Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

While Negris was sighing in despair, Ange had already started casting Purification on the God of Balance. With each Purification spell, the stones wrapped around the God of Balance would purify a little, turning into ash and dispersing.

However, this purification was slow. Each time, it only removed a thin layer, even thinner than what was lost during Little Angel’s recovery. Any other priest or saint might have given up, as the process of purifying the stones would outlast their lifetime.

However, this wasn’t a problem for Ange. He had already forgotten what he was originally intending to do, and simply focused on the God of Balance and the stones surrounding him. A day, two days, three days and finally, after a full week, the stone-like water mass that had exploded on the God of Balance had been fully purified.

During this time, the Light Dome ‘broke’ twice, each time at the very start of the Resting Wind. This ‘breaking’ wasn’t a large hole appearing, but rather a sudden flickering and instability, which then slowly settled down.

Under such circumstances, Ange could presumably break it with a few punches if he flew up to it.

When this periodic phenomenon was noticed, Negris didn’t worry anymore. At least they wouldn’t be trapped here.

After Ange had purified the stones on its surface, the God of Balance’s true appearance was revealed. The statue had an open pose with its arms extended horizontally to each side of its body and legs slightly apart. It was strikingly similar to the description of the Equal Cross pose in the Holy Code.

He was attacked in the pose of the Equal Cross, an attack so powerful that it could even petrify a god.

Ange then cast Holy Light, which rolled over the statue.

When the Purification spell was cast again, the God of Balance did not turn into ash. Instead, its colour became slightly lighter and at the same time, a bit of the Holy Light also landed on Ange.

“Hiss… the equal treatment really affected you. Is this truly the God of Balance? If we continue, could we possibly revive him?” Negris exclaimed in surprise while also seeming a bit intrigued.

The God of Balance was the only one of the Gods of Light remaining. If they could revive him, wouldn’t all of their questions be answered?

However, this thought quickly passed, and Negris dismissed it completely: “Forget it, it’s too dangerous. Let’s bury him back and leave. I don’t want to deal with an awakened God of Light.”

Shamara walked over, pressed her hand against his back and said, “Continue. The moment he awakens, he will no longer be a pure Master God.”

“You want to corrupt him? Oh, that’s a good idea. You corrupt him, he corrupts you, but you are already tainted so you are not afraid of corruption. If he becomes corrupted, it will be difficult for him to wield the power of Light. Good idea.”

Negris clapped excitedly. Was this the key to breaking the Equal Cross? To corrupt the God of Balance to one’s own level and then defeat him with a wealth of experience?

It seemed highly feasible. But for safety’s sake, Negris decided to leave first and explore this possibility outside of the Divine Country. That way, even if the God of Balance truly revived, they would only need to deal with his own power.

If they stayed here, he would have the authority to utilize the entire defense force of Heaven, which could be troublesome.

After making the decision to leave, Negris immediately realized that they had overlooked one thing: “We’re out of Air Bubble Stones…”

Coming here, they initially relied on the Air Bubble Stones to support them until they reached the halfway point, and then they struggled through the remaining few thousand meters, descending at high speed.

Without the Air Bubble Stones, it would mean that White Neck would have to fly against Resting Wind to cross the midpoint of gravity and then descend. The entire journey of tens of thousands of meters would be too much for White Neck to handle.

“I’ve been foolish, what do we do now? We can’t go back.” Negris was stunned.

This mistake was severe. It could potentially lead to Ange being trapped there. What should they do now? What should they do?

Negris pondered this problem for a whole two days.

Ange, on the other hand, seemed utterly unconcerned. He overturned the entire Square of the Gods to uncover the God of Balance, exposing the bare soil beneath. Looking at this dark, oily soil, Ange didn’t feel the need to leave immediately.

During Negris’ two-day contemplation, Ange flattened the square, divided it into sections, and created ridges.

He planted a World Tree in the center. The areas closest to the World Tree were planted with elf beans, and the remaining areas with every type of crop seed in his possession.

Throughout this whole process, Ange didn’t even use the Instant Death Halo. The moment the seeds were buried, they immediately entered a rapid growth state. In just two short days, they were already halfway grown.

For instance, the growth cycle of the Saline Demon Rice is about four months. Within a mere two days, they were half grown, meaning that it would only need four days to fully mature, which was a thirty-fold acceleration.

Although it cannot be compared to the Instant Death Halo, it was natural growth, hence even the elf beans could be accelerated.

If elf beans could be planted here, it would only take one year for them to enter a period of peak productivity and then there would be a whole year of peak productivity, with about thirty harvests. Thus, making it the best place to plant elf beans.

Ange dug up all other crops and planted elf beans instead. He still had over four hundred elf bean seeds on hand. He planted three hundred of them and kept the remaining hundred for later use.

Seeing Ange happily working, Negris who had been pondering over their situation for two days finally laughed, “Is this really so fun? We might as well just stay here and farm, and never leave.”