day, Little Bone crawled out from the sand, deftly making his way through the increasingly dense wilderness to the foot of the World Tree.

As the forest continued to grow, and the trees became denser, the difficulty of walking increased for Little Bone.

However, Little Bone discovered that traveling on the treetops was more convenient, so he learned to hop from branch to branch and even swing across on hanging vines, almost as fast as before.

In fact, going out was more troublesome because he needed to carry a large bundle of saplings, but Little Bone had already thought of a solution. If he could fly like a bird, couldn’t he just fly out from the treetops?

How could he fly? Little Bone pondered and pondered… wasn’t this meditation?

Little Bone also learned many other things, for instance, the further away from the World Tree, the lower the survival rate of the saplings, but those with fewer leaves had a higher survival rate.

So, when planting, he would remove all leaves from the saplings.

Also, he found that shorter saplings had a higher survival rate, so he dug the holes a bit deeper and buried the saplings deeper into the soil, leaving only a short part exposed.

Then it discovered that if planted too shallowly, once the wind blew at night, the saplings would be buried by the next day.

So, Little Bone picked many withered branches from among the trees and planted them around the saplings to protect them from being buried. As long as the saplings could survive and grow taller, the sand wouldn’t bury them.

But as more and more saplings were planted, the withered branches quickly ran out, and Little Bone had no choice but to break off some fresh branches and leaves, which he found could also work.

Since fresh leaves worked, could withered leaves work as well? Withered leaves couldn’t stand upright, but what if they were buried in the sand?

Gradually, Little Bone learned to bury withered leaves in the sand, creating a protective circle around the saplings.

By circling and circling, Little Bone discovered that if the protective circles of two saplings touched each other, only half as many were needed; thus, Little Bone made them into semi-circles, fitting one semi-circle into another.

In this way, continuously encountering difficulties and continually learning new methods, every time he prayed, some new ideas would emerge.

One day, Little Bone came to the World Tree as usual, prayed in the standard posture, and then devoutly knocked his head on the ground.

Something unusual happened, the ground where Little Bone’s head knocked fractured like a spiderweb, cracking open.

Little Bone tilted his head, scraped open the broken ground, and a question arose in his empty skull: Why would the soil crack?

The spot where Little Bone’s head had knocked had originally been loose soil, not stone; he wasn’t foolish enough to knock his head against stone. Though it had compacted from frequent knocks, it was essentially still soil; why would it crack?

Peeling back the broken soil, Little Bone found a book-like clod of soil. It was quite heavy to hold, complete with a cover, pages, and spine, but made of mud.

Little Bone cocked his head, recalling that the king also seemed to have a book. So, mimicking the king’s actions, he flipped open the cover.

If it was just a mud-like book, the edges of the cover would have fallen off as he flipped it. Unexpectedly, Little Bone really did open the cover, and a glowing light emerged from the pages, manifesting a shadowy image of the Bronze Dragon.

The Bronze Dragon looked left and right, its gaze falling on Little Bone, and exclaimed in shock, “Little Bone? Have you turned into a Golden Skeleton? Is this the Dimensional Space? How did the forest get so big? Did you plant all these? How long have you been planting?”

Little Bone tilted his head.

Seeing him like this, the Bronze Dragon knew it was pointless to ask and frustratedly said, “How can you be just like Ange? Never mind, I’ll see for myself.”

Finding a broken tree, countings its rings, it shouted in astonishment, “Twelve years? Have you been here for twelve years? Don’t know what a year is? It’s cold, hot, cold, hot… one, two, three… up to twelve, right?”

Little Bone counted on his fingers, finally nodding his head.

The Bronze Dragon gasped, “It’s been only two days outside, but twelve years have passed here. No wonder my consciousness couldn’t return to my body… Ange, what are you up to?”

Muttering to himself, the sunlight shifted to an oblique angle, filtering through the gaps in the leaves and catching the eyes of the Bronze Dragon, causing it to follow the light and look outside the forest.

Seeing that energy flow spilling from the void to the horizon, the Bronze Dragon couldn’t hold back his curse anymore, “Kvada, you Dead Skull, are you using the Time Extension Line to extend time and steal the power from the Ancient Godlight to fill your Dimensional Space?!”

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Outside the Red Giant Ball, Negris recounted the situation back to the Bronze Dragon, and the Monarch immediately said, “The Ancient Godlight is doomed.”