Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1546 - 1107: Can Only Wait for the Next Next Next Time

Chapter 1546: Chapter 1107: Can Only Wait for the Next Next Next Time

Xisluo was dumbfounded. Essentially, he was just an ordinary god who had grasped the Road of Ascension, then got incredibly lucky by learning how to create a Minor Source Physique, but remained extremely cautious.

There was no choice—those who weren’t cautious had been crushed to death. Why were there so few gods in the Divine Light Alliance? They didn’t even need the Godslayers to take action. After Ange wandered around this area for quite some time, he only found a handful of gods like the Omniscient God and the Goddess of Dawn. And even the Goddess of Dawn was one of the imprisoned ones.

Even though their population was larger than the Friel Empire, and the number of planes was greater, the number of gods was disproportionately small. Why? Because they had all been eliminated.

If it weren’t like this, the Great Speaker wouldn’t have placed hopes on Ange and the others to snatch ecological positions.

Being overly cautious for too long led to the consequence that Xisluo had hardly seen anything of the world. He didn’t even know the fun of being a god. When he saw the things Anthony pulled out, he was utterly captivated and couldn’t move forward.

At this moment, it was Silver Coin’s turn to step in. Anthony quietly retreated several steps while Silver Coin stepped forward and said:

"Although you can create a Minor Source Physique, your Divine Power is too weak. Haven’t you realized? This is the result of neglecting personal cultivation. If your Divine Power were strong enough, the Imprint you engraved wouldn’t have been erased by us, right? You wouldn’t have ended up in this predicament, correct?"

Xisluo couldn’t help but nod. Indeed, ultimately, the reason for his current passivity was because the other side had exploited his weakness. If his Divine Power had been stronger, they wouldn’t have been able to erase his Imprint, and none of this would have happened.

Negris couldn’t help but curl his lips. Silver Coin had a knack for identifying customer needs but never disclosed the crux of the matter.

Whether your Imprint can be erased depends not only on your Divine Power but also on your opponent’s strength. Even if your Divine Power is strong, can it withstand the Seven Forces Unified Farming Origin plus his two Plane Consciousness pets?

Swindler!

"What is a god? A god is a being with endless life, yet they work tirelessly to fulfill requests, protect followers, serve day and night without rest, and labor extensively at a moment’s call. When your witch calls for you, you immediately appear. Are you her Divine Master, or her servant?" Silver Coin shifted the conversation to another topic.

Huh? Am I really that pitiful? Xisluo was stunned.

"What’s the point of being a god then? You’ve already transcended gender—are you still interested in the opposite sex?" Silver Coin gestured with an upright gesture.

Xisluo shook his head—of course not. He had lit his Divine Fire a long time ago, and his original body had long since transformed into a Divine Body. How could he still be bound by the physiological shackles of attraction to the opposite sex?

"Then do you enjoy controlling life and death? Do you enjoy supreme power? Do you enjoy building and transforming?" Silver Coin asked.

Xisluo shook his head.

"Then where’s the fun in being a god?" Even Silver Coin couldn’t help but be astonished. So devoid of desires?

Eternal beings have it rough. Without bodily needs, their endless lifetimes require an abundance of things to fill the void.

Ange enjoys planting things. Durken is obsessed with alchemy. Anthony enjoys scheming. Silver Coin loves trading. Negris enjoys rambling on, acting as a witness to history and a disseminator of knowledge.

Locke loves fighting. When he isn’t fighting, he’s sleeping. The Great Sage loves managing things, although his skills aren’t too great. Witches love singing; one even established a theatrical troupe for worldwide tours. Feiti, back in the day, if he hadn’t lost his memory, would probably have gone around the world collecting scraps.

Without hobbies or interests, eternal beings either end themselves or sleep endlessly in darkness.

What joy is there for someone like Xisluo, who has no passions, no love, no indulgence in smoke or gamble?

"I enjoy exploring all things mysterious. The more mysterious and complex, the better." Xisluo said with sparkling eyes, his gaze filled with a thirst for knowledge.

Silver Coin couldn’t help but laugh, turning back to look at Negris. "Mysterious? Is there anything more mysterious than us lot? Just which mysteries spark the most curiosity and drive for exploration, though—that’s not my area of expertise."

Negris stepped forward and started an endless stream of chatter: "Do you want to know how the Void was formed? Do you want to know the purpose of the Boundless Space Hole? Do you want to know who resides in the Boundless Space Hole? Do you know the Origin Power? Do you know the differences between various Origin Powers? ..."

Xisluo’s head nodded like a chicken pecking at millet; no amount of Divine Artifacts or Divine Techniques listed by Silver Coin had ever excited him like this.

"Pick a few mysteries you want to know, and exchange them for the method of creating a Minor Source Physique. How about that?" asked Silver Coin.

Xisluo blinked hesitantly.

Silver Coin urged: "Your Divine Power is too weak, so you can’t fully command a Minor Source Physique. So, you need a method to increase your Divine Power. I’ll throw in a way to enhance Divine Power, how’s that?"

Xisluo was visibly swayed.

"We don’t need a Minor Source Physique to boost our strength. Look at our Lord; a mere gesture can unleash power surpassing the Minor Source Physique." Silver Coin turned to Ange as he spoke.

Ange played along and casually tore a rift, revealing a Devouring Abyss.

Xisluo inhaled sharply. Certainly, he could sense the power possessed by Ange and his companions; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so intimidated, preparing to run at the first opportunity.

Power is something that can’t be disguised. Ever since the control of his physique was seized—yet the projection point of his will was not interrupted, causing the witch’s projection to be forcibly sealed in White Crystal—he realized he’d stumbled upon some truly terrifying beings.

He had no idea how they managed to accomplish all of this. Ange and the others’ strength surpassed his imagination.

He thought he had already overestimated them, but it turned out he had underestimated them. That casual tear—a Devouring Abyss, wasn’t it?

With such strength, it was indeed unnecessary for them to covet a Minor Source Physique.

Contemplating this, Xisluo said: "I need a quick method to boost my Divine Power, a Divine Artifact that allows rapid movement, and answers to three questions. First, is there a way for me to perceive Origin Power? Second, does the Sun have its own consciousness? Third, who resides in the Boundless Space Hole?"

"Alright, it’s a deal. Swear to it—violators will be devoured by bugs." Anthony solemnly declared.

The two parties clapped hands to seal the oath. Anthony imparted a method for rapidly boosting Divine Power—devouring other God Statuses.

"What the—this is your method? If I had God Statuses to eat, wouldn’t I have done it already? Not to mention whether it’s possible to find a God Status willing to be devoured, every God Status is a condensation of beliefs. Eating one risks backlash..." Xisluo felt Anthony was playing tricks and angrily stomped until Ange pulled out a Blank God Statue.

"It’s blank, without beliefs, empty. A God Status, easy to digest. Eat one and your Divine Power spikes; eat two and you break through on the spot. But alas..." Anthony sighed here. "This isn’t covered by the oath terms. If you want it, you’ll have to wait until next time."

Xisluo was left speechless. The solution to hunger is eating, but you’ve got to find the food yourself—no argument there.

"This is the Fleeing Boots Replica, crafted by the King of Alchemy," Anthony pulled out the replica of the Evasion Boots that Durken had spent a few minutes making. Then, he produced a pair of small-hole imaging glasses and said, "Second, the Sun does have its consciousness, but whether this particular Sun does, I wouldn’t know. Third, the Boundless Space Hole imprisons the Ancient Godlight."

Xisluo confirmed that the artifact and answers matched the terms of the oath before nodding and saying: "Build a Megalith Array oriented toward a specific direction in the Void. Place White Crystal at the core, and after some time, the White Crystal will undergo mysterious changes, gradually developing into a body."

"Unfortunately, the method for building the Megalith Array isn’t part of the oath terms, so you’ll have to wait until next time. Its orientation isn’t included either, so you’ll have to wait for the time after that. Do you have White Crystal? If not, you’ll have to wait for yet another time." Xisluo showed a helpless expression.

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