Chapter 1018

Ancient gods have very clear grade divisions, divided into origin ancient gods, primordial ancient gods, domain ancient gods, and void ancient gods. Among them, void origin is also called origin ancient god. They master the power of origin, their strength is unparalleled, and they are the most basic existence in the void.

It's just that Ang's appearance broke this ancient god system.

And below the origin ancient gods, among those low-level ancient gods, there are some special existences. Although they do not have the strength of origin ancient gods, they master the power of origin. Although the intensity cannot be compared with origin ancient gods, at least it is of the same origin.

Given time, who knows if they can advance into a new origin? This kind of individual who masters the power of origin but does not have the strength of origin is called secondary origin.

Now these fragments belong to the corpse of a secondary origin. Each piece can produce a certain devouring power, leading to that kind of concave space.

Besides this secondary origin, there must be another or two secondary origins. They fought here, and their corpses were scattered on the flower cluster, which is why the origin power here is so abundant.

Anthony and the others looked at each other, an incredible expression appearing on their faces: "Secondary origin corpse? Is it just this little bit? Is there anything else?"

Ang pointed to several other locations. Those all had concave spaces and should be places where secondary origin corpse fragments were relatively dense.

Silver Coin immediately said: "I will go organize a mining team and go over to dig."

Anthony agreed and said: "Okay, be careful. These corpse fragments have the ability of slight spatial distortion. Let Du Luo Ken make you a spatial distortion detection device."

Du Luo Ken took a few fragments and went down with Silver Coin.

"This place is indeed a treasure land. If there are really three secondary origins that died here, just digging out their corpses would make us rich." Anthony couldn't help but sigh after hearing Ang's guess.

Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si also said: "Yes, could it be that someone used a secondary origin to smash this plane, which is why it was smashed into this state?"

"Who has such a big hand? No matter what, we must seize this place. We cannot leave it abandoned. Hundreds of thousands of undead creatures, the place where secondary origins fell, just thrown here for hundreds of years, even merchant caravans rarely come over; it's simply too wasteful." Anthony said regretfully.

"Yes, seize it. The most powerful one here seems to be that Soul Devouring King Li Ge. Deke said he is also just an undead saint, but he masters very magical magic, and Deke doesn't really want to provoke him." Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si said.

Anthony said: "Very magical magic? I'll go ask Deke. Where did Sage Kabu go?"

"I'll go find him." Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si volunteered, and the two also left, leaving Ang in place.

This was a common occurrence, because Ang couldn't move once he saw farmland. With the development of planting technology, it was becoming more and more excessive now. He couldn't move when he saw flat land, rock walls, sand dunes, and even saltwater lakes and freshwater seas.

Now that this piece of land allocated to him for planting was empty, he certainly wouldn't leave easily. Everyone was used to it; anyway, there was no need to worry about Ang encountering danger.

Seeing them fly away, Ang didn't care. He scratched around on the ground, studied the soil composition here, and then studied the temperature, climate change, etc., thinking about suitable planting strategies.

The difficulty of planting dead fruit trees is very high. It just doesn't need sunlight, but air, water, and temperature are indispensable, and it cannot exceed the scope of normal plants.

The air here is very thin, the temperature is very low, and the humidity is almost zero, because water vapor is frozen into ice crystals, which is simply not suitable for plant growth, unless it is a plant that can adapt and evolve like the World Tree.

However, this didn't stump Ang. If the environment is harsh, then change the environment. Just dig a hole. Anyway, dead fruit trees don't need sunlight. Just dig a hole the size of a wine barrel and cover it, letting them grow in the hole, and you can avoid the influence of the harsh environment.

No sooner said than done, Ang dug a hole with a grunt. As he dug, he found it troublesome, so he simply dug all the way through and changed the hole into a trench. Anyway, the difference in workload between digging a hole or a trench made no difference to him at all.

Crack! A sound of bone fracture rang out. Ang pushed aside the soil and found a shriveled lower leg that he had dug and broken. Following the lower leg, he dug upward and dug out a lich who was blankly looking at him and then blankly looking at his own lower leg. Both sides stared at each other.

After staring at each other for a long time, Ang gestured at the trench that had already taken shape behind him, gestured at the direction the trench extended, and said: "Blocked."

The lich climbed up silently, flipped onto the trench, shook his broken lower leg, and said: "Broken."

Ang grabbed his broken lower leg, pieced the broken part together, covered it with his palm, and white light lit up in his palm.

When he let go, the originally broken lower leg was intact, and the shriveled skin and flesh were even fuller: "Done."

The lich looked at Ang blankly, then looked at his own leg blankly, and stayed there blankly.

Ang didn't care about it and continued to dig the trench. Soon, he dug out three rows of trenches, connected them in parallel, engraved a temperature control array and a wind-type array at the top of one section, and stuffed in an ice cube.

In this way, the heat generated by the temperature control array would melt the ice cube, blowing the temperature and humidity into the three rows of trenches through the wind-type magic.

He took out a pile of dead fruit trees, first distributed them to the sides of the three trenches according to quantity, and then placed them into the trenches one by one according to the spacing.

That lich watched silently outside the trench. After Ang finished placing the trees in one trench, he turned to the second trench and found that the lich was already placing fruit trees in the trench, and the spacing was exactly the same as Ang's.

Learning by doing, learning really fast. Ang looked a few times and found no mistakes, so he simply turned to the third trench. After he finished placing the fruit trees in the third trench, the lich in the second trench also finished placing them.

Checking that there were no omissions, Ang took out a large roll of cloth, spread it on the trench, and while spreading, used stones to press the edges.

The lich hurriedly followed suit, helping Ang press the edges on the other side. Just like that, cooperating, they soon covered all three trenches.

Work completed, the idle Ang started staring at the lich again.

The lich tilted its head, Ang shook his head, the lich nodded, and then limped away. Walking not far away, it started mining, preparing to bury itself.

Ang walked over and asked suspiciously: "Here, no breathing soil, there, has."

The lich responded while digging: "Here, no fight, there, fight."

Ang understood this speaking style as soon as he heard it. Places with breathing soil would be fought over by other undead creatures, but not here.

Ang nodded, dug a pit next to the pit the lich was digging, lay in it himself, and looked up at the void outside the pit, which gave Ang the illusion of returning to the Anxi Plain. If another Anxi Wind came, it would be even more like it.

Unfortunately, there was no Anxi Wind, but a burst of dense footsteps shook the pit. Probing his head out to look, he saw more than a dozen corpse lich skeletons striding toward here aggressively from the direction of the breathing soil.

Turning his head to look, the lich was nimbly climbing out of the pit next to it, running fast in the opposite direction, shouting while running: "Run."