Chapter 1441: Chapter 102 Are You Dying Soon?

Below the airship, after Ange landed, he snapped off one of his fingers and held it in front of the Little Sapling.

Ange’s constructed body had ten fingers, each with their first segment made from the World Tree, which provided the main advantages of greater flexibility and sensitivity. The fingers could gauge the strength of their grip to avoid crushing things.

In contrast, the same model plantation constructs of the Friel Empire lacked such fingers and were without Black Crystal, so despite being nominally the same model, the practicality was far inferior. They were often used as movers and were unable to work independently.

Such was the advantage brought by the World Tree. Ange had already pulled off three or four fingers and would end up using all ten if this continued.

Of course, it didn’t matter if he used them up; one could just whittle a few from a newly grown World Tree. Ange had brought a whole bunch of World Tree branches as spares.

The reason for using his fingers was because they were part of the old stump, made from the World Tree of this world. Of course, he didn’t have anything else to use, unless he was willing to plant the Little Sapling.

Although he was reluctant to plant the Little Sapling, establishing a bit of connection was still possible. The Little Sapling extended a True Leaf, gently touching it to the finger.

The finger immediately sprouted a bud, then rapidly branched and grew, becoming a sapling a few centimeters tall within moments.

Ange dug a hole and planted the sapling into the ground, then stomped firmly to make an impression.

The Little Sapling excitedly waved its True Leaves, emitting an intense message: Grow forcefully — Grow — Grow forcefully — Grow —

The surrounding crops grew frantically, surging with infinite Life Force.

It was Life Force that served as the nutrient for the growth of the World Tree. The Instant Death Halo that Ange stomped down accelerated the plants’ growth, and the Life Force from the plants’ growth, in turn, spurred the growth of the World Tree. As the World Tree matured, it improved the environment, protecting the growth of the plants – an absolutely perfect match.

However, the range of the Instant Death Halo was ultimately limited. This vast plain stretching as far as the eye could see was far beyond the coverage of a single Instant Death Halo, but that was not a problem. The Little Sapling vigorously shook: Grow forcefully — Grow forcefully — Grow forcefully — Grow —

When the Little Sapling changed its rhythm, the plants around it began to sway to the Little Sapling’s rhythm. From the sky, it looked like ripples spreading outwards in all directions, making a rustling sound — the whispers of the forest.

The signal to grow spread throughout the plain through the whispers of the forest, and all plants began to grow rapidly. The toxic sun in the sky seemed less frightening; as long as you grow quickly, the damage cannot keep up with you.

Rice that had entered the grain-filling stage rapidly plumped up, turning golden yellow and bending the stalks.

Negris fluttered down with some emotion: “It works like this? No need for Element Conversion?”

A major disaster that could have wiped out all life across all planes was simply and lightly resolved by Ange, who even had more than one method to do so. Impressive.

Just then, the Little Sapling abruptly stopped, shouting with force: “Ya — Ya –”

Ange paused, puzzled for a moment, then quickly walked over to the World Tree.

The newly planted World Tree was not growing tall; it still looked like a sapling only a few centimeters high. Ange had habitually controlled it to grow in a concealed form.

No matter whether in the Forest of Foehn Wind or the Divine Hammer Plane, it could easily blend into the surrounding environment, making it utterly undetectable to others.

So, no matter how unimpressive this Little Tree appeared, its roots had already extended over a large area and even deep into the ground, reaching dozens of kilometers down.

The Little Sapling was trying to tell him that there was something beneath the ground.

What was it? Ange stepped on the sapling, and the inconspicuous sapling immediately began to grow, wrapping itself around Ange.

“What are you doing? Where are you going?” Negris quickly jumped onto Ange’s back, holding him tightly.

The sapling rolled them up together, then slowly retreated into the ground, leaving only the unassuming Little Sapling on the surface.

Negris felt as if he was traveling through wooden fibers, surrounded by the texture of wood, not knowing how much time had passed. Suddenly, the space in front of him cleared, and they found themselves in an enclosed space.

This space was vast, but most of it was occupied by a huge rhizome. Sensing their arrival, a very weak notion emerged from the rhizome, slowly asking, “Who… are you?”

Negris gasped, immediately realizing what it was: “World Tree!”

“World Tree? Such an ancient title. You may also call me, Lord of Life…” the consciousness said languidly. However, its languor was different from that of the God of Life, carrying a sense of exhaustion like a lamp running out of oil.

“What’s happened to you?” Negris asked.

“I’m dying. Who are you…” the Lord of Life said leisurely.

“Uh, you’re dying too? It’s not another case of over 9,000 years to go, is it?” Negris said subconsciously, now having a psychological shadow over the phrase ‘I’m dying.’

The Lord of Life slowly said, “I am 100,005 years old. I am already dead, but it seems there is new life sprouting, and I woke up to have a look. However, I may not hold on much longer. I am glad to meet you…”

One hundred thousand years old? A thought stirred in Negris’s heart. Could this World Tree be referring to the new life sprouting in the Forest of Foehn Wind? Could it be because Ange catalyzed a new World Tree that it has received its dying flicker of life?

The Little Sapling suddenly waved its True Leaves, sending an enthusiastic message to the rhizome: Grow strong–Grow–Grow strong–Grow–

“Hmm…?” The World Tree seemed truly on its last legs, and it wasn’t until this moment that it seemed to notice Little Sapling’s presence: “Void… Void Tree? Ah? No, Tree of Ten Thousand Realms? Are you the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms?”

Ya–Ya–Little Sapling sent out an enthusiastic message.

The rhizome trembled involuntarily, and the roots, which had been almost one with the soil, began to move, quickly twisting into a tall Tree Person in front of Ange.

The Tree Person bent at the waist, raising its right hand over its head, and said leisurely, “I pay my respects to the Lord of all Life Trees in All Worlds. May the God of Tree bless All Worlds.”

The Little Sapling waved its True Leaves, sending out the enthusiastic message: Grow strong–Grow–Grow strong–Grow–

Slightly faster than leisurely, the Tree Person said, “I thank the God of Trees for the blessing, my life is your extension…”

“What’s going on? You don’t need to die now,” Negris said, a bit bewildered. What’s happening? Did the Little Sapling manage to revive a World Tree with a life span of one hundred thousand years?

The Tree Person said leisurely, “No, the cycle of life cannot be altered by the God of Trees, but the blessing of the God of Trees can ensure the continuation of my species. I am grateful for the protection of the God of Trees…”

As the Tree Person spoke, its voice grew weaker, but the raised right hand slowly sprouted new buds, which rapidly grew, branched, leafed, bloomed, and finally bore a fist-sized, lush green fruit.

Ange picked the fruit, and the hand of the Tree Person, its trunk, roots, and even the rhizome, all wilted at a visible rate. The World Tree, which had lived for one hundred thousand years, finally died at this moment, leaving behind only one fruit.