Ange was distracted as he watched the porous and breathable rock layers being peeled away to reveal the green core of the sacred tree inside.
"Where are you looking? Where are you looking? What are you looking at?" Seeing Ange stay where he was, Nigris knew that his attention had wandered somewhere. He flew over angrily and dangled his claws in front of him.
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Blocking his sight, Ange pulled it aside and pointed at the peeling rock formation: "Bedrock."
In fact, Ange had already guessed it when he observed the luminous fern just now, but it was not as intuitive as the peeling rock layer now.
Nigris vomited blood, reached out and held Ange's head and turned towards the core of the sacred tree: "Let me see the core of the tree, the core of the tree! If you don't look at such a big tree, what are you looking at the bedrock? You are planting things now.
Isn’t there enough space?”
Ange reluctantly looked at the core of the tree, then turned to look at the sapling on his shoulder. The sapling sensed his gaze and quickly swung its leaves vigorously: full - full -
It seems that the sapling cannot digest it. All Ange needs to do is take out a seed and throw it on the ground, pour some water on it, and the seed will immediately grow wildly and grow into a tree shepherd.
The voice of the God of Life sounded vaguely from the tree shepherd: "Are you looking for me...I'm still sorting out those roots, what are you looking for me for? Hey...you found the node of the father's plant?"
The God of Life stayed in the bloody abyss to sort out the roots, so he did not follow him. When it projected over, he immediately discovered these sacred tree cores.
"Is this the main line?" Nigris asked quickly.
The God of Life stretched out his hand in embarrassment and plucked the leaves above his head. As he walked towards the core of the tree, he said: "How can I explain it to you? You have seen that all trees have a trunk, with roots below and a crown above.
,Right?"
"Yes." Nigris said blankly.
"Then have you ever thought about why we grow like this?" the God of Life asked. As he asked, he stretched out his arms to touch the core of the sacred tree. The branches extended over and climbed to the huge tree core.
Nigris frowned and thought about it. Of course he didn't think about it if he didn't ask. Now that the God of Life asked, he should think about it.
After thinking for a while, Negris said: "Because of gravity and sunlight, the larger the area of the tree crown, the more sunlight it can receive, so trees instinctively grow to higher places, in order to support the crown and grow as tall as possible."
Higher, the taller and thicker the trunk, the better, so it will grow like you."
The God of Life nodded: "Yes, there is no sunshine here, so the parent plant does not have to be like us. It can grow as long as it wants, so there is no concept of a trunk. This is just an area where its vitality is concentrated."
Negris understood, and immediately changed the question: "Is this the nodule where its vitality is most concentrated?"
The God of Life didn't respond. He just continued to extend his branches, and kept extending, and then 'bang'... something broke.
Everyone looked over in surprise. The God of Life scratched his head in rare embarrassment and said: "I can't control its power, so Ange should do it."
Ange tilted his head.
"Put your hand on me, first like this, then like that, and then the elements will change." The God of Life pointed.
Ange followed the instructions of the God of Life, put his hands on its shoulders, and divine power surged out.
The branches of the God of Life began to extend again, and Ange felt his body sink suddenly, as if the weight of the entire tree core was pressing down on him.
Ange straightened up suddenly, and a shadowy figure with his trousers rolled up, a bamboo hat and a raincoat draped around him appeared behind him - the God of Planting.
Ange just felt his body sinking, but from an outsider's perspective, he saw a shock wave exploded on Ange's body. The energy stirred up where he pressed his hand, directly smashing the shepherd and the branches into pieces.
, only an energy light belt is left connecting Ange and the core of the sacred tree.
The sacred tree core that was originally just emitting fluorescence slowly lit up, and the shadow behind Ange became more and more solid.
A large amount of information poured into Ange's mind, and countless images flashed quickly in his soul. All these information and images eventually converged into a huge ball of light suspended in the void, wrapping and supporting the light.
The 'tree' of the ball...
Ange came back to his senses in a daze, raised his head to look at the core of the sacred tree, and then turned to look around.
Nigris flew over cautiously, looking left and right. Seeing that Ange was indeed awake, he asked: "How are you? What happened? Why did you shake the old tree apart?"
Ange looked around and saw that there was indeed no trace of the Tree Shepherd, but it was scattered? So weak... But it was just a Tree Shepherd, maybe it couldn't withstand the impact of the force.
He took out another seed and threw it on the ground and watered it, and a tree shepherd grew again. He had 'picked up' these tree shepherd seeds from Dubinqi.
According to the God of Life, Dubinqi cultivated tree shepherds with no IQ, which could be used as clones. The God of Life himself could not cultivate such mentally retarded tree men, so when clones were needed, they could only use them as clones.
There is one temporarily growing on the World Tree. If there is no World Tree nearby, you can only be blinded.
The tree shepherd grew rapidly, and Nigris asked again: "What's going on with the God of Planting? How did you manifest it?"
God of planting? Ange tilted his head.
Negris pointed hard behind him, and Ange turned around, and sure enough he saw the God of Planting wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat.
Compared with the previous phantom, the current God of Planting is as lifelike as a real giant.
This is not the first time that Ange has manifested his godhood. He has often manifested two immortal gods. However, the immortal gods are in an undead state, and no matter how real they are, they are just two phantoms floating around.
The God of Planting is completely different. He is as solid as a substance, and there is no way to tell that this is the manifestation of his Godhead.
As Ange thought, the God of Planting immediately turned into a cloud of smoke and threw it into Ange's body. He closed his eyes and felt it. When he opened his eyes, the shadow of the God of Planting appeared behind him again and gradually solidified.
Anthony sighed: "The temperament of this godhead is similar to that of Spring Breeze, but the dress is very similar to that of the lord of the farm. If the farm lord is the incarnation of His Majesty, then this godhead combines the temperament and dress of Spring Breeze and His Majesty."
"Well, in Ange's mind, they are the only two who are qualified to be the god of planting. Ange was unable to realize the god of planting before. What did he do to the core of the sacred tree?" Negris murmured in confusion.
arrive.
Ange didn't know how to explain it. He thought distressedly for a while and then said: "I saw the sacred tree, alive, surrounded by a ball of light... a seal?"
Nigris and Antony looked at each other, not understanding.
Ange scratched his head and said: "Go back and revive it."
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