Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

“There are not many green dots, there are more red ones. Does red mean they cannot be transported? Why?” Lisa asked curiously.

“Either it’s too far away, or there’s a dimensional barrier. Take the Prime Material Plane as an example. Its dimensional barrier is much thicker than this Holy Kingdom’s. The Holy Kingdom simply can’t get there,” Negris explained.

Lisa asked, “You mean it can’t just hang upside down over our home like it is now? Doesn’t the Resting Abyss have a barrier?”

“Of course not, even approaching can’t be done, not to mention transporting. The Heavenly Ladder can’t transport to very distant locations, so in the history of the Prime Material Plane, you won’t find any records of the Heavenly Stage or Heavenly Arrival. As for whether the Resting Abyss has a barrier? If it had a barrier, it wouldn’t be called an abyss.”

The most significant difference between an abyss and a plane lies in the presence of a barrier. Those with barriers are called planes. Those without are called abysses. No dimensional barriers means it’s a world without defenses, where anyone can come and go as they please, as long as they have a beacon or coordinates.

Why does the Undead Empire build their transit stations in such defenseless abysses? Simply because there’s no barrier.

With barriers, the energy consumed by transportation would be multiplied several times or even dozens of times.

If both dimensions have barriers, then the energy consumption would multiply again. For particularly thick barriers, weak points have to be found, otherwise the teleportation array would need to multiply its energy to penetrate the barrier.

The Undead Empire purposely set up a transit station in a place without a dimensional barrier, allowing people from all major dimensions to come here freely for trade, everyone gets what they need.

The Undead Empire is confident because they are the greatest barrier in this plane.

The Undead Empire has the confidence to protect the transit station, but Ange doesn’t, so until now, the World Transit Station hasn’t dared to open, as if it’s guarding a golden trade route for a begging bowl.

Of course, even if Ange had the confidence to open it, he wouldn’t let it open, because the World Transit Station can’t cultivate land.

“Can it be activated?” Lisa asked again.

Negris took the control key from Ange, checked it, and said with a bitter face, “I dare not touch it. I’m afraid it will fall.”

Firstly, He didn’t know how to control the Holy Kingdom. Despite having the control key, there was no instruction manual or beginner’s guide for how to use it.

Secondly, the Holy Kingdom was stuck when descending. Who knew if it could still move? What if they messed around with it and it fell down, ruining the Resting Abyss?

“Ugh, can’t we do anything?” As a former Saintess, a Forsworn, an old witch, Lisa was reluctant. The Holy Kingdom, a place they now occupy, the nest of the Gods of Light, and they couldn’t do anything?

“We aren’t completely helpless, we can still check the coordinate system map.” Negris had just finished speaking when he saw Ange squatting on the floor, drawing circles with his fingers on the ground, and the entire coordinate system map moved back and forth with his fingers.

He carefully examined every dot representing the planes and abysses.

Negris leaned over to look at some introductions to the planes displayed on the coordinates, then glanced at Ange, asking confusedly, “What are you looking for?”

“Looking for a place where we can grow crops,” Ange responded.

“Pfft… I knew it…” Negris almost spat out blood. Apart from this, Ange would not be interested in anything else.

However, his efforts were destined to be in vain. Suitable for plant growth, every plane definitely has a strong dimensional barrier.

In the following days, Negris kept dragging Ange to try and figure out how to control the whole system, but with the lack of information and instructions, their accomplishments were few. One of the few achievements they made was activating one of the crystal steles.

The Crystal Stele first showed some patterns made up of rays of light. After fluctuating for a while, a crying voice came from the crystal stele, “Supreme Light, please grant me the power to heal everything and save my child.”

The Crystal Stele kept flickering, and finally, some blurry images appeared on the stele. A two-three months old baby was crying loudly. Something had bitten off the baby’s thigh, the wound jagged and bloody.

A pair of rough hands tightly held the baby’s wound, praying tearfully for a miracle to happen.

The image displayed on the stele was from the perspective of the owner of these hands. It was blurry because his eyes were filled with tears.

Buge was just an ordinary villager from a small village. He devoutly worshipped the Gods of Light, prayed earnestly, donated monthly, redeemed his original sin, and prayed for peace for his children and descendants.

Although he had never seen a miracle in his life, from childhood to adulthood, he firmly believed that the Gods of Light would protect him. As long as he was devout enough, the Light would protect his whole family.

Three months ago, his wife gave birth to a daughter, but she died from excessive bleeding during a difficult childbirth, leaving him and his daughter to depend on each other for survival.

The devout Buge did not blame the Gods of Light for not protecting his wife. He only blamed himself for not being devout enough. For his daughter’s health and happy growth, Buge served the gods even more devoutly.

How could he be more devout?

The priest told him that everyone was born with original sin. Because of sin, they were banished from Heaven and needed to redeem the sins on their bodies to return to Heaven.