Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1764 - 1325: Can’t you let people sleep!

Chapter 1764: Chapter 1325: Can’t you let people sleep!

"Does the compass contain teleportation gates to every dimensional space?" As the group walked into the teleportation gate, Negris couldn’t help but ask.

Ange nodded.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the ancestor is really extravagant, truly the Space-Time God." Negris couldn’t help but praise.

This void has countless dimensional spaces, judging by the number of space rifts, there must be thousands, and yet the Space-Time Compass has teleportation gates to all of them? How expensive is a teleportation gate, and he built thousands of them? Such a squanderous ancestor.

Pushing through the teleportation gate, Ange felt as if squeezing through a bubble, reminding him of when he traveled from the Resting Camp to the Resting Abyss.

That was also a teleportation gate, only not as advanced as the one before him, requiring a physical ’door frame’ for support, whereas this one was directly an oval-shaped hole, with edges perfectly neat, unsupported, showing no visible changes at the border.

It requires a profound understanding of space, much like drawing a straight line freehand; some people’s lines resemble waves, while others draw as if using a ruler, requiring significant experience for such precision.

Yet thousands of teleportation gates, each linking different spaces, if each is as pristine, it means the Dragon God invested much time, is the Dragon God this idle?

Normally, one should construct a ’door frame’ to uphold it, ensuring neat edges, avoiding head slicing by irregular boundaries when too close.

As they passed through the teleportation gate, everyone braced for battle; the Deceit Tree occupied the Ancestor’s Tomb, so upon crossing, they might face intense combat, yet upon arrival, everyone was dumbfounded: a field of Dragon-Man corpses, orderly arranged, covering the entire land.

"This... this... is indeed a graveyard?" Negris said in shock.

Yet Yennefer was even more shocked, staring wide-eyed at the scene, speechless.

"What is going on? Don’t just stand there, have you been here before?" Negris asked.

Yennefer shook her head: "No, no, we seem to have arrived at the Sleeping Tombstone, but... but the tombstone is too big, isn’t it?"

Through Yennefer’s explanation, everyone understood the situation. The Dragon Clan has a custom: when they feel close to death, they return to the tombyard to wait quietly for death.

These Giant Dragon Tombyards are heavily guarded with several Giant Dragons defending for years, preventing anyone from stealing their remains, on the Master Plane, the Dragon Clan chooses overseas islands for their birthplace and tomb, essentially preventing theft.

Should a land-bound Giant Dragon fail to return before dying, they prepare a safe place for death ahead of time, like Naeli, who chose her tomb, but later was called out by Negris and eventually died of old age in battle.

The Bone Dragon excavated from Fallen Dragon Lake might very well have been a Giant Dragon that dug in before dying, thus buried there.

After all, a complete Giant Dragon corpse is too valuable, with scales making shields, blood for enchantments, bones for brews; avoiding posthumous dismemberment requires dying in a safe place.

Dragon-Men share this habit; sensing nearing death, they visit the Ancestor Cemetery, standing beneath the tombstone’s pit, activating it, then dropping inside.

Once in the tombstone pit, Dragon-Men await death within, never leaving, thus outside Dragon-Men never know the tombstone’s interior.

"So falling through the pit leads here, everyone descends when dying, finds a spot to lie down and await death, resulting in this?" Negris said.

After pausing, Negris continued: "Yennefer, these remains are very well preserved, check if you recognize any."

"Uh... okay." Yennefer flew up, scanning around, and was even more awestruck from above, the ground covered with compatriots’ corpses, with no end in sight.

Anthony and Ursman had already squatted down examining the remnants.

"Each one has dried out, there’s air here, but it’s dry, and temperatures aren’t low, very suitable for preserving bodies," Anthony said.

Void air isn’t suited for preservation due to lacking ventilation, moisture can’t escape, trapped in the body, freezing, rupturing all organs, perfect for desiring fragmented thawed meat, yet void does preserve long.

These corpses before them retained fleshy fiber integrity, becoming mummified, ensuring immersion would be cohesive and undamaged.

"But why did the Dragon God preserve these corpses? Burning them wouldn’t be better? Is resurrection intended one day?" Ursman said.

If simply intended for future contemplation, such a sealed chamber is unnecessary; dumping in makes them unseen, preservation isn’t needed, void would suffice long term.

Yet this dry, intact state resembles curia’s Holy Remains, seemingly prepared for resurrection later.

"Something feels off," Negris chimed in.

"What’s wrong?" Anthony asked.

"There’s no breath of death," Negris said.

"Hiss—" Anthony gasped coldly, lack of the breath of death posed a major issue.

Contemplating, Anthony said: "Absence of breath of death has several possibilities; one, these Dragon-Men lack souls."

"Impossible; see Yennefer and its family, how can they lack souls? Instead, their souls are strong, stronger than Dragon Souls," Negris said.

Giant Dragon souls are potent, earning the exclusive name—Dragon Soul, already formidable, yet Yennefer’s Dragon-Men each possesses stronger Dragon Souls than ordinary Giant Dragons.

They’re virtually akin to First-Order Dragon God transformations, likely Ange’s first phase transformation mimics them, hence perceiving them as First-Order Dragon Gods.

Still, these numerous First-Order Dragon God corpses lack breath of death, unless soulless, making the issue grave.

Just then, distant Yennefer shrieked in Dragon Language: "%￥...@*#"

Seeing all look over, Negris quickly translated: "His father."

Yennefer wailed, then dived towards the ground, clutching a corpse crying desperately.

Negris and others rushed over, before reaching, a nearby corpse suddenly sat up angrily shouting: "%#￥%@￥#...&￥."

"What is this noise, can’t one even sleep?!" Negris translated.