Chapter 649: Doesn't Look Like Someone Going to Inherit an Inheritance

If it were only a few circles larger than a shard, one could say it fell off Your Majesty, but a chunk three meters across could absolutely not have fallen off Your Majesty — even if Your Majesty's bones were chopped up and kneaded together, there wouldn't be this much.

"Where?"

"In the Spirit Abyss."

"Isn't 'Spirit Abyss' your own title?"

"Too lazy to come up with a name, so I just borrowed it."

As they chatted on the Sorcerer's Ladder, four Ladders flew through the void and reached their destination.

"This is the Spirit Abyss?" Seeing Ange saw the vortex of various substances in the distance and asked, somewhat shocked, "Such a primitive Abyss — that's really rare."

Many people don't understand why planes with unbalanced elements are called Abysses, because most primitive Abysses look exactly like this — wild, brutal, ferocious, dangerous, able to devour everything.

In fact, it has to devour enough elements before it can form a true plane — earth element, water element, wind element, for example.

Take the Rest Abyss — it has rock strata, which is the result of abundant earth element. But if a plane isn't rich in earth element while being especially rich in other elements, the situation will be entirely different.

The vortex before them was an Abyss in its primitive state, still slowly taking shape. What kind of plane it finally becomes depends on what elements it manages to devour.

At this moment it had gathered only a tiny bit of earth element, forming a few dozen cubic kilometers of irregular rock at its core, with large amounts of rubble and ice chunks scattered around it in a vortex pattern.

"From a distance I thought the pull was huge — turns out it only has a shape?" As the Sorcerer's Ladder drew closer, Feti said, surprised.

"Heh, when you have propulsion, of course the pull feels small. But if you can't step through the void, and can't move within the void, then you'll know how strong the pull is. Within a wide range around it, any element without outside interference cannot escape its attraction," Seeing Ange said.

This plane-level 'devouring' doesn't mean there's really an Abyss with a powerful pull sitting there sucking in all matter — it means that any object unable to move on its own cannot escape being devoured.

For example, if a mage falls in here and there's no element around him, he can only plummet toward the Abyss's center. If he's lucky and he's a water-element mage, he might run into ice chunks along the way and have a chance to escape; if he's a wind-element mage, he's done for.

So normally, elemental mages don't run off into the void to suffer for no reason. Only space-system mages like Xi Lu Di will occasionally enter the void — and even that is extremely risky.

Leaving the Ladder and flying toward the central rock, by now Lainaxi had already entered his egg-shaped pedestal. The originally half-open pedestal sealed itself completely, with only a single transparent round window showing his face.

At the same time his voice came out from within the pedestal, transmitted through a special wave that carried through the airless void:

"This is it — the Spirit Abyss. Everyone who enters here has their spirit greatly restricted, that's why it's called the Spirit Abyss. That oscillating crystal core is inside the rock, embedded in a massive body."

The others flew over as well. Radiyard drifted over wrapped tightly in divine light radiating from his whole body; Cabrela simply sat inside his flying shuttle.

When they got within ten kilometers of the rock, Seeing Ange suddenly stopped, raised a finger, and two thick tendrils of spirit lashed out — one snagged Radiyard, the other snagged Lainaxi — and yanked them violently backward.

When the spirit tendril whipped toward Lainaxi, he didn't even know what was happening. Instinctively he lashed out a spirit tendril to block, but the instant it touched Seeing Ange's tendril, it was shattered apart — and then he was dragged back.

Throughout it all, Seeing Ange's spirit tendril hadn't changed in the slightest, as if Lainaxi's block had never happened.

The instant the two of them were dragged away, a mass of roots abruptly thrust out from where they had just been, churning violently — and churning at empty air.

A mass of roots also latched onto Cabrela's airship. Like being coiled by a giant python, the airship's shield first exploded, and then the entire vessel was crushed to pieces.

Just before the airship was shredded apart, a violent spatial ripple burst out, and a dust-covered Cabrela flashed into view in a sorry state. His chest was shattered, flickering with residual magical ripples — clearly, some magical device on his chest had saved his life.

Anthony shouted sternly, "What was that? Didn't you say there was no danger here?"

If Lainaxi hadn't also been among the targets of the attack, Anthony would have suspected him of leading everyone into a trap.

Lainaxi was still in shock. Hearing the words, he shouted, "I don't know, I don't know! There wasn't anything like this before. I've come here many times — I even cultivated here for a long stretch, and I've never seen any other living thing."

As Lainaxi spoke, the rock silently crumbled, and from the pile of rubble crawled out a… a treant — a giant treant that might be a thousand meters tall. Embedded in its forehead was a black crystal, roughly three meters across.

It 'crawled' out of the rubble — let's say 'crawled,' because its body was hardly any smaller than that chunk of rock. Tall and thick, a thousand meters high, but its chest diameter was probably no less than four hundred meters. From a distance it looked exactly like that totem pole of the minotaur Vanya.

The treant's two shoulders dragged two vine-arms, which coiled around two chunks of rubble, then roared toward Seeing Ange and the others: "War! War! War!" — and hurled them with all its might.

Don't be fooled just because they're 'mere' chunks of rubble — relative to a treant over a thousand meters tall, each of these chunks was still twenty or thirty meters across.

Faced with this kind of attack that had no tricks to it, no technique or skill meant anything — only dodging. Even a Guardian Bastion wouldn't dare guarantee it could withstand a rock of this volume slamming into it.

Everyone scattered like bees from a kicked hive. Seeing Ange shouted urgently at the same time, "War Treant! Why a War Treant? How could there be a War Treant this huge? Is it Gor's great-great-grandfather?"

The God of Life had already emerged the moment the roots poked out. Hearing this, he said unhurriedly, "Gor is my child. Gor's great-great-grandfather — that would be my parent tree, wouldn't it?"

"Ah? No, no, no, that's not what I meant." Seeing Ange was stunned. Wasn't that basically the same as cursing 'it's your daddy'?

"That is exactly what I meant." The God of Life floated up from Seeing Ange's shoulder and rapidly grew wildly. "I can sense its aura — it is a child of my parent tree, just like the relationship between Gor and me. It is guarding something that belongs to my parent tree."

Everyone was stunned silly. The God of Life's parent tree? Good heavens — the God of Life also has a parent… Well, that's right, a World Tree also has to sprout from a seed, just like a little sapling.

In other words, this is a relic left behind by the God of Life's parent tree? But judging by the God of Life's demeanor, he doesn't look like someone about to inherit an inheritance.