Chapter 960: The Mourning Undead Soldiers Are Charging

While the silver coin was still tricking Olga, Ang and his group had already been teleported to the Heavenly Fortress.

Ang rubbed his hands together, instantly summoning a teleportation array; a flash of white light, and they appeared atop the pyramid of the Heavenly Fortress, below which lay the Gods’ Square… the Gods’ Farm.

The moment they appeared, four powerful mental senses locked onto them; four towering figures, a hundred meters tall, rose up and swung their weapons to strike.

But they promptly “saw” the aura of Ang and the others, halted their movements, scanned everyone with their gaze, and finally settled on Negrilis, hesitantly asking: “Lord Negrilis?”

Negrilis replied, slightly stunned: “It’s me. Are you Gorr’s children? How did you grow so large? No, no—that’s not all, you’ve mutated?”

Years ago, the talkative War Tree Gorr had been nurtured by the God of Life into ten seeds; four of them were planted here to guard the Holy Heavenly Realm, and then Ang had left them alone—never expecting them to grow this big now.

It wasn’t so much growth as mutation; each of them bore a crown of fluorescent white leaves, and sacred light shimmered beneath their bark’s wrinkles, their consciousness overwhelmingly potent—nothing like a War Tree at all.

They couldn’t even be called trees anymore, but rather some sacred product—hence Negrilis said they had mutated.

The four Light War Trees ignored Negrilis and bowed deeply toward Ang: “God of Life.”

Negrilis still wore his bronze dragon form, easy to recognize; Ang, however, now appeared as a construct, harder to identify—but his aura remained unchanged.

Ang nodded.

Negrilis said: “Rise. How did you become like this? Is it because of Little Phantom?”

The four Light War Trees exchanged hesitant glances; they were Gorr’s children, planted since childhood in the Holy Heavenly Realm, unfamiliar with Ang and his group, unaccustomed to this style where Ang nodded and Negrilis spoke.

But seeing Ang’s silence, they gradually straightened and said: “We don’t know why we changed this way. The air and moisture here gradually vanished; the Light Supreme God brought us energy, and slowly we became like this.”

“I knew it—but you’ve strengthened too much. Your consciousness is even stronger than the Void War Trees. How many good things did Little Phantom feed you?” Negrilis said enviously.

When those War Trees’ consciousnesses had locked onto him earlier, Negrilis had sensed their awareness was stronger than the Void War Trees’.

Remember, they were Gorr’s children—mere Planar-level War Trees—yet their consciousness now rivaled that of Void-level War Trees. Little Phantom had directly elevated them by an entire tier. Unbelievable.

At that moment, everyone suddenly sensed something and looked down at the ground.

A sacred flame slowly rose from between the floor tiles, coalescing into a Sacred Phantom.

Seeing so many people, the little face formed by the Sacred Phantom looked utterly bewildered; after scanning everyone, its gaze settled on Ang: “Aoo!”

Whoosh! Everyone saw a flash of holy light—the little phantom had already launched itself before Ang; Ang blocked it with a finger, and it thumped against his fingertip with a soft *pop*.

The little phantom tilted its head, clung tightly to Ang’s finger, and cried: “Ya-ya-ya!”

Ang nodded and walked into the center of the Heavenly Gate Teleportation Tower.

Negrilis hurried after him, asking: “What did Little Phantom say? Can’t you all just standardize your language? Even if it spoke ‘Aoo-language,’ that’d be fine.”

Where did this “Ya-ya” language even come from?

Ang tilted his head in confusion: “This… is Aoo-language. Ya-ya… is below.”

“Ya-ya? Who?” Negrilis’s confusion vanished the moment he descended into the Heavenly Realm and saw a tiny sapling running over, chirping “Yi-yi-ya-ya.”

“How are you here too? What about the dimensional space? You’re the World-Supporting Divine Tree!” Negrilis exclaimed in shock—the little sapling was the pillar holding up the dimensional world. How had it come here?

The sapling scrambled up Ang’s shoulder, and as soon as it settled, it noticed something odd about him; it reached out a tiny hand and tapped Ang’s head, producing a hollow *thump-thump* of wood striking wood.

The sound made the sapling shiver all over; it climbed higher, perched on Ang’s head, and happily waved its true leaves: *Strain—grow—strain—grow!*

Fine, this idiot sapling clearly couldn’t answer such a complex question; Negrilis turned to Ang.

Ang shook his head and said: “World-tree, branches, not collapse.”

“Not collapse? Good. So the World-Supporting Divine Tree can branch out into many offshoots? Could it create more dimensional worlds?” Negrilis asked curiously.

Ang shook his head: “I, cannot sustain.”

A complete dimensional world wasn’t just supported by the sapling—it had drained all matter and energy from the Chaotic Plane. Another one? Ang couldn’t sustain it.

But while a full dimensional world was beyond him, a few hundred square kilometers of dimensional space was still possible. Thinking of this, Ang said: “I need, Chaotic Mist.”

“Huh? What? My lord, you need Chaotic Mist?” Anthony was thrown off by Ang’s sudden request, stunned for two seconds before realizing: Was this a divine decree?

Ang nodded. There were many ways to create a dimensional space, but to establish one with balanced elements, the best method was to manifest it directly with Chaotic Mist; otherwise, adjusting it later would be too troublesome.

The Palace of Rest was a dead world; without the Farm Barrier, nothing could grow inside. Better to achieve it in one step—use Chaotic Mist to manifest an element-balanced world from the start.

With a balanced elemental dimensional space, Ang could reach in and plant things. Just thinking of it made him happy.

“I know what you’re planning. Damn it, Little Phantom and the sapling barely made it here, and all you think about is opening a space to grow vegetables? Don’t you have any other ambitions?!” Negrilis snapped.

Ang shook his head.

Anthony couldn’t help but smile bitterly: “Chaotic Mist? That’s not lacking ambition—it’s impossible! Where am I supposed to get Chaotic Mist? Should I go beg His Majesty for some?”

“Pfft… Not a bad idea. But you’ll have to go yourself—too bad, the Old Immortal still lacks a Primordial Body. He can’t harvest Chaotic Mist.” Negrilis laughed bitterly.

“Then where do we get Chaotic Mist?” Anthony groaned.

Suddenly, Little Phantom emerged from Ang’s fingertip, forming a tiny finger and pointing: “Aoo!”

Ang immediately gazed in the direction the little phantom pointed; Negrilis and Anthony exchanged glances and immediately shared Ang’s vision—beyond the Holy Heavenly Realm, in the black void, smaller black dots were leaping across the void, racing toward them.

Each leap of the black dots sent ripples through space, especially visible under Ang’s Scale of Balance, nearly obscuring the purple cracks beneath their feet.

“It’s the Mourning Undead Soldiers… wait, are they charging?”