[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re":3,"chapter-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-968":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Vegetable-Growing Skeleton's Foreign Land Reclamation",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2352449,4600,"Chapter 968: You","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-968",968,"\u003Cp>Directly beneath the airship, Ang landed, broke off a segment of his finger, and held it before the sapling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first segments of Ang’s construct body’s ten fingers were made from World Tree wood, primarily offering greater flexibility and sensitivity, with feedback on grip strength, allowing precise control to avoid crushing objects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperial F Lie ’s identical planting constructs lacked such fingers, and without black crystals, they were nominally the same model but far less practical, often used merely as laborers unable to operate independently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the advantage granted by the World Tree; Ang had already snapped off three or four fingers, and if he continued like this, all ten would be used up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, using them up didn’t matter—he could simply carve new ones from the newly grown World Tree branches he carried in abundance as spares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used fingers because they were part of the old stump, crafted from this world’s World Tree; besides, he had nothing else to use unless he was willing to plant the sapling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though reluctant to plant the sapling, establishing some connection was still possible—the sapling extended its true leaves and gently touched the finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The finger immediately sprouted a tender bud, then branched and grew, soon becoming a sapling ten centimeters tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang dug a hole, planted the sapling into the ground, and stamped down hard with his foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sapling excitedly waved its true leaves, sending out fervent signals: Force—grow—force—grow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding crops surged into frantic growth, radiating boundless vitality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vitality was the nourishment for the World Tree’s growth; Ang’s stamped Death Aura accelerated plant growth, and the vitality generated by the plants, in turn, spurred the World Tree’s growth; as the World Tree grew, it improved the environment and protected the plants’ growth—they were a perfect match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Death Aura’s range was ultimately limited; this endless plain before them was far beyond what a single Death Aura could cover, but it didn’t matter—the sapling shook vigorously: Force—force—force—grow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the sapling changed its rhythm, the surrounding plants followed its cadence, swaying in unison; from above, it looked like concentric ripples spreading outward, emitting a soft rustling sound—the whisper of the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The growth signal spread across the entire plain through the forest’s whisper, accelerating all plant growth; the toxic sun overhead seemed less terrifying—so long as you grew fast enough, the damage couldn’t catch you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rice already in the grain-filling stage rapidly plumped, turning golden and bending the stalks under their weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril fluttered down, murmuring with awe: “This works? You didn’t even need elemental conversion?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A catastrophe capable of wiping out all life across all planes had been casually resolved by Ang, and he had more than one solution—impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the sapling suddenly stopped and shouted loudly: “Ya—ya—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang paused in confusion, then strode quickly to the World Tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The newly planted World Tree had not grown upward; it still resembled a ten-centimeter sapling, as Ang had habitually controlled it to grow in concealed form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether in the Scorchwind Forest or the God-Hammer Plane, it could easily blend into the surroundings, making it impossible for anyone to detect the colossal presence hidden there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So though this sapling looked unremarkable, its root system had already extended over a vast area, even penetrating dozens of kilometers underground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sapling was trying to tell him: something lay beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What? Ang stepped on the sapling—immediately, the unremarkable sapling began to grow, wrapping itself around Ang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing? Where are you taking us?” Negril leapt onto Ang’s back and clung tightly to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sapling wrapped them both, then slowly sank into the ground; once fully submerged, only an unremarkable sapling remained on the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril felt as if he were traveling through woody fibers, surrounded entirely by wood grain; after an indeterminate time, suddenly the space ahead opened up—they arrived in a sealed chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chamber was vast, but most of its area was dominated by a massive root mass; sensing their arrival, a faint consciousness emerged from within the root, slowly asking: “Who… are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril gasped, instantly recognizing what it was: “World Tree!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“World Tree? An ancient term. You may also call me Lord of Life…” the consciousness murmured, though its slowness differed from the Life God’s—it carried the frailty of a dying lamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened to you?” Negril asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am dying. Who are you…” the Lord of Life murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… you’re dying too? You’re not going to last nine thousand more years, are you?” Negril blurted out, still traumatized by the phrase “dying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of Life murmured: “I am one hundred thousand and five years old. I have already died, but a new life has sprouted, so I awoke to see… yet I cannot last much longer. I am glad to meet you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hundred thousand years? Negril’s mind stirred—could the “new life” this World Tree mentioned be the one in the Scorchwind Forest? Had Ang’s stimulation of a new World Tree triggered its final flicker of life?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sapling suddenly waved its true leaves, sending fervent signals to the root mass: Force—grow—force—grow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm…?” The World Tree, seemingly at its final breath, only now seemed to notice the sapling: “V…Void Tree? Ah? No… Tree of All Worlds? Are you the Tree of All Worlds?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ya—ya—the sapling sent forth fervent signals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The root mass trembled involuntarily; roots previously fused with the soil now stirred, rapidly twisting before Ang into a towering tree-creature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tree-creature bowed deeply, raised its right hand high above its head, and slowly intoned: “I pay homage to the Lord of All Life Trees. May the Tree God bless all worlds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sapling waved its true leaves, sending fervent signals: Force—grow—force—grow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tree-creature spoke, slightly faster than before: “Thank you, Tree God, for your grace—my life is your continuation…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on? You don’t have to die.” Negril was bewildered—what? Had the sapling revived a World Tree ten thousand years old?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tree-creature murmured: “No, the cycle of life cannot be altered, even by the Tree God. But the Tree God’s blessing allows my lineage to endure. Thank you, Tree God, for your protection…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the tree-creature spoke, its voice grew weaker, yet its raised right hand slowly sprouted new buds; the buds rapidly grew into branches, leaves, blossoms, and finally bore a fist-sized, emerald-green fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang plucked the fruit—the tree-creature’s hand, trunk, roots, and even the root mass itself withered visibly before his eyes; this World Tree, which had lived one hundred thousand years, finally died completely, leaving behind only the fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>",1094,"2026-06-21T03:18:46.613Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","eefa353f33cb6014fed4181835047bbcde4806e58582045e14a24a04ee8ac205","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-969","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-967",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]