Chapter 1636: Is He Going to Swallow Morania?

Everyone scattered to search, Anthony thought for a moment, then flew toward the direction of Morania—this divine star was the closest to them, and it had probably already fled in panic at first sight.

But if you're in an unfamiliar place and can't find any local lifeforms, what should you do? Of course, you should find a local lifeform guide.

If the divine star doesn't establish a Star Rainbow Bridge, its movement speed is far inferior to that of the Starborn, and even worse compared to those with two or more layered phantoms.

Anthony swayed left, then right—it felt just like shaking off his hands, and he easily caught up.

Morania was indeed flying straight at full speed toward the nearest supply cloud, without looking back.

But his accelerated movement caused tremendous impact on the lifeforms on his body—the hard shell kept cracking, spreading like spiderweb patterns across the entire divine star.

The treemen or stone turtles wandering on the hard shell were in constant peril, occasionally dodging sudden massive fissures appearing on the ground and the scorching hot currents gushing out—fortunately, it was only hot flow; if it were stellar flame spewing out, no life near the fissures could survive.

Anthony changed his form, taking on the body of a Star God, and gently landed on the rock shell's surface. Morania noticed his arrival, its thoughts sweeping over—detecting a Starborn, it turned away again, possibly thinking Anthony just wanted a free ride.

Really, not a shred of vigilance—so close to himself, a star suddenly exploded nearby, yet he nonchalantly lets a strange Starborn land on him. Do these divine stars not know about disguise? Or have phantom guides never disguised as Starborn before?

Unable to figure it out, Anthony temporarily set the question aside and casually began touring the divine star's surface.

Besides the lifeforms on the rock shell affected by the divine star's rush, the rest of the area remained largely unaffected—residents continued their lives, vibrant and bustling, all things competing in growth, extraordinarily lively.

Although all life here lives on the body of the Myriad Worlds Divine Tree, due to its enormous surface area, the Myriad Worlds Divine Tree occupies only one-third of the surface—enough to sustain hundreds of billions of people.

Besides the Mor people, Anthony also saw some elves—though humanoid, their skin was a layer of smooth, dense, black bark.

In this high-temperature environment on the divine star, sun protection and heat insulation are already standard features embedded in the skin.

Anthony curiously glanced a few more times and happened to see one of the bark elves pull out something like a hard wood block, gnawing on it with a crack-crack sound.

"This elf's bite... not bad." Anthony stared in shock at the hard wood block in his hand.

This thing, if placed on the main plane, could be used to build houses—probably harder than those green bricks—and just like that, the bark elf bites it mouthful by mouthful; if brought to the human main plane, it could serve as a jaw-type stone crusher.

Shocked, Anthony couldn't help but wonder: "Where does this food come from? Is it farmed?"

The crops grown on the divine star's surface, though only on the hard shell or the Myriad Worlds Divine Tree, can withstand this high temperature—these seeds, my lord, would certainly be to your liking.

So Anthony blended into the crowd, staring at these bark elves, wondering where their food comes from.

After some inquiry, Anthony arrived at a market-like place where Mor people and bark elves traded all kinds of goods.

At the market entrance, a stall held a strange machine—suspended below, someone placed a bucket over the floating opening, pressed a button, and then small stones leaked out from the outlet, quickly filling the bucket below.

The person carried the bucket of 'gravel' to a large grinding stone, poured the small stones into it, and soon they were ground into fine powder. They packed the powder into a square mold and pressed down firmly.

After pressing, no cooking was needed—because the air temperature was so high, it quickly baked into a solid block.

These edible blocks were set aside, and occasionally someone would come buy one or two.

Anthony returned to the stone-spitting machine, now wanting to know how it ejects the small stones—whether transferred from elsewhere or transformed by some means.

Buyers of small stones came and went, but no one was seen adding anything to the machine—until four days later, Anthony saw someone open a small hatch on the machine, take out a crystal the size of a fingernail containing sealed stellar flame, and insert it.

So this machine actually consumes stellar flame? No wonder people ride treemen and stone turtles across the crust outside, wandering everywhere—they're searching for stellar flame.

Looking at it this way, this device is a good thing—just add stellar flame, and it continuously produces edible small gravel, solving the food problem. Isn't this just as miraculous as Ange using faith power to knead bread earlier?

Anthony stayed here for a full ten days, observing for ten days, confirming this was a well-functioning living world. He also bought one of those small gravel-producing machines, preparing to give it to my lord.

Ten days later, Morania finally entered the supply cloud.

With so many divine stars on Laninia's Path, why hide in this material cloud?

Because this material cloud is the best hiding space—they only dug a large cavity for convenience of contact, but in actual danger, the best refuge remains these material clouds.

Just dive in, and you can't see your hand in front of your face—whatever is ahead, you can't detect it. Not long after, Morania collided with another, larger rock-shell divine star.

This rock-shell divine star is three times the size of Morania—equivalent to twenty-four small fire-person divine stars in mass.

Seeing the other, Morania actively flickered once, sent a greeting message, then prepared to detour.

When narrow paths meet, the small yields to the large—this is an unwritten rule in any world, because it's physics: if you don't yield, the small one shatters.

Who knew the great divine star would block Morania, with divine light flashing at a certain point on its rock shell?

Anthony didn't understand, hurriedly sent what he saw of the divine light back through the soul network, then asked: "Lord Nai Ge, what are these divine lights saying?"

Nai Ge Li Si said helplessly: "I can't even see them—how could I understand? These divine lights vary in frequency and brightness, each representing different information—I can't discern their changes; who knows what it's saying?"

Anthony quickly winked at it, and after a while it reacted, hurriedly sharing Ange's vision.

Anthony then breathed a sigh of relief: You can't see it, so you won't go ask my lord for help—still need me to prompt you.

Nai Ge Li Si used Ange's vision for a while, then translated: "He says: The branch lord has commanded—lower-ranking divine stars, sacrifice a little, contribute strength, strengthen other divine stars to resist foreign phantoms."

After translating, Nai Ge Li Si froze instead: "What does he mean? Is he trying to swallow Morania?"