What Awuli manifested was a very beautiful unicorn with a slender body, white body, and flowing hair. However, as soon as it opened its mouth, its naive tone completely destroyed its image.
The God of Life lifted himself up from Ange's shoulders and said slowly: "This is not your space, this is the space of the father's plant."
"ah?"
Anthony immediately stood up and said with a smile: "Your Excellency Awuli, from a legal perspective, the direct descendants have priority in inheritance. The God of Life is the direct descendant of the Tree God, and the sapling is the direct descendant of the God of Life. They all Enjoy the priority inheritance rights of the parent strain.”
"You are the guardian spirit of the space. Legally speaking, you are property and have no inheritance rights. Therefore, the consciousness space does not belong to you. You belong to the God of Life."
When it comes to debating scriptures and reasoning, how can it outshine an old charlatan like Anthony? He froze in place, somewhat at a loss.
Ange didn't care about it, and was going to stuff everyone into the space, and then find a place with thick fog to swallow them up.
Seeing that they were about to leave, Awuli became anxious and quickly stopped in front of them and said, "You can't leave. Give me your space, or I'll beat you up."
Anthony immediately laughed, rolled up his sleeves, and a colorful figure floated on his body, saying majestically: "Really? Do you really want to beat us? You are now embodied, you can't recover, or you will be beaten to death never mind."
"Ouch!" the little angel shouted excitedly, rolling up his sleeves, and a colorful giant angel floated on his body.
The little zombie also made a gesture of rolling up its sleeves. It usually wears soul weapons and has no sleeves.
Awuli's horn was itching, brewing the lightning of consciousness, but it didn't dare to release it because it found that although Ange didn't roll up his sleeves, his eyes were always locked on it.
In the conscious space, it had already been shadowed by Ange. He struggled for a while and did not dare to take action.
And it discovered that it had been deceived? After it manifests, it no longer has the characteristic that the conscious body is indestructible no matter how hard it is hit. Could it be that the other party agreed to help it manifest in order to steal its consciousness space?
She was timid, but Awuli was unwilling to have her space taken away, and said angrily: "You are unreasonable, that is my space, I am the guardian spirit of the consciousness space, and the space is mine."
An amiable smile appeared on Anthony's face, and he took out a thick book with his backhand: "Be reasonable? Of course we can be reasonable. According to Article 1127 of the Civil Code, the first legal heir is: spouse , children, parents, did you see that you are the guardian spirit and are not in the first place?"
Anthony's fingers poked the pages of the book so hard that Awuli couldn't help but poked her head over to look.
Anthony asked: "Did you see that? Are we being reasonable?"
Awuli shook her head: "I don't know your words and can't understand them. Anyway, you just don't make sense. This is just your reason. I don't make sense of yours."
"Is that talking about force?" Anthony started rolling up his sleeves again.
Awuli's face was twisted into a knot. She couldn't beat her again and again, and she couldn't talk to her. She simply acted shamelessly and stopped her from leaving.
I have to say that this is the most correct method. Although it is a bit silly, it is because of this that everyone is embarrassed to kill it. In the end, there is no other way. Ange grabbed its corners and stuffed it into the space. Anyway, It's also considered wealth, let's just grab it together.
…
In this way, more than ten days passed. In the dimensional space, Awuli, who was already familiar with the environment here, was walking around. When she saw the lack of grass by the lake, she stepped on her hoof and made a patch of colorful grass.
After it runs away, the grass formed by the light disintegrates, and the lakeside returns to its original barren appearance. After a while, some grass will grow tenaciously.
If it can survive the harsh environment, the grass will thrive. If it cannot survive, it will turn into organic matter, which is equivalent to spreading a piece of vitality.
In this way, Awuli was having fun and never mentioned the consciousness space again. This place was much more interesting than a space full of consciousness bodies. Of course, the fundamental reason was that it could not compete with Anthony in terms of reasoning and force. Can't speak to Ange.
After these days of observation, Anthony finally determined one thing: "It may really be the guardian spirit of the consciousness space, and it can indeed create 'consciousness'."
"It doesn't count as creating consciousness, it should be sowing the seeds of consciousness. As for whether it can grow, it seems that it can't be controlled." Negris said.
"Sir, you can, as long as you show it on the spot." Anthony said.
However, Ange was not interested at all in the little flowers and grass that embodied Awuli. Instead, he pointed there with a unicorn.
At this moment, Ange was no longer a solitary hand bone, but a colorful consciousness. It was obviously from Awuli that he learned the ability to reversely display consciousness without eating the fruit of consciousness.
The conscious body waved the entity's horn, and large tracts of gravel were spread out, several times faster than before.
With the help of the continuous mist of chaos and the gain of the horn, Ange finally filled the entire space, with a total diameter of more than a thousand kilometers, showing an irregular oval shape.
Ange divided the space into two parts. The first part is the most primitive area, where many houses were built, and the Angese people basically crammed into this area.
The second part is the newly built desert, with a diameter of more than 900 kilometers. It is separated from the first part by a ditch of more than ten kilometers. Unless you can fly, you cannot get from the farm to the desert.
The periphery of these two parts is the edge of space, a void, just like the Palace of Rest back then.
Nigris couldn't help complaining: "Think of it as a storage space. It's bigger than any other space. It can't even compare to the Palace of Rest. But Ange, you are planning to build a new world. This is too small." Well, you might as well just find a random plane to play in."
Ange is simply building a new world from scratch. What's the point? Even the Shenmu Continent has a diameter of more than 500 kilometers. Why do you have to work so hard here? Wouldn't it be enough to find a plane outside the plane of chaos?
Ange shook his head, came to the edge of the space, and inserted the void rhythm tablet of the consciousness space into the ground.
The entire space immediately began to tremble slightly, and it returned to calm after dozens of seconds. It seemed that something had changed, but it looked like nothing had changed.
"What did you do? Did you stack the consciousness space here? Multiple stacks? Are you not afraid that the space will be unbalanced and collapse?" It took Nigris a while to figure out what happened.
Ange shook his head, a ring of scales appeared on his back and said: "Don't be afraid, just measure it."
"Pfft--" Nigris was speechless. Can the ring of scales be used as a measuring instrument for spatial balance?
At this moment, Anthony's expression suddenly changed. He listened for a while and said urgently: "Sir, we'd better go back to the shelter. There's a mess there."
(End of chapter)
