Chapter 237

The Great Sage sped in his flying carriage toward a large rift valley hundreds of kilometers away. On the flat earth, a huge rift valley suddenly split open, as if the earth had been torn apart by some great force.

The surroundings and inner walls of the rift valley were already covered with graves of all sizes, some like small mounds, some with tombstones, and some even wide open, like open-air graves.

Hearing the sound of hooves, some skeletons and zombies poked their heads out of the graves, their eyes gleaming as they watched the speeding carriage. From the carriage's perspective, it was like being stared at by a ground full of glowing blue eyeballs.

Of course, the Great Sage had already adapted to this scene and didn't even stop, speeding past.

Entering the rift valley, even the cliff walls on both sides had skeletons and zombies poking their heads out.

The speeding carriage drifted a few body lengths with a tail flick, and with a 'crack', it stopped. The Great Sage jumped off the carriage and floated rapidly toward a large cave deep in the rift valley.

As soon as he entered the cave, he instantly saw a mass of holy light, sizzling and smoking there.

The Great Sage was shocked and cried out: "Power of Holy Light? Bright running dog! Die!"

The hand holding the holy light squeezed gently, extinguishing it, and then Harvey's voice sounded: "It's me..."

"Harvey?" The Great Sage flicked his hand, and an energy ball emitting soul fluctuations rose up. The radiated soul fluctuations spread around, hitting objects and reflecting back.

Because undead creatures observe the outside world through their souls, such soul fluctuation balls are equivalent to flares for undead creatures.

Undead creatures can actively radiate soul fluctuations to observe the outside world, but this method of observation easily triggers reactions from others, extremely easily turning into a positive feedback loop of "What are you looking at?" "What about it?" and then both sides start fighting.

In a world full of undead creatures, if you go around radiating active soul fluctuations to peek, guess what will happen?

Therefore, undead creatures living in the Undead Empire all understand a courtesy: if you can't see others clearly, please flash them with a flare.

Soon, the Great Sage saw Harvey lying splayed out on a stone lounge chair in the dark.

"It really is you. What's with that mass of holy light just now?" the Great Sage asked in confusion.

Harvey was too lazy to move even his toes and opened his right hand toward the Great Sage. Only to see a mass of holy light sizzling and burning in his palm.

"You're injured? What happened? Did a bright running dog assassinate you?" The Great Sage was shocked.

This was already hundreds of kilometers deep into the Land of Sinking. The entire area within hundreds of kilometers was full of undead creatures. If a bright running dog could penetrate such a long distance to assassinate a Lord of Mourning and even injure him, it certainly wasn't an ordinary running dog.

"When breaking the city," Harvey said lazily.

"Breaking the city? That's not right. I watched the whole time when breaking the city. When were you injured?" The Great Sage recalled the situation of breaking the city and asked in confusion.

"When hitting the wall, a phantom burst out from the wall and hit me, even knocking off my finger." Harvey raised his palm, revealing four purple-gold finger bones and one grayish-white finger bone.

However, that grayish-white finger bone was already riddled with holes under the burning of the holy light.

Harvey looked at it twice, felt it was an eyesore, reached out and plucked it off, and walked to the cave wall to kick it.

There were human-shaped pits on the cave wall, each embedded with a golden skeleton. Kicked by Harvey, one of the golden skeletons fell down.

The golden skeleton scratched its head in a daze and looked at Harvey in confusion while climbing up.

Harvey pointed to its finger: Jili Gulu...

The golden skeleton didn't say a word, raised its middle finger, held it with the other hand, pulled hard, plucked off the finger bone, handed it to Harvey, and ran out briskly.

Not long after, the golden skeleton's finger turned silver, and it ran back clanking. Apparently, it didn't know which silver skeleton's bone it had snatched.

"You really are something, snatching your own little brother's bones, you have the nerve," the Great Sage said with disdain.

Harvey shrugged and said helplessly: "No choice. The gray bone I picked up on the ground was burned like this by the holy light. If I don't change to a harder one, it will be burned away soon. I originally wanted to just pick one to exercise myself."

"What kind of holy light is so overbearing? Even you can't suppress it? It's been so many days, and it's still burning?" The Great Sage leaned over to look and shouted:

"Bad, Fire of the Multitude!"

Harvey slumped back onto the stone lounge chair, glancing at the Great Sage sideways.

The Great Sage was already used to Harvey's personality of never sitting if he could lie down, and never using his mouth if he could use expressions, and took the initiative to say:

"The Fire of the Multitude is a particularly vicious kind of flame. It is equivalent to nailing part of the belief network onto you. As long as these believers still piously believe in the Light, their faith will continuously strengthen this flame, burning your body."

"Enough, enough, let's hurry over, lest we miss the opportunity when the relay spirit is dormant during the handover," the demon urged.

"It's very difficult because it's intangible. It's even something many bright believers dream of. This is the spark of becoming a god. With the Fire of the Multitude, he can gather the faith of believers and gradually grow into a new god. But if this thing is nailed to you, that's really a disaster." The Great Sage shook his head, not knowing what to say.

Harvey instead caught the key point: "Become a god? They nailed a spark that can become a god onto me? This cost is too high, right?"

"What's there to fear about high cost? As long as you can earn it back. Now, unless you abandon this body, or find a bright god to help you remove this Fire of the Multitude, or kill all these bright believers to cut off their faith, this fire won't appear again," the Great Sage said.

"Abandon the body? No, I finally tempered it to what it is now. I won't abandon it. Bright gods? Hehe, it's hard to say how many bright gods are left now. Killing all the bright believers is easier, but it's so troublesome. Forget it, let me think about it first. Anyway, this little bit of holy light doesn't matter."

Harvey stretched, allowing himself to lie in the stone chair in a more comfortable position. God knows how a skeleton like him felt which position was more comfortable; the bones were scraping the stone chair into powder.

Then he remembered something: "What did you come to find me for?"

"I met the God of Knowledge," the Great Sage said excitedly.

"Oh? Where did you meet it?" Harvey's spirit lifted, and he sat up from the stone chair.

However, after the Great Sage told him about meeting Negris, Harvey immediately became uninterested and lay back down.

"Uh, aren't you surprised?" Harvey's strange reaction made the Great Sage a bit dazed.

"Not surprised. It doesn't want to see us again," Harvey said.

"Ah!?" From the moment he met Negris, the Great Sage had been in a state of excitement, and many things were too late to think about carefully. Only now, reminded by Harvey, did he instantly react.

Negris really didn't want to see them. Otherwise, he wouldn't have revealed his identity only when the Great Sage was ready to force it. Moreover, Negris clearly hadn't just arrived in the Land of Sinking. Having been here for so long without looking for them, he naturally didn't want to meet.

This made the Great Sage somewhat unable to accept: "Why doesn't he want to see us? I was the one who arranged for his poop to be cleaned, and I was the one who arranged for the little lambs he ate to be raised. He actually doesn't want to see us? Doesn't he know we miss His Majesty very much?"

"His Majesty... is gone," Harvey murmured blankly.

If the Monarch were still here, Negris couldn't have had this attitude toward them. This change could only confirm their previous speculation: the Monarch was gone.

"He said Piero saved him. Something must have happened to the Palace of Rest. Otherwise, he couldn't have come out of the seal. But he didn't say what happened, only that he didn't know," the Great Sage frowned and said.

"Piero, huh..." Harvey couldn't help but sit up: "This guy is much harder to deal with than the God of Knowledge. Too cunning."

Even Harvey, who had already mourned, felt that Anthony was not easy to deal with. At least, he definitely couldn't deal with him while lying down.

"What should we do now?" the Great Sage asked.

Harvey hesitated for a moment, then climbed up unwillingly: "Let's go see him first."

He shuffled to the cave entrance, and the sky suddenly began to brighten.

Harvey looked up: "Eh, the Eternal Night has passed. Forget it, I'll go find him next Eternal Night. I'll sleep first."

Finding an excuse, Harvey turned back and threw himself into the stone lounge chair again.

The Great Sage stood there for a long time, sighing helplessly: "If you were just a little more diligent, we wouldn't have taken over a thousand years to break through the human defense line."

Harvey's lazy voice came from the cave: "Can't do it. My lumbar disc is a bit herniated, I can't be diligent. The more diligent I am, the faster I break."

The Great Sage could only drive the carriage back himself, facing the first ray of sunlight after the Eternal Night...

When the first ray of sunlight after the Eternal Night shone down, Ang was holding a breadfruit and preparing. When those druids were scolded away by Lightning earlier, they left a sentence: "Stealing the breadfruit is useless; they can't cultivate the seeds."

That was really underestimating Ang.

From the moment he watched them eat the breadfruit, Ang knew why there were no seeds in the fruit: because it wasn't ripe.

Some plant fruits only grow seeds after they are thoroughly ripe, and breadfruit clearly belongs to this type.

The druids were also right: fruits without seeds couldn't grow again once picked, and naturally couldn't bear seeds.

But Ang wasn't an ordinary person. He could urge fruits from the withered branches of the Tree of Life he had cut down; would he be afraid of this ordinary breadfruit?

Pouring essence liquid onto the fruit's stem and activating the Death Aura, the originally plump fruit quickly shriveled and dried. Opening it, the starch inside had been consumed, leaving only dozens of black seeds.

Ang picked a plump seed and planted it.

It was almost lunchtime. The druids pushed aside the bamboo forest and walked into the breadfruit trees that had been enclosed. To prevent the fruits from being stolen again, the druids had to grow bamboo to surround the breadfruit trees, so that even from the top of the tower, one couldn't see the fruit trees. Let's see how they steal them now.

However, the druids certainly didn't notice that many bamboo shoots that hadn't grown out of the ground had been plucked.

Pushing aside the bamboo forest and counting the fruits, hmm, none missing. The breadfruit fruits were all accounted for; the druids remembered how many had grown.

Picking the amount for lunch, just as they hugged them out, the druids suddenly smelled a fragrance. It was the fragrance of roasted breadfruit, which made him couldn't help but look at his arms.

The breadfruits were all there. Who was roasting breadfruit?

Following the fragrance, the druid came to the thorn wall and chanted a spell. Only to see a vine from the thorn vines reach out, lift him up, and look out over the thorn wall. He immediately saw that particularly annoying unicorn.

Lightning was sitting on the ridge of the field, holding a roasted breadfruit with its front hooves, biting open a hole, and licking it with its tongue.

Seeing the druid pop his head out, Lightning greeted happily: "Hello, have you eaten? Are we still arguing today?"

The druid was so angry his face turned white, but he didn't dare to say anything, just muttering to himself: "You only stole one breadfruit. Let's see what you eat after you finish it."

This 'muttering to himself' was loud enough for Lightning to hear.

After lunch, having been busy all afternoon, the druid who came to pick breadfruit smelled the smell of roasted breadfruit again.

Rising to the wall to look, he found that the unicorn was sitting in the same place as at noon, glancing at him sideways, and sticking out its tongue in a cheap way to lick inside the breadfruit from the opening.

The druid was so angry he was about to smoke, comforting himself: "Don't be angry, don't be angry. It's still the same fruit shell from noon. He's stuffing other things into the shell to anger us."

During the late-night snack, the unicorn came again, holding two breadfruits, licking a bite on the left and a bite on the right.

The druid was driven crazy. With a roar, he transformed into a giant bear and shattered the thorn wall in front of him with a slap: "I want to tear..."

Halfway through the sentence, he saw many heads popping up on the ridge behind the unicorn. A little girl was looking at him excitedly and was about to crawl out from behind the ridge but was grabbed by the neck by a golden skeleton.

Was this an ambush? The druid's heart skipped a beat, having a bad premonition, and he quickly changed his words: "I want to tear... tear some wild vegetables to take back for seasoning."

The thick bear paw plucked some wild grass on the ground, retracted, and with a chant, the shattered thorn wall slowly grew back.

Returning to report to Du Binqi, the druid said aggrievedly: "Those things must want to anger us and then start a fight, so the competition will be ruined and they won't have to lose."

Du Binqi also felt the same. A group of things that didn't even have druids competing with them in farming, besides using underhanded tricks, couldn't possibly win.

However...

"You said they have many breadfruits? It seems they have grown the breadfruits; they still have some level. We can't be careless. If we lose to them, we won't have the face to see anyone. Add two more hours to the light supplementation time from now on," Du Binqi said.

The other druids sighed repeatedly but didn't object. Indeed, if they lost in planting to a combination of dead skeletons, little girl embryos, and a foul-mouthed horse, they would really have no face to see anyone.

After everyone fell asleep, Du Binqi quietly arrived at the location of the water buckets. These were buckets for dew, collecting dew at night to facilitate watering, which could save a lot of magic power.

Du Binqi took out a bottle and poured the black liquid inside into the water, murmuring: "It's time to let you see what real technology is."

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