Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1614 - 1175: Sneaking In?

Chapter 1614: Chapter 1175: Sneaking In?

Anthony couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time. This Demon Spirit was so naive—it still hadn’t realized that the airship was constructed using Ange’s power. Regarding control over the Boundary Migration Airship, Ange had much higher authority than it did.

A mere Airship Demon Spirit trying to toss out the airship’s master? Absolutely laughable.

With Ange’s approval, the Boundary Migration Airship descended into the dimension. This wasn’t their first time entering Dimensional Space; the first time had been when working with Hiludi and Big Cat to search for the Land of Slumber, eventually digging up Durken.

Dimensional World and Dimensional Space aren’t the same concept. A Dimensional World refers to a dimension distinct from normal space, while Dimensional Space floats independently within a Dimensional World, such as the Resting Palace. Their relationship is akin to that between water and a boat.

Dimensional Space floats within the Dimensional World, and accessing this space requires an anchor point, such as the Resting Palace’s anchor point: the world transit station and the Dimensional Space Positioning Transfer Bracelet Ange used in the past.

Items like storage rings or other space ornaments also contain anchor points anchored to the object itself.

Without an anchor point, spaces may drift aimlessly throughout the Dimensional World, much like the Land of Slumber, which required collaboration between Hiludi and Big Cat to approach. Carelessness could result in encounters with spatial turbulence, something Durken had experienced.

If it weren’t for Ange, Durken—the so-called King of Alchemy—would have long been dead.

The Dimensional World is inherently a dangerous and chaotic place—at least for ordinary beings. For someone like Ange, embodying the essence of time and space, the Dimensional World within the Chaos Plane had already been expanded by him into a standalone Dimensional Space, where the entire Chaos Plane was stored.

The Demon Spirit not only sought to wrest control of the airship from Ange’s hands, but it was also challenging the hands of the essence of time and space itself. That was far too much to ask of it.

Finding it inconsequential, no one bothered to intervene. Negris and Anthony gathered around the porthole to observe the outside world.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t discern anything. Other than pitch-black darkness, there was nothing visible—not even spatial turbulence.

"Not dimension," Ange suddenly said.

"Not the Dimensional World? Because it’s not a Dimensional World, spatial turbulence isn’t visible? Then where are we?" Negris understood Ange’s implication and asked.

Ange scratched his head, pondering in frustration, then finally replied, "Dimension... wall."

"Dimension... wall? We’re inside the barrier between dimensions?" Negris queried.

Ange nodded repeatedly.

"This... how is this possible? Isn’t a barrier supposed to be thin, like the Plane Barrier? How are we able to enter it?" Negris asked, perplexed.

Ange scratched his head even harder. How could he possibly explain this?

Anthony suggested, "Should we call Ursman over? Such a pity that Leonel has fallen; his wisdom surpassed even that of the Wise Man."

Ange nodded, pulled out a Blank God Statue, reached toward the ship bow statue, grabbed a cluster of Divine Fire, and embedded it into the Blank God Statue.

Tossing it aside, Ange began adjusting the airship. The scenery outside the airship shifted rapidly, soon morphing into the image of the Oasis, where a group appeared to be busying themselves.

From within the airship, the figures outside were visible, but the airship seemed invisible to them. Everyone carried on with their tasks, except Ursman and the Cannon of Truth Walker, who glanced toward the airship’s location with puzzled expressions, appearing cautious while adopting defensive postures.

Red Star, lagging behind in awareness, only noticed Walker and Ursman’s defensive stance afterward. His reactions kicked in as he clasped his hands together and began scanning around vigilantly.

Ange reached out, lightly tracing a line in the space. The air split apart, revealing a Space Rift.

Negris stared at Ange’s hand in amazement, then looked back at the Space Rift. It wasn’t surprising that someone at Ange’s level could create a Space Rift, but what startled him was how effortlessly the space had been split—it resembled slicing through a thin membrane, smooth and silent, unlike the typical chaotic roar of a Space Rift’s edge.

Anthony leaned out and beckoned toward them: "Come over."

Ursman, Walker, and Red Star flew over, curiously inspecting the airship and the Space Rift. Ursman, in particular, touched the rift and found it wasn’t sharp. He even boldly inserted his fingers into the fissure, waiting for it to close.

"What are you doing? Are you not concerned about losing your fingers?" Negris questioned in disbelief.

Ursman replied, "If they get severed, so be it. This Space Rift is peculiar. I’m testing it."

"Madman! Can’t you just ask me instead of risking your fingers? How many fingers do you have to spare?" Negris chastised him.

"Asking you won’t be as clear as testing it myself. I have ten fingers, which means I can test it ten times. Besides, the Space Rift may not even be capable of cutting through me," Ursman responded.

The Minor Source Physique is significantly tougher than the Body of Mourning; the Space Rift likely couldn’t cut it.

The rift closed, pressing against Ursman’s finger.

Ursman slowly extracted his finger, sensing the pull at the rift’s edges. He remarked, "There’s some closing force, but it’s not strong. It lacks the typical shearing effect of standard Space Rifts. Lord Nage, where exactly are we?"

Negris, hands on his hips, responded, "Why ask me when testing it for yourself is clearly more accurate? See for yourself."

Ursman froze momentarily, embarrassedly scratching his forehead before turning to look out the porthole.

After observing for a while, Ursman commented, "The Space Rift here feels gentler, and there’s no spatial turbulence outside. It seems relatively stable. I’ve always theorized a barrier exists between the Main World and the Dimensional World. Could it be that we’re inside that barrier?"

Anthony couldn’t resist giving a thumbs-up: "You’ve theorized barriers between different worlds? What prompted this idea?"

Ursman replied matter-of-factly, "The Dimensional World and our world must be separated by something. What is this separator? Whatever it is, compared to the Main World, it’s less incompatible than the Dimensional World is with the Main World. This discrepancy would manifest in Space Rift physics with weaker closure forces."

"Impressive," Anthony admitted. The reasoning was simple: typical Space Rifts had strong closure forces, whereas the closure force here was weak, indicating it differed from standard Dimensional Space Rifts.

"Dimension Wall. Lord calls it the Dimension Wall," Anthony explained.

Ursman glanced out the porthole again, remarking, "So this truly is a barrier separating dimensions. Does that mean it has ’width’? Can we navigate through this barrier?"

"Uh, why would you think it has width?" Negris asked, bewildered by Ursman’s logic, noting how the supposed God of Knowledge struggled to keep up with Ursman’s thoughts.

Ursman replied, "Because we’re inside it. How could it accommodate us without having ’width’? And didn’t you suddenly appear before us earlier? Isn’t that movement within it?"

"Uh, while your reasoning makes sense, we were asking about your understanding of the Dimension Wall, not for you to carry out live experiments," Negris said.

Ursman remarked, "What understanding could I have? I haven’t seen the Dimension Wall before; it’s all conjecture. But now’s the best time to validate those conjectures. The Dimension Wall exists in a gradient compared to both the Main World and Dimensional World. Can we slide through to navigate? If there are independent Dimensional Spaces, can we sneak into them via the Dimension Wall? If..."

As Ursman spoke of his theories, Anthony and Negris exchanged quickly brightened gazes: "Sneak in?"