Chapter 89

Zi Hai swung his axe at Lu Se, who blocked it with his sword—this was the scene An Ge saw upon arriving.

After an explanation, Zi Hai finally convinced An Ge it was a misunderstanding: “Zi Hai’s God, this is a mistake—I didn’t know it was your pet.”

Nai Ge Li stood to the side and sneered: “Pet? If An Ge hadn’t held you back, I’d have blasted you into dust already.”

He felt a pang of regret—his reaction had been too slow; he should’ve stuck his head out to take that axe himself. Luckily Lu Se blocked it—if he’d damaged the Angel Skull, the Little Zombie would’ve beaten him again.

Thinking of this, Nai Ge Li felt even more frustrated—why could the Little Zombie hit him? He refused to accept it. Wait till I grow up.

How can the Zombie Dragon keep growing?

Nai Ge Li glanced at the sapling and wondered: Should I go pray?

Good heavens—if any other god knew Nai Ge Li had this thought, they’d surely band together and beat him senseless, shattering his divine dignity.

…

The Zi Hai tribe lived in an endless primeval forest, where a solitary stone mountain rose in the center, its base dotted with caves where the Zi Hai people resided.

Zi Hai’s axe was a stone axe, its blade made of obsidian-like rock, clamped between a split wooden handle and bound tightly—deadly sharp but brittle.

Just now, Lu Se’s sword had shattered a large chunk off its edge; Zi Hai ached with grief and secretly envied Lu Se’s sword.

Lu Se patted his chest: “This sword’s too small. I’ll find you a big iron axe when we get back—something suited for you.”

“Really?” Zi Hai beamed, slapping Lu Se’s back hard: “Thank you, thank you so much, good friend! Oh! Sorry, sorry—I hit too hard!”

Lu Se, flung into a tree, forced a smile: “N-no problem. I can take it. You’ve got strong arms.”

After a while, Lu Se quietly approached An Ge: “My lord, please heal me—I feel my back’s swelling.”

…

In short, they were a mixed-blood Titan tribe living in a primitive society, lacking awakened talents or bloodline powers, stunted in growth, plagued by disease and hunger, worshipping Jian Gu Luo Ke, and calling themselves the Zi Hai tribe.

The teleportation array lay on a flat patch of forest at the mountain’s base, surrounded by a few thatched huts, though most often they lived in the cave dwellings uphill—now only twenty-some people remained in the tribe.

“Zi Hai’s God, your coming is truly a blessing. Last time you gave us seeds—we planted them, but none sprouted. Still, the medicine you gave worked wonders.” Zi Hai led An Ge’s group toward the caves as he spoke.

“Where? How do you plant them?” An Ge asked.

“Right here,” Zi Hai said, pointing to a large cleared patch of ground. He demonstrated: using his finger, he poked a hole, dropped in a pebble, then covered it.

Nai Ge Li covered his face—he couldn’t watch. Zi Hai’s method wasn’t wrong, but he stood two meters seventy-eight tall; one finger was nearly half the length of an average person’s forearm. His poke made a hole twenty to thirty centimeters deep—the seed would rot before it could even sprout.

An Ge walked over, dug up a seed. Buried too deep, it had already begun to rot without sprouting.

It was rotten—useless. An Ge tilted his head, about to toss it away—when he felt the sapling on his head sending intense messages: Push—grow—push—grow—

The sapling had been ecstatic since arriving—it had cheered nonstop, urging everything to grow. It had never seen so many trees, grasses, or flowers before.

Now, seeing this rotten seed, it cheered again—and the seed suddenly sprouted white.

Huh? Still alive? Not fully dead? Or because of the sapling?

Thinking it over, An Ge flew to the center of the clearing, set down the sapling, then stamped his footprints into the earth.

Lu Se and Lei Ting shot away instantly. Lu Se shouted to Zi Hai: “Quick, get far away!”

The Instant Death Aura accelerated biological aging—each extra minute meant decades of aging.

Nai Ge Li, the Little Zombie, and the Angel Skull were undead—unaffected, so they stayed put.

Zi Hai looked at them, then at Lu Se and Lei Ting, confused—why weren’t they running? Why should he? What was happening?

Soon, they knew. Green sprouts burst from the ground, pushing forward, growing vigorously.

Seeds they’d buried and fought to grow—now revived by the aura and the sapling together—fought their way up from the soil.

In less than minutes, they became small seedlings—the entire empty field turned into a lush green nursery.

The Zi Hai tribe stared in stunned silence, murmuring: “Miracle, miracle—it’s a miracle!” They bowed in worship.

Thick streams of soul-flame surged toward An Ge. Just twenty-some people—yet their offering rivaled the five thousand from Demon Valley.

But soon they realized a dire problem: hunger. Intense hunger. They felt as if they hadn’t eaten in weeks—so ravenous they wanted to grab dirt and shove it in their mouths.

An Ge, absorbing their soul-flame, immediately sensed this overwhelming emotion. Good—now it was truly “equivalent.”

He zipped over, dumping a huge pile of grain and sugar beets before them, afraid they’d refuse.

Lu Se, watching from afar, cried out: “My lord, save the dried sugar beets—let them eat the fresh ones! Fresh ones taste better!”

So An Ge replaced them with fresh sugar beets.

How could they refuse? Seeing food, Zi Hai and the others’ eyes lit up. They grabbed it and bit straight in—no care for husks.

If this were the Little Zombie’s former self, he’d have choked to death. But the Zi Hai tribe felt nothing—unhusked grains fit their huge mouths perfectly. No chewing needed—swallow whole, just a little scratchy.

After a few bites, they switched to fresh sugar beet roots. One root per bite—crunched open, juice exploding in their mouths, delivering a burst of sweet crispness.

Zi Hai’s eyes sparkled: “Delicious! So delicious!” He stuffed them in, alternating hands.

As he stuffed, Zi Hai noticed—the sugar beet leaves had grown… a lot?

“Get out! Leave the aura’s range! If you don’t, your food will sprout! Look—the sugar beets are sprouting!” Nai Ge Li shouted urgently.

Grains won’t sprout without water, but sugar beets will sprout even in shade. Within the aura’s range, they kept growing—leaves expanding, tiny buds emerging.

“What? Sprouting?” The Zi Hai tribe panicked, snatching their food and leaping to their feet.

As they stood, everyone realized something was wrong.