Chapter 305: Chapter 197: Cultivating a God, New Godly Body_1
The Plantman sprouted, wilted, then died. Ange tried to revive it with Insect Ash Liquid and Essence Bug Ash Liquid, but to no avail.
“What’s going on? It wouldn’t be a problem if it didn’t sprout, but dying just after sprouting? Let’s ask Anthony.” Negris said.
Two seeds of the Plantman, one planted in the divine soil of the Resting Camp, the other here. The one at Resting Camp didn’t germinate, no signs of life at all.
The one in front of him would be better off not sprouting at all, since it died as soon as it sprouted, faster than a heart attack. Ange was notified and rushed out from the temple, but within a few minutes, the sprout was dead. This was highly unusual.
This thing came from the Church of Light, might as well ask Anthony.
In the Consciousness Space, Ange called out to Anthony, dragging his consciousness in.
“Plantman? You’re not referring to the God Seed Project, are you?” Anthony asked uncertainly after listening to the description provided by Negris.
Negris breathed in sharply: “God Seed Project? Such a domineering name? What’s going on?” Rêađ latest cha/p/ters on no/v/e/l(b)in(.)c/o/m
“Well, you’ve come to the right person. I suspect no one in the Church has any knowledge of the details, not even the Pope, because I burned the records.” Anthony said smugly.
“During the era where Gods and Kings were still present, a Pope in the Church had a sudden thought: Can we spawn a Divine Spirit just like the Tree of Life?” Anthony started his narration.
“Of course not. The lifespan of an Elf is at most 1,300 years. They were already four to five hundred years old when they were captured. More than a thousand years have passed since then, so they’re long dead. I was constantly reincarnating at that time, and I didn’t pay much attention to them. I vaguely heard that they were planting some Plantman in some restricted area, so when you mentioned the Plantman, I thought of them.”
At this point, Anthony couldn’t help but ask: “How do you know about these things? I doubt even the Church nowadays would remember. I burned those records thoroughly.”
Negris recounted how he had acquired two seeds by paying ten silver coins and a gold coin, how his party had heard about the divine soil and had come up to plant, and how one seed had ended up dead.
Upon hearing this, Anthony grew furious: “What!? You went to the Holy Kingdom for fun and didn’t tell me? Do you have no conscience? I wanted to go up there for a long time but couldn’t fly, and now that you can, you don’t even tell me? You just wait for it!”
Vehemently severing the Soul Contact, Anthony disappeared. Not long after, Ange indicated a motion with a change in his expression: “Anthony is here, we should welcome him.”
“How are we going to greet him? There’s no Resting Wind now, and even if there is, it might not break the barrier. Do you want us to pick him up first, and then come down when the Resting Wind comes? How dare he?” Negris grumbled abrasively.
Ange cocked his head as if he was listening to something, then said: “He said, the Stairway to Heaven, it can be used to pick him up.”
“Pick someone up? The Stairway to Heaven can do that? I thought spirits were able to fly along the stairway on their own.” Negris was taken aback by this information.
Upon activating the Stairway to Heaven, and after some fiddling, a figure appeared at the end of the stairs. He stepped out of the beam of light trembling, surprised all over, he looked far into the distance with an astonishing expression on his face.
“Sigh...” Negris let out a long sigh: “He has been pretending for too long. Due to the long-term influence, he probably has developed the mentality of a devout believer deep inside. It’s quite normal for him to lose composure when he steps into the legendary Heaven.”
Before he finished, he heard Anthony cursing out loud: “Damn it, why is this place so ugly? Is this really the Holy Kingdom?”