Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1626 - 1187: Imprisoning an Ancient Godlight

Chapter 1626: Chapter 1187: Imprisoning an Ancient Godlight

The consciousness space of the God Star now feels cramped, floating with various shadows veiled in uncertainty—humans, elves, dwarves—some are struggling, some are dazed, some are screaming. Chaos reigns.

"They’ve all just died, probably the residents of the cities destroyed by South Coronet," Anthony remarked.

"The souls of the dead return to the God Star, just like with the Divine Aspect of Light. No wonder you sought Ange; he’s familiar with this kind of trickery," Negris commented.

Combat within the consciousness space is an eerie, enigmatic engagement. Here, physical power cannot be projected; everything depends on transformations and the gestures of manifestation—it relies on experience.

Among those present, only Ange possesses experience in god wars, so Anthony decisively calling for help was the right move.

On the surface of the light ball within the consciousness space, countless newly deceased sentient beings float and sink. Some retain traces of their final awareness, not yet realizing their death, or partially grasping something, frantically slapping at the ’water’s surface’, desperate to escape.

A mother held an infant still swaddled in her arms, gazing around listlessly, watching people drift aimlessly. Confusion washed over her.

At last, her eyes fell upon Anthony and the others, as though recognizing something. Terror and panic appeared on her face. Instinctively glancing at the child in her arms, she quickly began to struggle as she moved toward them.

In the consciousness space, awareness spawns weight, triggering downfall. As the woman stepped forward, she immediately fell onto the ’water’s surface’ and began sinking.

She fought and swam desperately toward Anthony and the others, yet unfortunately, the surface of the light ball wasn’t water; extraordinary swimming skills amounted to nothing here.

The clearer one’s awareness, the heavier the manifested form becomes. The heavier it gets, the faster it sinks, until ultimately merging into the God Star itself.

The woman swam only briefly before going under. Struggling, she raised her face above the surface, desperately thrusting the infant in her hands toward Anthony, her eyes filled with hope and pleading.

Anthony felt helpless, sorrowful, and compassionate. Yet his expression was warm and resolute, nodding with a reassuring smile as he took the child from the woman’s hands.

A relieved expression softened the woman’s face. With a faint smile, she sank gradually into the water.

Once the woman completely submerged, the infant in Anthony’s arms began to disintegrate instantly, soon falling apart into specks of sand that sifted through his hands into the water.

Anthony sighed. From the moment the woman started swimming toward him, he knew this would be the outcome. The child was too young, its consciousness undeveloped, making it impossible to manifest in the consciousness space.

The child was merely a fragment of the woman’s manifestation—a part of her awareness. Once separated, it would inevitably dissipate, beyond saving. Still, Anthony maintained a professional facade, silently reassuring her with a gesture of "leave it to me, rest assured," providing comfort for her final lingering obsession.

"May you and your child return to the embrace of the Light," Anthony intoned.

After his blessing, Anthony slowly sank into the light ball, leaving only his head visible as he said, "Come down. Standing out here makes us prone to entanglement."

Ange and Negris hurriedly submerged as well. Ange, ever averse to trouble, did so promptly, while Negris, being accustomed to cowardice, shuddered at the thought of being ensnared by lingering consciousnesses and wished he could retract his head deeper into his body.

And so he shrank further and further until becoming the size of an Embryo Dragon—a subconscious retreat to his most comfortable form.

Everyone reduced themselves to just a head, exchanging glances. Negris asked, "What now? Aren’t we missing something crucial? Where’s the Little Ghost?"

The Little Ghost was the main force for absorbing the Divine Aspect of Light. Without it, even if Ange triumphed in the god war, he would at most destroy the God of Arbitration but fail to claim the Divine Aspect of Light.

Ange raised his small arm and shook his head.

"Can’t call it over? Then what do we do now?" Negris asked.

Ange tilted his head, listening for a moment, then turned and began moving in a specific direction.

Strictly speaking, "swimming" was incorrect; this wasn’t actual water. By mere thought, they could move forward without even using their legs.

Wherever they passed, the surroundings rolled with floating, sinking shadows—faces terrified, furious, indignant, shocked, relieved. Those retaining traces of awareness tended to be the ones with stronger beliefs, though having firm convictions wasn’t advantageous in this place.

Dying without realization was a blessing, but retaining awareness and manifesting within this space, perceiving one’s death, grasping the irreversibility of fate, transitioning from confusion to despair, deeply experiencing this reality—it was a torment exceeding suffocation.

As they moved forward, Anthony and Negris encountered an endless stream of faces: anguished, grimacing, distorted. Some, in moments of despair, caught sight of Ange and the others floating by. Shock turned to joy, clutching desperately at what they perceived as a lifeline, attempting to draw closer.

The irony was that the more conscious they became, the heavier their manifested form grew, sinking them faster. As they sank entirely, their final moments were painted with boundless hatred, realizing Ange and the others had no intention of saving them.

Negris wiped cold sweat from his brow. "Thankfully, we’ve shrunk down. Being caught up with them would’ve been unbearable."

Overwhelmed as is, Negris could only imagine the chaos of more consciousnesses grasping for them—more pleading, hoping, and resentment.

Thus they continued moving forward. Who knew how long had passed—suddenly, Ange halted, even dipping his head below the ’water’, leaving only his eyes above the surface, cautiously gazing ahead.

Since this was the consciousness space and everything manifested from intent, Ange’s actions implied he felt merely exposing his head was unsafe; he needed to plunge deeper.

If even Ange felt at risk, Anthony and Negris quickly imitated him, fully submerging their heads to only leave their eyes visible, following Ange’s gaze.

On the ’water’s surface’, three rings nested within one another. At the center point lay a fist-sized Devouring Abyss, tightly locked in place by the rotating rings.

"What’s this?" Negris asked in shock.

Here in the consciousness space, the rings and Devouring Abyss must correspond to some manifestation of awareness. Whose consciousness materialized these? What do they signify?

Soon, Negris had his answer. A ’calm’ expanse of the mindscape surged like a fountain as a shadow ascended into the air. Congealing within the shadow was none other than the Star Progeny Master.

Standing upright like a candle, he drifted steadily forward, arriving before the rings and Devouring Abyss.

As if detecting his arrival, a furious roar erupted from the depths of the Devouring Abyss. A face suddenly surged upward, pushing against its confines: "Traitor, release me!"

"Hiss... Is that the God Star’s will? It wasn’t without consciousness; it was imprisoned instead? This Star Progeny Master has trapped an Ancient Godlight?" Negris exclaimed in astonishment.