met free Chapter 1628 If you don't have it, just cut it down.
Chapter 1628 If you don't have it, just cut it down.
Chapter 1628 If you don't have it, just cut it down.
Ulsman learned shadow levitation from just one word, 'float,' but when he taught it to everyone else, only Anthony and Dirune were able to learn it; Negris and the others couldn't.
This is similar to learning all the painting techniques, but many people still can't become painters. It requires a lot of skills, and even if someone knows the principles, they still can't apply them.
"Fine, I don't like fighting anyway, you guys go ahead and fight," Negris said resignedly.
This void is extremely large, enough to squeeze in dozens of stars. Converted to distance, it's estimated to be more than a dozen nodes long. If light were to travel through it, it would probably take several years.
However, the Starborn have an advantage in Starshift, but they have an even greater advantage: if any one of them switches back to Ghostly Fragment, Ang can throw him many times farther than Starshift.
Then everyone connects with him through their souls, using him as a coordinate to teleport there, instantly traversing a distance far greater than that of star teleportation.
Soon everyone arrived at Morania's location and saw a huge rocky sphere in the distance.
Although Morania is a relatively small planet, it is still more than six times larger than Little Fireman, and it looks like a giant sphere.
On the rocky crust, a myriad-world divine tree lay sprawled on the ground, like an octopus coiled on the surface of the divine star, covering most of the sphere.
“The sacred tree doesn’t grow tall; it just lies flat on the ground. It seems it has maintained this form for a long time,” Ulsman said.
"Why do you say that?" Negris didn't understand what growing on the ground had to do with 'maintaining its form for a long time'. These divine trees could grow however they wanted.
The god of life once disguised himself as a forest, appearing to be a primeval forest rich in species, but it was all his own branches.
"Because the growth of the Myriad Realms Tree requires energy, lying on the rocky crust allows it to absorb energy better," Ursman said.
“No, the Myriad Realms Tree needs life force, not energy, to grow. As long as there are living things growing around it, it has the energy to live. It doesn’t need to lie on the earth’s crust,” Negris retorted.
"Is only life force needed? Are there no other energies besides life force? For example, incremental energy?" Ulsman asked.
Negris nodded: "It only needs life force; it can use other forms of energy as well, but that won't affect its growth and development."
"Oh, then the most likely explanation is that growing like this helps it absorb life force," Ursman guessed.
When everyone got close enough, what they saw confirmed Ulsman's guess.
On the trunk of the Myriad Realms Tree, enormous cities dotted the landscape, teeming with countless life forms and races, creating a vibrant and bustling scene.
“I understand now. The temperature of those rocky shells is too high, so life lives and reproduces on the trees, using itself as an insulation layer,” Negris said.
Then everyone quickly noticed something else: there was life on the rock shell. They rode on the backs of some giant tree people and rock turtles, constantly moving around the rock shell, digging here and there, mostly in the cracks of the rock shell, and collecting the star flames they dug out.
"Hunting? Using Starfire as prey? What an interesting ecosystem." Diruni rarely interjected.
“They’re not hunters, they’re more like dwarven prospectors, wandering around looking for veins,” Anthony said.
There are quite a few prospectors like this who roam the earth's crust, and their mounts... or rather, their mobile towns, are those giant tree people and rock turtles.
The tree people have many wooden houses on their bodies, housing several thousand people, equivalent to a large town, while the rock turtles have even more, numbering in the tens of thousands, almost like a city.
This fascinating ecosystem prompted everyone to unleash their Starborn avatars and descend to the surface of the planet God to observe it.
On the top of a rock tortoise, there is a castle. The other buildings are built around the castle in stages. The lower the level, the rougher the buildings become. When you reach the 'skirt', it is a shantytown. The buildings are haphazardly built with untrimmed wooden planks and bark.
Some humanoid creatures frolicked and played among the buildings. When they saw Ang and his group land, some cowered behind their companions in fear, while others greeted them happily.
It was a language they had never heard before, but Negris spoke with them for a while and quickly mastered it.
“What place is this? What’s the name?” Negris asked.
“Aristo, this is Aristo,” one of the most enthusiastic people said.
Negris named these humanoid beings the Morans because they lived on Morania.
"Is it Aristotle, or is it?" Nellis first pointed to the rock turtle, then to the rocky planet beneath his feet.
Mo Ren pointed at the rock tortoise: "Aristo." Then he pointed to the ground: "Mo, Mo!"
As Mo Ren spoke, Ang suddenly tilted his head and looked into the depths of the divine star. A thought was moving from there, sweeping past Ang and the others, and then retreating after discovering that it was a Starborn.
The scan was so subtle that Negris didn't even notice it, only asking in confusion, "Was something watching us just now?"
“Mo, it’s Mo, call him, he’ll protect us,” Mo Ren said.
It's a truly harmonious symbiotic relationship. Morania actually responds to the calls of the most ordinary Moran, unlike Ang, who is so lazy.
Having obtained a lot of information from the Mo people, Negris took out an additional watt and gave it to the Mo people, which startled them so much that they exclaimed, "No, no, that's too much, thank you."
"Is that a lot? Half? A quarter? An eighth? I won't cut it, take it." Negris handed the one-eighth watt of the increment to the Mori, then asked the others with a puzzled look, "Is that a lot?"
It wasn't much for a Starborn, but Negris forgot that these Mo people weren't Starborn. On the planes of existence, even gods might not be their match, let alone these Mo people. It was like giving the currency of the gods to an ordinary person.
“Forget it, let’s go. There are too many living things here. Let’s not kill it,” Negris said.
The others naturally turned and left, but Dalisso hesitated for a moment, subconsciously looking at Ang and then at Anthony.
Perhaps sensing his gaze, Anthony turned around and glanced at him, then smiled meaningfully.
Dalisso quickly followed, coming to Anthony's side, and whispered, "Lord Anthony, you two aren't actually..."
Anthony asked casually, "Not what?"
“No…no…what are you?” Daliso took a deep breath, asking a question instead of answering.
“You know too little about the Ghost Wanderers. What I say we are, that’s what we are,” Anthony said.
Daliso sighed. "Got it."
After saying that, he changed the subject: "That one over there isn't that big. Let's go see if there's any life there. If not, we'll cut it down."