Following the sound, I soon saw the thing that made the 'sound'. It was a big face embedded in the rock wall. This face was probably more than ten meters wide. The eyes were closed tightly, and the face was already partially It was petrified, and the mouth couldn't be seen. If there wasn't a 'voice' coming from above, it would be difficult to tell that it was a face.
"It's not a sound, it's the same message as a sapling, but because it's so strong, it feels like there's a sound," Negris said.
Hearing someone calling it, a small sapling emerged from Ange's shoulder. He looked around, his attention fell on that face, and he immediately waved the true leaves excitedly: hard-long-hard-long ——
The face didn't sense anyone coming in, nor did it hear Nigris' words, but it was extremely sensitive to the message sent by the sapling, and it opened its eyes tremblingly.
Maybe it was because my eyes had been closed for so long that some of them had stuck together, and when I opened them, my eyelids were torn straight down.
When its eyes fell on the sapling, it immediately sent out an excited message: "New divine tree!? New divine tree of all realms? Has it finally grown? Lord God..."
Then it saw the God of Life vaguely emerging from Ange's other shoulder, and the message was instantly confused: "Two? Two new sacred trees? Two masters... masters... masters..."
The God of Life looked at it in confusion for a while and said, "It seems to be the tree shepherd, the tree shepherd of my father's tree?"
"Tree Shepherd? Such a big Tree Shepherd? Oh my god, its face is so big. How big will it be when it is complete?" Negris said in shock.
Because there is no gravity in the void, all objects tend to become giant, not to mention giant beasts like the Snake of Doom and the Ancient Dragon of Origin. Even conches can grow as big as the plane.
Therefore, whether it is the Giant War Tree or the Void Chimera, they are much larger than their counterparts in the plane.
But this is also the main reason why they cannot leave the plane of chaos. They are too big and eat too much. The barren void cannot support these giant beasts.
The tree shepherd looked at the God of Life, then at the sapling, and said hesitantly: "I can feel the breath of the sacred tree in your bodies. Are you a descendant of the sacred tree? What about it?"
"It is my descendant." The God of Life said dotingly.
The little sapling waved its hands: harder—longer—harder—longer—
The tree shepherd said doubtfully: "You haven't withered yet, but you actually have descendants? This... uh, little tree god, please put away your praise of growth. I'm too hungry. I can't grow. I'm so hungry - —”
The little sapling sent out a confused message, put away its true leaves, and tilted its head.
Ange explained to it: "When it's hungry, water it and fertilize it."
The sapling sent out a sudden message, so it waved the real leaves towards Ange: water - water - fertilizer - fertilizer -
How could Ange refuse? He quickly took out bird excrement, grass, ash, worms, ash, and liquid, mixed it, and then threw it into the face of the tree herder with a squeak. He swung a few lumps, and then pulled out more than ten cubic meters of water from the dimensional space. , poured all over the face.
The shepherd's face was like a sponge. All the water poured on it was sucked clean by it, and only a few drops could drip to the ground.
Of course, the main reason is because there is no gravity here, and we don't know which side is the 'ground'.
After absorbing the water and fertilizer, the shepherd became energetic and said in surprise: "It's such a smooth fertilizer, with almost no extra ingredients. It can absorb everything. It's so magical."
Nigris almost raised his tail, put his hands on his hips and said, "Haha, of course, this is fertilizer prepared by the God of Planting himself."
"The God of Planting?" Perhaps due to the absorption of water and fertilizer, the tree shepherd's spirit seemed to be a little better. His eyes circled around everyone again, and finally fell on Ange.
"Thank you to the god of planting. I haven't absorbed such nutritious fertilizer for hundreds of thousands of years. I almost turned it all to petrification." The tree shepherd said.
Hundreds of thousands of years? Petrochemical? Everyone looked around at the surrounding rock walls and guessed: Could this be the petrified body of the tree shepherd?
Only the God of Life noticed another keyword: "Praise for growth? In addition to praise for life, is there also a praise for growth?"
The tree shepherd looked at the God of Life and said, "You seem to have lost a lot of inheritance. How old are you?"
"Ninety-one thousand years old," said the God of Life.
Nigris couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and remembered the joke about 'dying soon, only nine thousand years left to live'. Some of the lower dragons did not even live to be nine thousand years old. But the God of Life is about to die.
"So young, no wonder you have lost some of your inheritance. It has been half a million years since the Divine Tree of All Realms paid tribute to death, and I am almost petrified into silicon wood..." The tree herder sighed.
Its words made Nigris' feet slip. Forget it, next time it's better not to talk about the lifespan of these trees and bones.
"Praise of Death? What is this?" The God of Life became unusually depressed.
Ever since the sapling sown its clone in Iron Sand City, the God of Life had vaguely remembered the Praise of Life. Now that he heard the Praise of Growth and the Praise of Death, he was confused.
Its memory when it was a child (10,000 years ago) is completely blank, and its inheritance and the like are very vague. It can occasionally recall something, but more of its experience has been accumulated during its long life.
It has passed on these experiences to the sapling, so it occasionally wonders, when it was a child, did its parent plant pass on its experiences to it like it did?
However, the time does not match up. From the Divine Tree Continent, we can know that the Divine Tree of All Realms probably withered hundreds of thousands of years ago. Now this guess has been confirmed from the mouths of the tree shepherds. The Divine Tree of Ten Thousand Realms died within five years. One hundred thousand years ago.
"The Praise of Death is the secret of the Divine Tree of All Realms. I don't know what it is. You need to explore it yourself. You are the new Divine Tree." The tree shepherd said slowly.
The conversation between the two trees was so uncomfortable. It was so slow that Anthony couldn't bear it any longer. He interjected and asked, "Um, did the sacred tree of all worlds wither after the Death Praise."
The priest said: "Yes, after the death salute, the sacred tree withered."
Anthony murmured and stepped back: "I know, you let the God of Life die."
The brain circuits of these plants are really speechless. They will die after paying tribute to death, and if they are allowed to be explored by the God of Life, isn’t that just letting them die?
"The praise of death is not death, but...forget it, I don't understand it either. Thank you for the fertilizer, God of Planting. I feel much better. I'm about to die..."
"Pfft..." Nigris laughed subconsciously. How come these guys are all the same? It's like 'dying' at every turn, and there's no logic. The first sentence is 'feeling better', and the next sentence is about to die. How can you 'feel better' when you're about to die?
However, following the shepherd's words, it slowly closed its eyes, and the breath of life quickly disappeared from it.
"Ah? He's really dead? Hey, hey, are you making a mistake? Don't die. How can I save you?" Nigris panicked a little.
I have never seen such a decisive tree man. He thought that like the god of life, he would have to wait at least thousands of years to die. Why did he die just after he finished speaking?
"This..." Nigris' words could not bring back the life of the tree shepherd, and his breath had completely disappeared. He was at a loss when he suddenly felt someone pulling him from behind.
Looking back, I saw Anthony winking at it. Nigris looked over and saw that Ange had no expression on his face, and the God of Life was also confused and didn't seem to care much.
The God of Life had previously accepted the inheritance from the Divine Tree of All Realms, but he had not digested many things and had been feeling groggy.
Only the young saplings were waving their true leaves enthusiastically: "Strengthen - grow -"
This doesn't look like he's about to die. He would be beaten by his family if he looked like this at the funeral.
At this moment, Nigris felt something and turned his head again, only to see a green bud suddenly grow on the shepherd's face, and then it grew rapidly and soon formed a bud.
The flower buds only exposed a little and then withered, not even bothering to bloom. After all, the flower buds bloom for pollination, and the fruit is not set in the flower, but on the flower stem.
After the flower buds wither and fall, the flower stem expands rapidly, and soon swells into a large fruit with a diameter of five to six meters, and then falls.
The fruit split open, and a tree herder who was ten meters tall climbed up. The whole process only took less than three minutes.
"This... So this is how you died?" Nigris didn't know what to say.
The tree shepherd said slowly: "Rotten trees will give birth to beautiful fungi. Death is the continuation of new life. I am reborn. Thank you, God of planting. Your water and fertilizer have allowed me to accumulate the energy for rebirth. Xiao Xiao The tree god’s praise of growth brought me back to life.”
Nigris couldn't complain anymore. It had a completely different understanding of life and death than these plants, so he couldn't talk about this topic.
The tree shepherd walked over slowly, bent slightly, stretched out his arms, and stretched his fingers like seedlings in front of the sapling. A green leaf grew out: "The Lord God, the tree shepherd elf Trinute is here to you. The heart of the plant that gives it.”
The little sapling looked at Ange with a blank expression.
The God of Life on the other side said: "Take it, it is dedicating everything to you and seeking your protection. It is the growth of Miao Miao that gives it a new life."
Ange took the green leaves, checked them, and found nothing wrong with them, so he inserted them into the branches of the saplings.
Yeah - yeah - the little sapling was a little unaccustomed to it, and kept turning its head to look at the green leaves.
Seeing that the sapling had accepted its green leaves, Trinute returned to the original place, dug up the rock on the ground, and pierced the rock with his hand. Countless roots immediately branched out and penetrated into the rock. Twist, the rock immediately shattered, almost even easier than the Earth Hammer.
Nigris was horrified by what he saw, "Zobada, is this still a tree herder?" The reborn Trinute is only ten meters tall, not as big as its withered face. If it were the original Tree Shepherd, wouldn't it be possible to tear apart planes with bare hands? Is this still a tree shepherd?
At this moment, a voice came from far outside the cave: "There is a vibration, and the invaders are destroying the holy place. What should Her Majesty do? Do we want to go in?"
A majestic female voice responded: "Go in, be careful of that rotting and wailing tree monster."
Rotting and wailing tree monster? Upon hearing this title, everyone looked at Trinute in unison.
Trinute exuded an angry aura: "Tree God, please allow me to hang these stupid elves. When I said I was hungry, they thought I was wailing. I was petrified. They thought I was rotting. Damn idiots." …”
Thank you for the reward of chewing melon seeds.
(End of chapter)
