Chapter 63: The Building Beneath the Transit Station

Negris didn't even know what to say. A planar projection, and to the Main Material Plane at that—that was a feat only gods were capable of.

When power penetrates a planar barrier, it is weakened by several dozen times. The strength to crush an ox, when projected to the Main Material Plane, might only be enough to strangle a rabbit, which is incredibly frustrating.

Negris never projected power; he was the God of Knowledge, so he just moved his mouth. He usually projected himself over to chat, solve problems, and answer questions. The annoying part was that people often called upon him during exams to ask for the answers.

Ang had just obtained his Godhood; could he not be a bit slower in mastering the ability of planar projection? Was this skeleton truly dense, or just playing dumb? Infuriating.

An infuriated Negris stopped caring, and Ang was naturally pushed to the back of his mind. They weren't very familiar with Silver Coin, so they naturally weren't aware of the schemes he and Lisa Anna were discussing.

The next morning, Ang sprinkled a thin layer of Breath Soil over the large pit to cover it, then sowed seeds next to the area planted yesterday, repeating yesterday's actions on the new land to avoid the problem of soil fertility loss.

Even if he only planted once, the boundless wilderness before him would be enough for him to plant for hundreds of years.

With Ang planting his way along like this, he was effectively missing to the underground city.

Fielin returned to the City Lord's Mansion with a worried face. Aisk, the goblin Craig, and the succubus Lina couldn't wait to surround him: "Lord City Lord, have you found Lord Ang? What about the food?"

Fielin shook his head: "Lord Ang still hasn't returned, and the Tauren don't know where he went either. Here is a bag of sugar beets; take them and divide them up to hold out for a while."

"Sugar beets!" Aisk's eyes began to glow. There was almost no food left to eat, and other things were out of the question. His mouth was so bland it was almost bird-like, and there were even faint signs of mouth ulcers and constipation. In the past, getting some moss to eat would have been fine, but now, forget moss; even the wall plaster had been scraped off and eaten.

Although Lina and Craig weren't as excited as Aisk, they were still very happy. They scrambled to divide the sugar beets. Lina even complained: "Many thanks, my lord. I've already eaten my family's jumping rabbit, and I estimate we'll run out of food in a day or two."

"My family has already run out of food. These sugar beets might be my last supper. My lord, if there are any spots for reincarnated liches, could you save one for me?" Craig asked, casually packing up the sugar beets, looking like he intended to take them away.

Lina asked in surprise: "Reincarnated lich? Why aren't you mentioning the expulsion of the low-end population?"

Craig shook his head: "It's too late. To prevent the situation the City Lord mentioned, I'm taking these sugar beets back to let my family have a good meal. Once they're done, I'll send them on their way, so they won't end up skewered on an iron rack to be roasted."

Fielin waved his hands hurriedly: "It won't come to that, it won't. I won't let such things happen. However, sending them on their way early is fine too; the feeling of starving to death isn't pleasant. As for reincarnation... the most I can give you is a wisp of soul fire. Whether you can reincarnate successfully and how much memory you can retain, I can only leave to Lord Ang's blessing. But the good news is, with Lisa here, you won't become ugly."

Craig laughed: "I don't care about becoming ugly, unlike those heart-charming creatures who rely on their faces to eat. But my lord, you smell a bit strange; did something happen?"

Looking him up and down, although there were traces of magical cleaning on Fielin, without being able to wipe with water, there was still a faint odor seeping out.

Fielin smiled awkwardly: "Uh, just now when I was stealing... picking sugar beets, I was swiped at a few times by the Tauren auntie's broom."

Everyone's expressions changed in unison, and they quietly moved a little further away. Back then, Lu Se had very forcefully hyped up the power of the Tauren auntie's broom—that was a weapon that could scare even a Sword Saint into fleeing.

*Tap, tap, tap. * A crisp sound of footsteps followed, and Lisa walked in, cloaked and travel-worn. She lifted her hood, and a head of smooth, long hair cascaded down, covering her fair neck and collarbone.

Lina curled her lip, turned her head away, and cursed bitterly: "Old witch."

Lisa looked up and happened to catch the succubus's lip-curling. She snorted in disdain internally: "Slutty hoof."

The pronunciations of Lisa and Lina were very similar in the human common tongue. If they were both present, calling either name would make the other confirm if they were being called. Thus, they tried their best not to appear in the same place, and they didn't see eye to eye.

Lisa took off her cloak, and holy light erupted from her hands, stroking her hair and clothes. The dust and grime from her journey were swept away, making her look like a fragrant, beautiful woman who had just bathed. Craig's face turned red, and he hurriedly looked away.

Lina was even more jealous, her eyes turning red. If only she could master such divine arts, how good that would be! She could always maintain her most perfect state, and she wouldn't have to worry even if her hair got oily.

"Lord Ang, please grant me power!" Lina prayed devoutly in her heart, completely unaware that her faith had turned into soul flames and projected onto this 'old witch' before her.

Lisa was Ang's soul warrior, responsible for collecting faith from believers, just like Oak.

Fielin stepped forward urgently and asked: "Lisa, how is the situation in Bingcheng? Is there food?"

Lisa shook her head: "No, I can't contact Silver Coin. The path of buying food from the human world is blocked."

Craig slapped the table: "I knew goblins weren't reliable." Just after saying that, he remembered he was a goblin too, so he hurriedly added: "Goblin merchants aren't reliable; goblin engineers are."

"This is troublesome." Fielin sighed: "If we can't find Lord Ang soon, we'll be starving to death ourselves."

"What's wrong with Lord Ang?" Lisa had been in Bingcheng during this time, so she didn't know Ang's situation.

While speaking, she cast holy light, naturally patting Fielin's body, purifying all the places that hadn't been cleaned properly.

"My lord is missing; I don't know if he has left." Fielin obediently raised his hands and said.

Only Lisa understood Fielin's use of the word 'left'. The Watcher's departure certainly didn't mean leaving the Lich City or Bingcheng, but leaving this plane.

"No, my lord hasn't left. I can sense his existence. You all wait a moment." After Lisa finished speaking, she knelt on the ground, clasped her hands, and began to pray devoutly. A faint holy light began to emanate from her body.

Not long after, Lisa stood up and said: "Follow me." She then floated out first.

Flying up from the sinkhole planting area and reaching the ground, everyone soon discovered some faint traces. In some places, the soil appeared compacted; stepping on it caused it to shatter immediately, collapsing into a footprint.

This was very abnormal. The ground, having been blown by the Breath of Rest for a long time, was loose and soft, and it shouldn't be possible to leave footprints. Moreover, the compaction indicated that a large amount of water had been poured on it recently.

Lina flapped her wings and flew up. After looking around, she pointed in a certain direction: "Look, the traces on the ground go that way."

Following the traces on the ground, the group soon saw the huge basin at the end of the earth. The traces on the ground extended all the way into the basin.

Ang had entered his favorite rhythm: nothing to worry about, sowing, watering, harvesting, sleeping... well, not sleeping. For the past thousand-plus years, he had spent his time this way, except he no longer needed to sleep.

Deep sleep was one of the only two ways for undead to strengthen their souls; the other was plundering. Soul flames were probably already the third method that surpassed undead.

With a steady stream of soul flames replenishing him, Ang no longer needed to sleep. When the Breath of Rest blew, everyone hid in the pit, and Ang would treat Lightning's horn.

Whether it was Lightning or Negris, both had severely underestimated the difficulty of restoring a unicorn's horn. This horn was the source of the unicorn's lightning power, so essentially, it was a magical artifact capable of withstanding immense lightning power. Its strength was extremely high.

At first, Negris made a cup to wear on Lightning's head, injected essence liquid, and soaked the broken part in it. However, it had no effect; the broken horn wouldn't grow.

After several attempts, they discovered the best method was to apply the essence liquid to the broken part, then cast the Purification Art, then apply the essence liquid again, and cast the Purification Art again. Repeating this a dozen times, the horn could grow about two millimeters, but continuing after that had no effect; they had to wait until the next day to continue.

However, this was already very good, giving Lightning hope. On the spot, it hugged Ang's thigh bone: "Lightning will be your most loyal partner."

Ang kicked it away in disgust. Lightning's body was too large, and hugging his thigh like that almost broke Ang's bones.

Just like that, farming by day and treating by night, the planting area extended in a certain direction. The choice of direction was random, but as he planted, Ang discovered he had arrived at a familiar place.

Ahead was a large basin sunken into the wilderness. Back then, Aisk had brought him and the little zombie, climbed up from here, and walked all the way to the Lich City. They had arrived at the location of the World Transit Station.

At this moment, Ang stopped planting and entered the basin, walking toward the center until he saw the two stone pillars exposed above the ground.

Seeing the stone pillars, Ang could confirm the location. After looking around to confirm the spot, he began to dig. Soon, bags of food were unearthed by him.

Back then, when he had just passed through the portal, he was pushing a handcart of food. The little zombie's predecessor couldn't eat it, so he had buried it in the ground.

"Why do you bury food everywhere?" Negris couldn't help but shout. It was the same now; Ang planted and buried as he went, and all the food he grew was buried underground by him.

After checking, the food was still good and maintained its vitality, so he decided to use them as seeds.

Returning to the edge of the basin, Ang decided to start from here and finish planting the basin first.

Because the basin was sunken, the Breath of Rest had weakened significantly after blowing in, so many things had accumulated, making it more fertile than the land outside the basin. One plot of land here should be enough to plant twice.

Sowing seeds and watering continuously, while watering, he suddenly discovered the ground had collapsed.

"Eh? Why did it collapse? Is it empty underneath?" Negris was surprised: "Keep watering, wash the soil away, and see what's going on."

The more he watered, the more severe the ground collapse became, and the range grew larger and larger, until a large pit with a diameter of over twenty meters was exposed, revealing the spire of a building at the bottom of the pit. ===== CHAPTER 64 =====