Chapter 713

"Come, come, come, take them down and hide them well; only keep Bugaka," Negris called out excitedly.

Lidal and Hailan, feeling bewildered, took the ancient gods away and hid them as Negris instructed, then asked in confusion, "What is the Master planning to do?"

"Fishing," Negris said. With the Chaos Undead Legion backing him up, Negris felt bold; what was originally passive fishing had now turned into active angling.

A tiny, shattered plane was packed to the brim with over a dozen ancient gods huddled together, surrounded by looming shadows, feeling incredibly awkward.

Sure enough, seeing Bugaka dragging the shattered plane by himself, some ancient gods who thought they could suppress him, or who relied on their superior numbers, assumed he was hauling some treasure and charged right in, only to be surrounded by the dozen or so ancient gods.

This Bugaka even gained experience in fishing; his emotions were written all over his face, looking nervous and timid, and even acting terrified whenever he sensed movement.

Ancient gods who considered themselves powerful couldn't resist such temptation, rushing over impatiently, only to become captives themselves.

Just like that, by the time they returned to the Blood Abyss, they had caught a total of twenty-five ancient gods. Since there was no way to restrain them for the time being, they could only have some undead spirits inhabit their bodies.

Even the Little Demon King couldn't help but sigh: "I've never seen so many of these guys together; I really want to kill them all."

Suddenly, all the ancient gods began to tremble with fear, especially while Ange and the others were still examining the headless corpse of the Thunder Roar.

"It seems this chest structure is what allows it to emit a roar capable of shattering everything. This isn't a sound-based arcane art, but dark element oscillation. More detailed research will require Durokan; it's beyond my capabilities," Anthony said, looking up with blood-covered hands, then rubbed them together as a holy light spread from his palms, quickly purifying all the filth.

"Are you sure it's called a dark element?" Negris asked.

Ever since Ange used a feather from the Chaos Holy Spirit to intercept an invisible element in the void, everyone had been full of controversy over it, mainly centered on whether to call it a 'dark element' or a 'darkness element.'

It wasn't until the Light of Creation surrendered that this controversy was resolved, because what the Light of Creation created was 'darkness,' which is not the same thing as the invisible energy in the void.

"Let's just call it that for now; whoever wants to overturn it can write a thesis," Anthony said.

"Fine. In other words, as long as we figure out why its chest cavity allows for dark element oscillation, we can create various instruments targeting dark elements. It really does need to be handled by Durokan. He might not be able to do it alone, so we'll have to get the Star Academy and the True Research Society involved. Send the corpse back when the time comes," Negris said.

Ange put the corpse away.

Continuing to fish along the way, the shattered plane was dragged to the Blood Abyss, and twenty-some ancient gods carried it as it slowly descended onto the Blood Abyss.

"Alright, the thing is dragged back. How do you plan to resurrect it?" Negris asked impatiently.

Ange pointed to a spot in the Blood Abyss and said, "Dig it open, reveal the roots; smash it open, reveal the core; connect them together."

"You mean, dig out the roots and the core of the World Tree and connect them? That will resurrect it?" Negris asked in surprise.

Ange shook his head, produced insect ash liquid with his left hand, and summoned the Undead Holy Light with his right: "Rebirth, activation."

"You have to use insect ash liquid for rebirth and then Undead Holy Light for activation? But you still can't resurrect it! At most, you'll get a living World Tree, but you can't resurrect the original World Tree of the Myriad Realms," Negris said.

Ange scratched his head and said distressfully, "I, saw, when it was alive, let it grow back."

"Hiss—" Negris and Anthony gasped in unison.

Negris exclaimed, "You mean, you saw its complete form in the information it transmitted to you, and letting it grow back into that complete form is equivalent to resurrection?"

"It's just like how I resurrected Polk; I thought Polk was like that, so he grew like that? Master, this isn't resurrection; you're preparing to recreate the World Tree of the Myriad Realms!" Anthony was stunned.

Negris couldn't help but get excited: "Damn it, recreating the World Tree of the Myriad Realms—I can't believe you thought of that! But it's very likely to succeed. As long as we resurrect it and let it grow on its own, as long as it grows back to its original appearance, who would dare say it isn't the World Tree of the Myriad Realms? We only need its body, not its soul."

Not far away, Pink Skirt couldn't help but mutter: "Only want its body, not its heart? This fat dragon is too heartless; don't lead people astray."

"That's true. As long as it grows back to its original scale, who would dare say it isn't the World Tree of the Myriad Realms? And we don't even have to do the work; it can grow on its own. The feasibility is very high," Anthony also couldn't help but feel excited.

If you hadn't been to the Chaos Plane, you wouldn't know the power of the World Tree of the Myriad Realms. This tree, which has been dead for 500,000 years, still protects the entire Chaos Plane to this day, and most of the plane's creatures rely on the remaining branches of the World Tree to survive.

Looking at the two excited guys, Ange felt a bit confused. He just wanted to plant a tree; why were they so excited?

Digging up the earth would normally be a very difficult task, but with twenty-some ancient gods, plus billions of undead, over a billion chaotic undead, hundreds of thousands of demons, and millions of humans and elves, it became very easy; Ange didn't even need to exert himself.

Taking this opportunity, he went to raise the remaining corpses in the Corpse River. The deeper he went, the higher the level of the corpses; the number of golden skeletons increased, though more of them were physically damaged.

After hundreds of thousands of years of blood sacrifice, the total number of corpses in the Corpse River might reach tens of billions, but the ones at the very bottom were crushed into fragments, and even if they were metallized, it was meaningless. Picking through the rest, there were probably about two billion, though the vast majority were just remains.

The undead resurrection continued, forming a positive cycle. The death energy deposited in the Corpse River was continuously converted into soul fire, catalyzing the corpses into undead creatures.

Every time a batch was catalyzed, Ange would transfer the 'thread' to the soulless corpses, pulling them up and starting the undead resurrection process. New soul fire was born within them, and as long as the death energy in the Corpse River wasn't exhausted, the undead resurrection wouldn't stop.

Ange only returned once the land was dug open and the roots were exposed.

He picked up a strand of root, scraped off the rotten cross-section, shone the Undead Holy Light on it to purify the mold and filth, and then applied a bit of insect ash liquid to the cross-section to revive the long-inactive root.

Then, he placed the shattered plane—which had also been dug open to reveal the tree core—into the large pit. Ange pulled at the revived root, trying to connect it to the tree core, but it wouldn't budge after a few tugs; the roots were firmly embedded in the earth. Even after 500,000 years, they remained solid and secure.

Ange tilted his head; did he have to smash the plane?

The little sapling also tilted its head, suddenly extending a branch, wrapping it around the root, and then splitting into twigs to reach toward the tree core.

Where the twigs were about to touch, Ange dabbed a bit of insect ash liquid. After the liquid permeated, that spot revealed a hint of green.

The twigs of the little sapling thus became an extension of the roots and the tree core, connecting them together.

Ange hurriedly took out various fertilizers and dripped them onto this root one by one, repeatedly comparing the nutrients it needed, and then reached a conclusion: it could absorb any fertilizer.

As it absorbed the nutrients, the entire root gradually 'came to life,' slowly extending toward the end starting from the contact point of the cross-section.

The tree core was the same; at the point where it connected to the root, the green color was slowly spreading to the surroundings.

"It worked? It really works! Keep connecting, connect all the roots," Negris said excitedly.

What followed was a long, repetitive, and boring process. By the time they connected fifty or so roots, the little sapling was drooping and shaking all its leaves.

Ange hurriedly let it rest and turned to ask the God of Life for help.

The God of Life said slowly, "Let Miaomiao do it. Its branches are grafted onto the roots and core of the parent plant, so it carries the power of the parent plant."

Carrying the power of the parent plant? There's such a good thing? Ange immediately decided to let the little sapling rest before continuing.

Taking advantage of this leisure, Dimali finally had a chance to come over and speak. He knelt down and kowtowed quite straightforwardly: "Greetings, Main God. Thank you for saving the lives of me and the elves. They have entrusted me to offer you everything."

After speaking, he held up a leaf to Ange with both hands.

"Eh, an Elf Heart? Does such a thing really exist?" Negris said in surprise.

Everyone looked at it, and Negris had to explain: "This is something that only exists in theory. Because the Old Tree was always the god of the Elven race, its Life Heart was the Elf Heart. But theoretically, as long as the Elven race loses its object of faith, their beliefs can be entrusted to an object—it could be a leaf or a stone. A totem that gathers the faith of the Elven race is an Elf Heart."

Anthony asked in confusion: "But why don't Anlusi and the others have one?"

"They do; Aishikelysi is one, a stronger deity rather than a totem," Negris said.

Ange understood. He picked up the leaf and handed it to the little sapling. The little sapling waved its leaves and refused: "Ya—ya—ya—"

He handed it to the God of Life, who also refused. Finally, the Elf Heart fell into the hands of the Tree Shepherd, Trinit.

Seeing Ange couldn't help pulling Lord Nai Ge aside and asked, "Not even the Heart of the Elves? Why?"

Lord Nai Ge guessed, "The sapling probably doesn't know how to use the power inside—that's Faith Primordial Force. The old tree probably doesn't want the responsibility; these are elves left behind by its parent plant, not its own. As for my lord, maybe he finds it troublesome—Faith Primordial Force is too messy and impure."

"Ugh, in this day and age even Faith Primordial Force nobody wants it?" Nai Ge Li Si said, envious and jealous.

"Heh, isn't that perfectly normal? The devotion of mortals, to a true deity, is not only a gain but also a responsibility. The glory of my lord is not something just anyone can bathe in." Seeing Ange said with a smile.

"Bah, that tone of yours really sounds like those charlatan priests selling indulgences." Nai Ge Li Si scoffed.

Seeing Ange rubbed his nose: "Indulgences have been sold too."

Originally he had thought presenting the Heart of the Elves would earn him a favorable glance from the chief god, but who knew Seeing Ange didn't want it at all. Dimari, who had been entrusted by the Elf Queen with an unreasonable request, immediately didn't dare bring it up, and instead said: "My lord, the ancient gods of the Wandering Gods Alliance hope to receive your protection."