Chapter 467

With only one seed, there was no way to set up a control group or try anything else; there was only one chance.

This was quite a headache. What if it didn't sprout?

For other seeds, even the World Tree, there were more than a thousand seeds for Ang to try. Even if they all failed, it didn't matter; the Tree of Life was still alive and wouldn't go extinct.

That was why Ang had tested the World Tree's abnormal germination temperature. What if the Heavenly Tree was the same and needed ultra-high temperatures to sprout?

To increase the probability, Ang moved the little sapling out and pointed at the seed: "Watch it."

The little sapling sent a confused message.

Ang buried the seed in the soil and then inserted his hands into the soil to raise the temperature.

The soil temperature rose slowly, at a speed of 0.1 degrees per minute.

When it rose to about 38 degrees, the little sapling suddenly pointed at the seed in the soil: Ya—ya—ya—

Was there a change? Ang's consciousness landed on the seed, carefully sensing it for a while, and found that its activity was increasing.

It seemed 38 degrees was its active temperature. A series of crops that sprout at around 38 degrees flashed through Ang's mind.

Then, Ang condensed water droplets and poured them onto the ground bit by bit. The speed was very slow, slowly increasing the soil humidity.

This rate of increase was very slow; it had been ten minutes, and it had only increased by one percent. This tested patience. Negris yawned and coiled to the side to take a nap.

When he opened his eyes, Ang was still squatting in the field, stretching out his hands to release red and blue light.

"How is it? Did it sprout? What stage is it at?" Negris asked.

"Light, intensity, 120," Ang replied.

"What about humidity?" Negris nodded to show he understood. His knowledge of farming was very rich now; he knew that germination required temperature, humidity, light, etc. He had just seen the temperature, but hadn't noticed what stage the humidity was at.

"Sixty," Ang replied. The so-called sixty referred to relative humidity.

Just at this moment, the little sapling waved its leaves again: Ya—ya—ya—

Ang scanned with his consciousness and found that the seed was even more active. It seemed the light intensity was also enough.

Ang signaled Negris to take the little sapling away, then took out the Speed-Death Halo Stone and activated it.

Three hours passed, six hours passed, twelve hours passed...

Three hours represented a growing season. After a full three days and three nights, seventy-two hours, the seed finally revealed a bit of white.

Negris let out a sigh of relief and complained: "No wonder others couldn't get it to sprout. Not to mention it wasn't pollinated, even if it were a pollinated seed, they wouldn't dare to sprout it like this. It takes twenty-four growing seasons to sprout; ordinary seeds would have rotted in the soil long ago."

The God of Life shook his head: "You can't calculate it like that. Throughout the four seasons, the humidity cannot be consistent. If changed to a real environment, maybe forty-eight years, or a hundred years, it's not certain."

"A hundred years? No wonder this kind of tree went extinct. By the way, why don't you know how it sprouts?" Negris asked in confusion.

The God of Life should have been the one who understood biological growth the best, yet he didn't know how to raise seedlings and had to let Ang do it.

The God of Life said righteously: "I don't even know how to raise my own seeds; how would I know how to raise other trees?"

"Uh, what you say makes so much sense..." Negris was speechless. This old tree couldn't even sprout its own seeds; letting it sprout someone else's was indeed difficult for it.

Maintaining the same temperature, humidity, and light intensity for a full twenty-four growing seasons—if the little sapling hadn't confirmed that these were the active conditions for the seed, Ang wouldn't have dared to accelerate it like this. If it didn't succeed, the seed would definitely be ruined.

However, apart from the long germination time, the germination conditions of the Heavenly Tree were not much different from ordinary tropical plants, and it was completely different from the ultra-high temperature environment of the World Tree.

Does this mean that if it is moved to a tropical environment, it can be left alone?

Another two days passed, and a little green sprout emerged from the soil; the seed had finally poked its head out.

Ang removed the Speed-Death Halo Stone. The God of Life controlled the World Tree to grow over, circling the place where the Heavenly Tree took root, creating suitable temperature and humidity. In this way, under the care of the World Tree, the Heavenly Tree could grow sturdily.

It's just that I don't know how many years it will take to grow to the extent of 'reaching the sky'.

However, even if it grows out, it's useless. At the beginning, everyone had the idea of using the Heavenly Tree to reach the Star-Burst Array directly, but facts proved that this was a suicidal move. The Warlock Alliance would absolutely not watch a tree grow onto the Star-Burst Array.

Therefore, it is ultimately just a tree. Unless it can be like the God of Life, it cannot change anything.

But Ang didn't care about these. Planting an unprecedented crop was the thing that made him happiest, and after planting it, he had a strange connection with this Heavenly Tree.

They were terrified that if the slaves starved or died of illness, they wouldn't be able to receive whatever benefits were being distributed from above.

He told Negris and the God of Life about this situation. The God of Life didn't know the reason, but Negris guessed a little: "Could it be because of your Planting Godhead? It was planted by you, so you have a sense of it."

Ang tilted his head: "Others, none."

"There's no way for others to have it either. Those rice and wheat and such don't have the ability to express anything," Negris spread his hands.

He was also guessing, but apart from the Planting Godhead, he couldn't think of any other reason that would allow Ang to perceive the state of a sapling.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. What's the situation with Anthony? Why hasn't he come back yet?" Unable to verify it for a while, Negris had to change the subject.

Five days ago, Anthony came over and brought back the pollen, which catalyzed the seed of this Heavenly Tree. Anthony's purpose in coming was to ask Ang for Holy Water.

"Cabrilla asked me if I could provide a large amount of Holy Water, the purer the better, needing several thousand tons," Anthony said.

"Several thousand tons? What do you need so much Holy Water for? Taking a bath?" Negris asked in confusion.

Although Holy Water has the effect of expelling plague, essentially, it is just clean water with Holy Light power. Drinking it won't make one a god; what do you need several thousand tons for? It's not like a plague broke out on the Star-Burst Array, right?

"He didn't say, but he is willing to pay a price of 100 magic crystals per ton, long-term acquisition," Anthony said.

"Is this price appropriate?" Negris asked in confusion; he also didn't know how much Holy Water was worth.

"Appropriate is appropriate. No matter how holy, it's just clean water. Purification is a first-level divine spell; everyone knows it, at most it costs some manpower. But a quantity of several thousand tons, in their view, can only be provided by our Church of Light. But I think their purpose is not Holy Water."

"I came to find you, my lord, hoping that you could provide several types of Holy Water: one with more impurities, one with fewer impurities, and one pure water without impurities, as samples for them to choose from," Anthony said.

Negris understood as soon as he heard it: "Do you think what they want might not be Holy Water, but clean water?"

Anthony nodded: "What they want might not be Holy Water; it might even be that they want to probe us. He wants to probe us, so we can also probe them. With the impurities removed by your Spot-Removal Spell, absolutely pure water without a single impurity—I wonder if it can arouse their interest?"

Anthony left with samples of several types of water, and then five days passed. The Divine Tree seed had sprouted, and he still hadn't come back.

Two more days passed before Anthony rushed back, dusty and tired, and said as soon as he opened his mouth: "What they wanted was indeed pure water, pure water without a trace of impurity."

As he spoke, he took the bottle containing the pure water out of his storage space.

Ang suddenly turned his head, rushed over quickly, and slapped the bottle to pieces with one palm. The pure water inside splashed out.

PS: I'm stuck to the point of wanting to die. Forget it, I'm taking a day off.