Chapter 384

Even now, Negrilis still had no idea what Ang was doing—establishing soul connections, nourishing the desert, sowing seeds—none of these actions seemed related, yet it hadn't uttered a single word.

Because it no longer dared to give unsolicited advice, afraid of being proven wrong; Ang's various divine arts and abilities were far beyond anything it could advise on.

But what was even more terrifying was that Negrilis discovered Ang was combining divine arts within simulated arrays.

That is, combining two or more divine arts to produce unexpected effects—for example, merging the Rapid Death Aura with the Gaze of Conception: one glance accelerates life's progression, causing immediate pregnancy and delivery within minutes—how could anyone fight that?

If elemental conversion were added, could it possibly make men pregnant? Could it make gods pregnant?

Just imagining it was thrilling—such combinations had infinite applications, and even more terrifying was that Little Phantom could seal divine arts, meaning Ang could not only use his own but also seal others' and deploy them at the right moment.

With more options available, you had no idea what divine art he might combine next.

If that were all, it might have been bearable—but now, the form Ang had transformed into was the Primordial Dragon God.

To be honest, Negrilis had no idea what the Primordial Dragon God looked like; in the bloodline inheritance, the Dragon God was simply the humanoid form Ang assumed after transformation.

But when this dazzling, flamboyant dragon appeared, Negrilis immediately knew—this was the Dragon God's original form, because the Dragon God had always been this flamboyant.

Besides the Dragon God, the giant straw owl and "Gelard" also delivered a powerful shock to Negrilis—he had manifested his divine essence.

Gods possessed divine essence, divine imagery, and divine nature; Negrilis had never known what the "Goddess of Beauty" looked like—now it was clear: she looked like Gelard.

Indeed, by common standards, Gelard was beautiful—worthy of being the most beautiful empress in elven history.

But this outfit—rolled-up pant legs, clutching seedlings—was far too intense. Did Ang believe that if you couldn't farm, you weren't beautiful?

Finally, there was the towering spectral figure—the Soul Sovereign, King of the Dead, God of Undeath.

What was he trying to accomplish with this setup?

Soon, it saw the Goddess of Beauty punch the straw owl—Goddess Punch.

The Goddess Punch had the power to shatter flaws. What flaw did the straw owl, representing the God of Cultivation, possess?

What was the greatest flaw in the God of Cultivation's elemental conversion?

It couldn't convert freely—it could transform soil into straw, but not into food. The Goddess Punch struck down precisely this flaw.

The straw owl let out a long cry: "Ying—" and flapped its wings upward, its form rapidly expanding into a spectral figure that flew off into the distance.

Countless strands of straw fell from the spectral figure, landing on the ground and transforming into Insect-Mist, nourishing the desert; the barren, loose sand rapidly turned into rich, oily black soil.

Seeing this, Negrilis nearly spat blood—after all this grand spectacle, it was still just for planting?

At that moment, the towering spectral figure of the God of Undeath infused a certain power into Ang, who had transformed into the Dragon God. Normally, such power transfer was invisible, but due to the immense energy involved, it manifested as a visible energy channel.

"Power Delivery!" Negrilis gasped.

If Lisha had cast a divine spell beside Ang, a similar power delivery would occur—Ang's power could be transferred to Lisha with almost no loss.

Yet no matter how hard Lisha strained—even using all her strength—she could never produce such a visible trace of energy transfer; only an enormous energy transfer could trigger such a phenomenon.

The God of Undeath's spectral figure delivered power to Ang, and Ang then delivered it to the straw owl, linking them with the energy channel.

Another spectral figure shot out from the straw owl, flying off in another direction, scattering countless strands of straw that turned the desert into fertile land.

Meanwhile, rings of light radiated outward from Ang, rippling like waves, spreading endlessly, one ring pushing the next, reaching all the way to the horizon.

Negrilis realized its body was rapidly dehydrating, drying, and toughening—in mere seconds, it felt like months had passed; the once vibrant, plump Huang Tong Dragon had become a shriveled, hardened Huang Tong Corpse Dragon.

Negrilis stared blankly, muttering: "Time Dragon, Space Dragon, the Wheel of Time and Space? My god, when did you learn this skill? It's said to be a technique only the Bronze and Red Copper Dragons can perform together—I always thought it was a myth, since they've teamed up countless times and never once unleashed it."

The Wheel of Time and Space was a skill inherited in dragon bloodlines, requiring the synchronized effort of a Time Dragon and a Space Dragon to activate—it was a domain where time and space could be manipulated at will.

Realizing this, Negrilis suddenly understood and slapped itself hard with a claw: "I'm an idiot! Besides a Time Dragon and Space Dragon working together, there's another way to activate the Wheel of Time and Space—Dragon God. You've been able to transform into Dragon God all along—you must have learned it long ago."

Du Luo glanced at it, his gaze dripping with pure contempt, as if to say: You haven't been smart since day one.

Negrilis's eyes grew brighter with excitement: "Within the Wheel of Time and Space, time can be accelerated—so your transformation has no time limit? My god, this is a genius idea!"

The Rapid Death Aura isn't time acceleration—it merely hastens life's progression, forcing life toward death. If it's not alive, the Rapid Death Aura has no effect.

But the Wheel of Time and Space affects Negrilis, who is a Corpse Dragon—his body rapidly dries and hardens—that's time accelerating.

But excitement faded quickly as Negrilis realized a critical problem: "Transformation and the Wheel of Time and Space both consume enormous energy, and now you're adding the God of Cultivation's elemental conversion—where are you getting this much energy?"

At this thought, Negrilis suddenly grasped a terrifying possibility and looked up in horror at the spectral figure of the God of Undeath.

It hadn't noticed before, but now, upon careful observation, Negrilis saw the God of Undeath's spectral figure was bent over—not gazing down at the earth, but bearing immense weight.

"The God of Undeath is enduring the Storm of Faith? Using the energy of the Storm of Faith for elemental conversion… and then farming?"

As Negrilis spoke, another straw owl flew out, scattering Insect-Mist to nourish the desert; on the now-fertile ground, under the effect of the Wheel of Time and Space, countless crops sprouted and grew in frantic competition.

Watching the plants grow taller and taller—clearly not food—Negrilis stared for a long while, voice trembling: "You… what are you planting?"