Chapter 1147: Are we not living anymore?

If the Lord of the Starborn were a farmer, the current situation would be like him working hard to plant some crops, only to find that when he wanted to harvest, the land had been occupied by someone else, and the crops had been protected by someone else.

So he set a fire outside the farm, wanting to burn the crops, only to find that others used the fire he set to build a fire wall, extinguishing his fire.

The Lord of the Starborn had an anger and humiliation in his heart as if his grain had been snatched away by a dog, and he could not let it go even until he returned home.

Forcibly tearing open the void in front of him, a huge crack opened, and intense red light shone out. Looking into this rift, what filled his entire field of vision was a huge fireball—it was the spherical space that cultivated the Death-Mourning Undead Soldiers.

The Lord of the Starborn called this the Origin World, and that huge fireball was the origin of everything—the Origin Divine Star.

The Origin World was rarely opened; only the Grand Speaker and Nan Mian would frequently enter and exit the Origin World. The Lord of the Starborn rarely came here, firstly because he had his own dimensional world.

Secondly, he didn't really want to face the Origin Divine Star. Although the consciousness of the Origin Divine Light had been imprisoned by him, the pressure still existed.

This was pressure directed at him, released the moment he imprisoned the consciousness of the Origin Divine Star. Staying in front of the Origin Divine Star made him uncomfortable, so he came as little as possible.

But today, he had to step into this place that made him uncomfortable again. When all means were exhausted, the Origin Divine Star was his final reliance.

The moment Nan Mian stepped into the Origin World, some pheromones also entered with him. The spores that had already been lurking inside were quickly awakened and grew silently.

Last time, when Nan Mian escaped, Ang had already flicked some spores onto him. However, since then, the Origin World had never been opened, and the little sapling's information could not be transmitted to the spores.

This time, the Lord of the Starborn ran to the Sea of Omniscience, not only seeing the Light Disaster being mitigated but also becoming contaminated with some pheromones. Returning to Leo Royal Court and contacting Nan Mian, the pheromones stuck to Nan Mian again.

He threw away that human body, retracted the projection, and summoned Nan Mian back. After several twists and turns, the pheromones were finally transmitted here.

All of this happened silently. The Lord of the Starborn didn't notice anything. Who would care about some pheromones remaining on their body?

Wherever there were plants and animals, these things were floating everywhere, just like smoke. Who would care if they were contaminated with a bit of smoke?

Only the Lord of the Starborn could notice it; ordinary people couldn't even notice pheromones, let alone take them to heart. Moreover, after several contaminations, the amount remaining on Nan Mian was very small, and it couldn't be perceived at all without paying attention.

However, pheromones were not about how much remained, but about the information they transmitted. When they bloomed, the information transmitted to insects was: Come and collect quickly...

Stepping into the Origin World, the light of the fireball shone on him, immediately bringing him a very oppressive feeling. Although so many years had passed, the pressure remaining from the Divine Star still made him feel oppressed.

Avoiding the huge fireball in the center, the Lord of the Starborn looked around, and everything in his sight was desolate.

"It seems to have become much more barren, what's going on?" the Lord of the Starborn asked.

Nan Mian said: "The soil fertility has declined, the Grand Speaker hasn't sent fertilizer in a long time."

The Lord of the Starborn was puzzled: "How long has it been? He only left less than a year ago, and the fertility has already started to decline?"

"No, no, no, the Grand Speaker has been gone for a year, but the last time fertilizer was sent in was over a hundred years ago. The Grand Speaker's mission this time was to transport various supplies, including fertilizer," Nan Mian hurriedly explained.

"Has it been over a hundred years? Didn't he say he wanted to build a self-sustaining world? He said he could borrow the power of the Divine Star to build a self-sufficient world. Did it fail so quickly?" The Lord of the Starborn suddenly remembered something.

Nan Mian nodded: "It failed. The Grand Speaker stated the reason: there are too few living beings here, and the natural cycle is too fragile. If any kind of living being goes extinct, the entire natural cycle will collapse. The only ones that haven't collapsed are the undead creatures; it seems only they have sustained themselves."

The entire Origin World was a 'sphere' wrapping the Origin Divine Star. The inner wall of the sphere was the land, on which there were plains, high mountains, oceans, as well as flowers, grass, trees, and various animals and plants.

But over tens of thousands of years, only the undead creatures had sustained themselves. The other living beings didn't know how many batches had been replaced, including intelligent beings.

Every one or two hundred years, the Grand Speaker would travel back and forth to the Divine Light Alliance, with the main mission of collecting various 'materials'.

Unfortunately, his level was not high enough. No matter how many materials he collected, the Grand Speaker could not make this world self-sustaining. From time to time, there would be large-scale extinctions of species. If a key species went extinct, he had to hurry to replenish it, otherwise, the entire world would collapse.

He couldn't even achieve 'self-sustenance', let alone 'incremental growth'. There was still a gap of many levels from Ang's dimensional world.

What was lacking recently was fertilizer. The grass on the plains grew very poorly, the herbivorous animals starved to death, and the natural cycle was about to collapse again.

So the Grand Speaker's main mission this time was fertilizer. But this thing wasn't synthesized by alchemy and couldn't be pointed out with a gold rod. Human, livestock, and farm manure needed to be collected from various planes, and phosphorus and potassium bird droppings needed to be mined, while also avoiding shortages, because the Divine Light Alliance also needed them.

Originally, the annual output was fixed. The Grand Speaker suddenly popped up and added a 'big order'. Where would there be so much goods to supply him?

Before he could finish collecting, the Grand Speaker rebelled.

The Lord of the Starborn hadn't been in for a long time. The desolation he saw was accumulated over decades, so it was more obvious. But if he had left a year ago, the situation at that time wouldn't have been much different from now.

The only ones that could sustain themselves were the undead creatures. The living beings that had been continuously replenished over tens of thousands of years all turned into death aura after death.

After hearing the explanation, the Lord of the Starborn nodded. Developing this place back then was mainly to cultivate Death-Mourning Undead Soldiers. As long as the undead creatures could sustain themselves, the rest didn't matter.

Planting things to feed living beings was the Grand Speaker's idea. Now that the Grand Speaker had rebelled, no one would have the leisure to do these things anymore, so he simply said: "Kill them all."

"Ah?" Nan Mian looked at the Lord of the Starborn in astonishment.

"Kill all the living beings, collect their souls, and throw them into the Divine Star outside together to continue strengthening the Light Disaster. How many Death-Mourning bodies are left? Stuff the Death-Mourning Fierce Spirits in." After the Lord of the Starborn finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the fireball in the center of the space, gritted his teeth, and flew there.

Nan Mian looked blankly at the Lord of the Starborn's departing figure, somewhat at a loss. The Lord of the Starborn's order shocked him. Kill all living beings?

There were hundreds of millions of living beings in here, and just the humans alone were at least eighty or ninety million. Kill them all? Outside, he wouldn't let himself kill Tauren, but now he wanted to kill all the living beings here in one breath?

And he wanted to hand over the Death-Mourning bodies to the Death-Mourning Fierce Spirits? This was too wasteful, right? Are we not living anymore? ===== CHAPTER 1148 =====