Chapter 994: The Sect Is Bankrupt—Can I Buy It and Rename It?

"Pfft, create more? I used to want to ride more female dragons too—dream on."

As Negril grumbled, Ang was constantly moving his arms; as long as the little wraith clung to his arm, his hand could penetrate space and appear within the Holy Heaven’s range.

The square of the Holy Heaven had been torn up; at its four corners stood four Void War Trees strengthened by the little sapling, while various special crops were planted in the center.

Including but not limited to Divine Wood, God Flowers, Elf Beans, and other god-tier crops, as well as Dragonfruit, Exploding Fruit, and other demonic plants—all the Chaos Origins Ang had acquired were poured into these, cultivating every seed he had ever known.

Of course, there were also primordial-level Chaos Trees and Deadman Fruit Trees, but they were small, kept only for seed preservation.

Ang pulled out a Dragonfruit, crushed it, collected and sifted out the seeds, then germinated them, and called over the little flame.

The little flame floated over, puffed up with anger—it had been subdued by the little wraith and the little sapling together, but it refused to obey anyone else besides them.

In its eyes, Ang was merely a coat rack for the little wraith and a pot stand for the little sapling—how dare he command it? The little flame, floating over, was ready to spit fire.

The little wraith leapt up and smacked it on the head: "Ow—"

The little sapling whipped out a vine and lashed it: "Ya—ya—"

The little flame hugged its head, glancing left and right, reluctantly: "Ow ya—"

Ang handed it a tray of Dragonfruit seedlings and pointed at the ground hardened by magma: "Plant."

The little flame tilted its head, confused.

Ang demonstrated right then: with a flick of his finger, the ground melted and bubbled; once the bubble hardened and the thin crust was cracked off, a half-spherical pit remained.

Of course, with precise control, the bubble could burst on its own and harden instantly, yielding a more natural pit.

Ang could do it too, but the little flame was better suited for this task—and if it couldn’t farm, what was it good for?

The little flame grew angry, angry, angry—so angry it swelled up—but this time the little wraith and the little sapling didn’t hit it; they just watched silently, like Ang.

Let’s be honest, life has an innate sense of danger; the once furious flame suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon, reluctantly drifting over to pick up the tray of seedlings.

First, it placed the tray on the ground, then the little flame stepped forward with its tiny “feet,” hopping and skipping across the earth—each step melting and bubbling the surface, cracking and hardening into a circular depression.

As it kept running, a row of gradually cooling depressions formed behind it.

By the time it completed one full lap around the ground, the first depression had cooled enough; the little flame then picked up the tray and carefully dropped each seedling into its respective hole.

Soon, it finished planting and returned to Ang, pointing emphatically at the now-empty tray.

Ang nodded in satisfaction, then gave it another tray of seedlings, tossing the rest directly onto the ground in balanced positions before tapping each young sapling.

The young saplings raised their true leaves, and instantly, the seedlings in the tray moved on their own—stepping out, shaking off the dirt from their roots, gathering the soil with their leaves, and marching forward on their twisted root-feet, rushing to their assigned holes, spreading the soil, stepping in, and taking root!

The entire process left everyone bewildered; Negril exclaimed in astonishment: “What’s going on? Is this some kind of initiation test? Is Ang trying to see if it can plant things—if it can’t, he’ll just reject it?”

“What? Reject it? Isn’t it the Planar Will?” the Dawn Goddess exclaimed in shock—how could you reject the Planar Will?

Negril sneered: “What’s the Planar Will? Even the Void Origin rejected it.” Back then, the Eternal Divine Light had even considered surrendering.

The Dawn Goddess clearly had no idea what the Void Origin was, staring blankly.

Anthony analyzed: “It’s definitely a test. This little flame is clever—it knows to optimize the steps, understands the need to dig holes first, and realizes seedlings can’t tolerate high heat. If it just dug holes and planted immediately like an adult, it would scorch the roots. The adult first dispersed the heat.”

The Dawn Goddess retorted: “What are you talking about? It’s the Planar Will—it’s naturally intelligent, far smarter than any human!”

“It’s clever, alright, but it’s weak. Are all Planar Wills this feeble?” Negril sneered.

“What are you saying? Didn’t you guys beat it into this state? Now you won’t even admit responsibility?” the Dawn Goddess snapped.

While they were bickering, Ang stepped down on a footprint, and the Fire Dragon Fruit trees erupted into wild growth, quickly bearing abundant fruits saturated with fire elements.

After harvesting one crop, Ang removed the Death Aura and let the fruits grow naturally—the fire element here was too abundant to ever drain dry.

Besides, producing so many Fire Dragon Fruits was pointless; only fire mages could benefit from fruits with enhanced fire affinity. The real purpose of these trees was to consume excess fire energy and prevent it from re-forming into magma.

With a stable foundation established, teleportation nodes could now be constructed here, allowing direct teleportation in the future.

After finishing all this, everyone gathered together; Ang crafted a teleportation array by hand and transported them all to the Giant Crystal Village.

Falati saw her goddess’s true form for the first time, yet the familiar appearance and aura instantly revealed the Dawn Goddess to her.

The arrival of a deity—surely a divine manifestation—sent Falati screaming over in excitement, gripping the Dawn Goddess’s hand: “My Lord has descended! Have you gotten married yet?”

Everyone silently withdrew, leaving the Dawn Goddess to deal with her fanatical follower.

Back on the airship, Anthony suddenly said: “It would’ve been great if Lisa were here too.”

Negril sighed in agreement: “Exactly! She and Falati would be a perfect match—get married, have kids, no delay. Ang, can you summon Lisa too?”

Ang shook his head, then nodded.

“Not now? But later?” Negril translated.

Ang nodded.

Just as everyone thought they could finally relax, Ang suddenly heard Silver Coin’s call: “Lord, I have some questions I’d like to ask Lord Anthony—uh, and also Lord Negril, if I may.”

Ang nodded and pulled them into his mental space.

“Silver Coin? Aren’t you supposed to be spreading faith in the Court of Leo? Are you having trouble?” Negril asked in surprise.

In terms of independence, Silver Coin surpassed even Anthony—many tasks he could handle alone, unlike Anthony, who constantly cried for help.

After settling in, Silver Coin had set off for the Court of Leo—the main plane of the Leo faction—to spread his faith.

Silver Coin spoke rapidly: “Yes, Lord Anthony, I’d like to ask you: there’s a cult that’s effectively bankrupt, yet still has many followers—could I buy it, rebrand it, and turn it into my own cult?”