Chapter 87: Such a Responsive God

Speaking of this matter, Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si wished he could find a hole to crawl into on the spot; when he had been dragged back and was passing through the world transit station, seeing so many people, he had indeed shouted a few reluctant words.

However, until he died and was sealed, he never found such a chance, and the grave he spoke of was the one where Jian Gu Luo Ke slept, not the one where his bones were buried after death.

Going to pee on someone's grave after they died — this act was really too—thrilling, just thinking about it was thrilling: "Where is the skeleton?"

After reporting to Seeing Ange, he packed up the potted world sapling and teleported it over.

As long as it can sprout, saplings aren't actually worth much; one fruit has over a thousand seeds. Apart from the silver-coin branch, the teleportation array at Bingcheng was also requisitioned, and branches were claimed, so Seeing Ange has now sent out nearly two thousand five hundred saplings.

Sending out saplings is easy, but raising them to maturity is not.

"At this position in this plane." Anthony sent over a coordinate: "Jian Gu Luo Ke and the six-winged archangel Galix of the Church of Light perished together back then. If you can find Jian Gu Luo Ke's skeleton, you should also be able to find Galix's holy remains. I hope you leave the holy remains for me."

"Only one coordinate? What about the teleportation array beacon? Why don't you go get it yourself?" Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"If there were a teleportation array beacon, of course I would have gone myself long ago. It's precisely because there isn't one. You're the God of Knowledge — with a coordinate, there must be a way to get there." Anthony said without the slightest blush.

"Dammit, I'm the God of Knowledge, not the God of Space. Just one coordinate and you expect me to get there? You swindling merchant, give my world tree sapling back. Hello? Hello? …hung up? Dammit!" Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si was so angry he wanted to smash the teleportation array.

A spatial coordinate is a numerical value, but without a teleportation array or projection array, relying on just one coordinate to cross planes is extremely dangerous and not easy to succeed.

If this coordinate belongs to the prime material plane, it's even harder — blocked by a solid planar barrier, it's easy to slam into the barrier and be smashed flat.

Conversely, between the Abyss and the Abyss, since neither side has a planar barrier blocking the way, the success rate is high.

Why does a place like the world transit station exist? Because it is the shortest distance to every plane, with the thinnest barrier and the lowest cost.

Having only a coordinate but no teleportation array or projection array to guide you is like riding a dragon at full speed through fog — no one knows what's ahead.

The fellows who adventure with just a coordinate, or even without one, have a dedicated profession — Void Adventurers. They are basically space-system grand magicians, and from childhood they were loners with dead parents, dead relatives, dead friends, and debt collectors chasing them. Anyone with even half a thread of emotional attachment would not do this kind of nine-deaths-one-life work.

Now, that damned Piero actually swindled away a world tree sapling with just one coordinate. Dammit, he was duped.

The loss had already been taken; he couldn't exactly swallow the coordinate, could he? Carrying a sliver of hope, Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si entered the coordinate into the teleportation array, then sent out a communication request.

However, after half a day there was still no response, and he didn't know whether there was a teleportation array near that coordinate.

Even if there were a teleportation array, without activation it couldn't receive communication requests. Even if it received a communication request, as long as the other party didn't respond, this side wouldn't know. This kind of feedback-less, single-blind operation made cross-planar communication fraught with difficulty.

Until the magic crystals were exhausted, the teleportation array still gave no feedback. Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si was somewhat unwilling to accept it, and went to find Seeing Ange, saying: "Seeing Ange, have that believer of yours called Purple Bones — the one who transmitted the Hand of Locke to you — have her activate the teleportation array and see if it can match up with this coordinate."

"Why?" Seeing Ange asked, puzzled.

"Because the rest of Locke's bones are very likely there." Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si said.

When Anthony mentioned Locke's skeleton, Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si immediately thought of Purple Bones. The other party had transmitted one of Locke's hand bones over, so it was very likely that the other parts of Locke's skeleton were also scattered across that plane.

If it could match up with the coordinate, then it was a hundred percent this place. Anthony's words stirred up Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si's long-buried memories; he could barely contain himself now, always wanting to do something on Jian Gu Luo Ke's grave.

"Oh." Seeing Ange withdraw his consciousness and extend it toward the symbol belonging to Purple Bones within his soul.

The moment he projected over, Seeing Ange sensed something was wrong — a large mouth was pulling away from Purple Bones's body, two dagger-like fangs were extracting from flesh and skin, tearing backward to rip open an even larger wound, and blood immediately gushed out like a spring.

The surrounding Purple Bones clansmen, fearless of death, frantically attacked the owner of that large mouth, forcibly driving it away from Purple Bones's body, and it retreated unwillingly.

Seeing Ange projected onto Purple Bones; only what she saw could Seeing Ange see. Only after the enemy retreated did Seeing Ange finally make out the opponent's form — it was a black panther.

Blood kept pouring from Purple Bones's body, her life force rapidly draining away. The surrounding clansmen crowded around, urgently calling out to Purple Bones: "Chieftain, Chieftain, how are you? Wake up, wake up, please don't die. Great Shaman, Great Shaman, come quickly!"

The tribe's Great Shaman rushed over, took one look, and despair filled his heart — such an injury was absolutely beyond what a shaman-doctor like him could heal. Purple Bones was doomed.

Seeing the Great Shaman's expression, everyone realized Purple Bones's fate and couldn't help weeping bitterly.

In this world, death was actually a very common thing, but when truly faced, one still couldn't help feeling sorrow — especially since this generation's Purple Bones was capable, cared for her clansmen, and had even recovered the god of the purple bones….

Huh? The god of the purple bones! Someone suddenly caught on: "The god of the purple bones, the Purple Bones God, we've found the god! The god can save Purple Bones. Quick, pray!"

With this shout, everyone caught on. In the past, when they were injured or sick, they could only rely on the tribe's shaman and were used to reading the Great Shaman's face — if he said there was no hope, everyone despaired.

But now it was different. The era of the Great Shaman had passed. The Purple Bones God had bestowed upon them divine medicine, cured the tribe's plague, and even granted seeds… uh, they didn't grow.

The Purple Bones God could definitely save Purple Bones.

Whoosh — everyone formed a circle, surrounding Purple Bones in the middle, and devoutly kowtowed in prayer.

However, even if they hadn't caught on, Seeing Ange had already been preparing to project a Purification spell onto Purple Bones's body. By sheer coincidence, just as they began kowtowing, the first Purification spell was projected onto the wound, and the wound faintly lit up.

The Purple Bones clansmen who saw this scene were simply dumbfounded. In the past, when the Great Shaman performed his rituals, they worked sometimes and not others; he could jump for hours without any effect. How was the Purple Bones God so responsive? The moment they kowtowed, he answered?

Immediately they kowtowed even harder, the ground getting pounded with dent after dent, thud thud thud echoing.

Under this kind of devout prayer, Purple Bones's wound healed visibly to the naked eye. So everyone's hearts were filled with incredulous shock: Oh heavens, the Purple Bones God is so amazing, so approachable — one kowtow and he responds. Kowtowing can't lose, kowtowing can't be duped.

Thick strands of faith surged toward Purple Bones as if free of charge. Seeing Ange discovered that he seemed to not need to project power from his main body — the power devoted by these Purple Bones clansmen was already enough, with some to spare.

Thus, on Purple Bones's body, light blazed forth brilliantly.