Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1316 - Chapter 1316 Chapter 879 Is This a Hint

Chapter 1316: Chapter 879: Is This a Hint? Chapter 1316: Chapter 879: Is This a Hint? “The power that destroys the Void would also be transformed into a gentle breeze over a long period of time,” the Monarch mused.

Only two days had passed outside, but twelve years had elapsed inside the Dimensional Space, which meant that time had been extended by eighteen hundred times. What attack could possibly harm Ange given such a reduction?

“Indeed, time is the most powerful defense. The discount on silver coins is already perverse, but a time extension line that reduces by eighteen hundred times? What sort of attack, after being reduced by eighteen hundred times, could harm Ange? That’s why that Dead Skull had the leisure to steal the power of Ancient Godlight to fill his Dimensional Space,” Negris said indignantly.

An eighteen hundred-fold time extension had created an extreme time difference between the Dimensional Space and the external world, making it so that it couldn’t return to its original form now. If it weren’t for Little Bone praying daily and establishing a connection on a faith-based level, it wouldn’t have been able to project inside.

This was a very strange phenomenon because its soul resided in the original body, and what was on the Bronze Dragon was just a projection. Now its projection was here, but it couldn’t return to the original body–had the projection become the original?

Moreover, why did Little Bone’s prayers establish a connection of faith? It was quite puzzling.

“It could be that the prayers planted knowledge, connecting it to you; don’t you also hold the God Status of common knowledge?” the Monarch speculated.

“Knowledge! It’s knowledge! You Old Immortal, can’t even remember the name, I’ll blast you!” Negris was so furious that he spat Dragon Breath.

Seeing that they were off-topic again, Abyssal Big Mouth couldn’t help but say, “However, in an eternal state of chaos, there is no time. All matter, energy, space, and time would sublime into the original state of chaos. Theoretically, the Time Extension Line can’t be used in eternal chaos.”

Yet, Dark Origin admired this, “This might just highlight how ingenious Lord is. He is creating a world; as long as there is life inside it, there will be space, time, everything. Ancient Godlight is doomed.”

Ancient Godlight thought that by using eternal chaos, it could destroy everything. Indeed, this power was very difficult to counter, including for the Monarch who had no clue. The only solution he could think of was to run, to get as far away as possible.

But being in the Energy Level Great Desert, where could they run? When eternal chaos infinitely expanded, devouring even space and time, no matter how far they ran, it was futile. Sooner or later, they would be pulled back since the space between them would be consumed.

No wonder Ange actively requested the Monarch to give him power. This seemed to be the only way to endure through the eternal chaos.

The release of eternal chaos by Ancient Godlight was not without cost. When its ultimate move was countered, what awaited it was obliteration. With an eighteen hundred-fold speed of time, Ancient Godlight had no means to retaliate. It was doomed.

“No, only life can perceive time. If there is no life, time becomes meaningless. Theoretically, if Ancient Godlight could kill all life in the Dimensional Space, the Time Extension Line might become invalid,” the Monarch said.

“What’s there to fear? Just kill them all and convert them into Undead,” Negris said dismissively.

The Monarch shook his head, “No, time doesn’t mean anything to me. If only Undead remain, the rate of time extension might drastically decrease, dropping to two or three times, which would be pointless.”

Negris and Anthony looked at each other, then after a moment burst into laughter, “You’re overthinking it. No need to worry about this. That Dead Skull must definitely be figuring out how to plant vegetables. His little skeletons are just like him, planting trees all day.”

Thinking of Ange’s tendency to plant everywhere, it seemed there was nothing to worry about. The Monarch smiled relievedly and leaned back, a high-backed throne materializing behind him: “Then I’ll just wait here leisurely.”

…

Days passed, and eventually only the Monarch, Dark Origin, Abyssal Big Mouth, Negris, and Anthony, along with a shattered Master Plane, remained in the entire Void.

The Monarch and other Void Origins didn’t change much, but Anthony had aged dramatically, his body stooped, staring lifelessly into the distance.

Seeing him like this, the Monarch sighed, “We all missed one thing; Chaos Mist is the source of all life in the Void. Without Chaos Mist, the Void no longer produces new consciousness or new life. Your body is rapidly failing; are you sure you don’t want to be converted into Undead?”

Anthony spoke slowly, “No need, Your Majesty, I feel Lord’s call. I will be reborn in the new world.”

“But…” the Monarch was just about to say something when an Elf mounted on a Unicorn arrived out of thin air.

This Elf had silver-white hair and a slightly wrinkled face which, although no longer youthful, could not mask her beauty. On the contrary, the marks of years added a mature charm. It turned out to be Gailard.

Although Gailard, just over two hundred years old, was considered only middle-aged among the Elf Clan and not yet at the age of decline, she now appeared aged.

Before she arrived, Gailard’s voice carried from afar, “Lord Anthony, we have found a new Void Monument.”

“A new Void Monument? How is that possible?” Anthony glanced at the Monarch instinctively.

Three Void Monuments, one of which was dissolved by the Red Giant Ball, the other two Ange had squeezed into space. The Monarch wouldn’t have gone to the trouble of creating a fourth Void Tablet, right?