Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1020

Chapter 1020: Chapter 589: Soaking for a Few Hundred Years in Liquid of Rest Chapter 1020: Chapter 589: Soaking for a Few Hundred Years in Liquid of Rest Multi-dimensional Stacking Technology, Ange had seen it inside the Temple of Rest, and only there.

The Undead Temple on the Resting Plains could also be driven by Undead Godhood, but it didn’t use Multi-dimensional Stacking. Perhaps it wasn’t necessary; after all, the plains were vast.

But underground was different. The Eye of Rest might just be a deep pit two thousand kilometers into the ground, and yet the height of this underground space reached two thousand kilometers. Without Dimensional Stacking, this underground space would have definitely pierced through the surface.

The underground space was over two thousand meters tall, but its length and width stretched out beyond sight, no one knew how many dimensions were stacked to make it as expansive as an underground world.

At the end of the field of vision stood a ‘mountain,’ or perhaps it was just a protrusion of rock–whatever it was, it was the highest point in the entire space, and Ange spotted a Purple Gold Skeleton seated atop.

But it was just a skeleton, without a soul, empty as the wilderness.

“So, Giant Hand Baru’s bones have been placed here by Your Majesty,” said the undead who had drowned and whom they had rescued earlier.

“This is Giant Hand Baru? May I ask your name? I am Anthony from the Undead Temple,” Anthony hurried over to greet and gather information.

“Oh, hello, hello, thank you for saving me just now. I am Kluman, a Water Mage Tutor, and I’m pleased to meet you.”

“Water Mage Tutor? Weren’t you drowned?” Anthony was shocked. How could a Water Mage Tutor drown? Was this a joke?

Kluman said with a bitter smile, “It’s because I drowned that I had a strong obsession with water, and as I practiced, I became a Magic Tutor. I was just a farmer who knew nothing about magic.”

“Oh, I see. So you became a Water Mage Tutor after you passed away? That’s quite impressive,” Anthony exclaimed in surprise.

If someone who knew nothing about magic could become a Magic Tutor after death, that was an incredible achievement. Undead creatures only have an advantage when practicing Necromantic Magic, which is why there are so many Arcane Magicians in the undead realm.

However, due to the limitations of Necromantic Magic, there is no Truth Mage within the undead realm. What is the truth of Necromantic Magic? To control all souls? That’s the task of an Undead King. Do you want to take the Monarch’s job? That’s courting death.

Or rather, within the realm of the undead, there is only one truth–the Undead King.

As for other schools of magic, unless one is already a magician of that school in life, it would be very difficult to start from scratch and become an Arcane Magician after death; usually, reaching Great Magician is already the limit.

The main reason for this is that the deceased feel no pressure.

With ample time, an undead could learn any school of magic; take the Great Sage, for example, he learned all schools to a considerable level, but did not achieve arcane status in any of them.

Another example is Durken, who also learned all schools of magic, but only the Earth school and alchemy, which he knew in life, reached beyond ‘mediocre’ levels–the rest remained average.

Then there is Auburnli, who knew all schools and even reached arcane theory levels in many, but the only arcane magic she could cast were in the undead school.

Why is it that most Undead creatures, when learning other schools of magic, find themselves stuck at the level of a Great Magician, unable to comprehend the true arcana?

No pressure.

Out of interest, everyone can study other schools of magic, but to master its arcane essence, one needs a vast amount of insight, grueling effort, acquired experience, and dedicated practice. It’s not something that can be persevered through mere interest. Such devoted souls are rare, to say at least, one in a thousand.

In the population of the Undead Empire, such individuals are at most three to five.

Kluman was not a particularly gifted mage, but his obsession was incredibly strong–having drowned, he tenaciously focused on Water Magic until he eventually became an Arcane Magician in the discipline.

“But after all the effort to become a Water Mage Tutor, I still fear water, and I’d still drown if I fell in. When I come into contact with water, my soul goes blank and I can’t think of a single incantation,” Kluman said with a wry smile.

Anthony expressed his sympathy, giving him a pat on the shoulder, “If it were someone else, I would suggest eternally fixing a magic array that repels Water Elements on their body. But since you’re a Water Mage, repelling Water Elements means you wouldn’t be able to cast spells. So, my suggestion is for you to wear some Wind Magic Jewelry. The moment you touch water, it activates and keeps you afloat. How’s that?”

Kluman’s eyes lit up as he slapped his thigh, “That’s a great idea! As long as I don’t drown, I won’t panic. But, Wind Magic Jewelry isn’t easy to come by; it’s quite popular. Given my unique needs, I would likely have to place a custom order, which will be hard to find.”

Anthony pulled out a card, “I know a professional merchant; there’s nothing he can’t get. Mention my name and you’ll get a 5% discount. By the way, you mentioned the Purple Gold Skeleton belongs to Giant Hand Baru–who is that? Never heard of him.”

While casually drumming up some business for silver coins, Anthony brought up the question on everyone’s mind.

Kluman took the card, nodding with understanding, “It’s normal you haven’t heard; the Monarch has had it sealed for many years. That fellow has a terribly violent temper, often attacking people without reason. One time, it killed some of the Monarch’s subjects, and the Monarch had it locked away.”

“Just locked away? But I can’t sense its soul. Has it been sealed for so long that it’s perished?” Anthony asked curiously.

“No, no, it’s just that the Monarch feared it would escape, so the soul and body were sealed separately. What remains here is merely the Purple Gold Skeleton,” Kluman explained.

While they were chatting, the people brought down by Gust had already begun searching the underground space, trying to find the magic array, or some device, that triggered the Resting Wind, as Anthony had mentioned.

Unfortunately, such a thing did not exist. If it did, it would be Ange himself; the Resting Wind was stirred by Ange himself. Even the defensive device against the Resting Wind that Anthony had speculated was built by the Monarch did not exist–Gust and his people found nothing.

However, Anthony had already found what he was looking for and whispered, “How about it? Shall we make a move?”

But he got no response; Ange had already been distracted by something else–his gaze fell upon some pillars occasionally poking out from the ground and asked suddenly, “That is, the Boundary Stele.”

Durken looked up, following Ange’s line of sight to find some Boundary Steles and immediately had a sudden realization, “So the Monarch used the Boundary Steles to perform Dimensional Stacking. I was wondering, without the corresponding Dimensional Spaces, it wouldn’t be possible to stack multiple dimensions.”

Those familiar with Ange couldn’t help but smile wryly.

As expected, Ange’s next question was, “Can I plant them?”

“No, you can’t! There’s plenty of land outside for you to plant; let’s finish up here and get back to planting,” Negris responded angrily.

Just then, two powerful soul-shrieking sounds came from afar. Those who heard them paled, “Such strong souls, stronger than the Witch and the Great Sage, almost as strong as you, Feiti.”

“Yes, and there are two of them. What could they be? Giant Spirits?”

“Right, with so much Liquid of Rest here, if I were to throw some corpses in and let them soak for a long time, like a few hundred years, could it breed some very powerful Undead creatures?” Negris suddenly thought of a question and asked through the Soul Network.