Chapter 2064 - 1625: If There Isn’t Any, Just Chop It Down

Chapter 2064: Chapter 1625: If There Isn’t Any, Just Chop It Down

Ursman picked up Shadow Suspension just from the single word "float." But when he tried teaching it to everyone else, only Anthony and Tyrone managed to learn it; Negris and the others just couldn’t.

It was like mastering every painting technique, yet most people still can’t become painters. There are too many subtleties involved; even if someone understands the principles, if they don’t have the knack, they just can’t pull it off.

"Fine, it’s not like I enjoy fighting anyway. You guys can handle the brawling." Negris accepted his fate and said.

This hollow region was incredibly vast—after all, it could fit dozens of God Stars. Converted into distance, it was probably over a dozen segments; if light had to travel it, it would likely take several years.

But Star Descendants had a built‑in advantage: Star Shifting. And they had an even bigger advantage—anyone could casually switch back into Ghost Stacks form, and if Ange gave them a good hurl, he could throw them a distance many times farther than Star Shifting.

Then everyone would initiate Soul Contact with that person and use them as a coordinate to Soul Shift over, instantly crossing a distance far greater than what Star Shifting alone could cover.

Before long, they arrived at Morania’s location and, from afar, saw a gigantic rock‑shell sphere.

Even though Morania was already a very small God Star, it was still more than six times larger than the Little Fireman Divine Star—a massive orb at a glance.

On the rock shell, a Tree of Ten Thousand Realms was sprawled flat on the ground, clinging to the God Star’s surface like an octopus, covering more than half the sphere.

"The Divine Tree isn’t growing upward; it’s lying flat and growing along the ground. Looks like it’s maintained this form for a long time." Ursman said.

"Why do you say that?" Negris couldn’t see what growing flat on the ground had to do with "maintaining a form for a long time." These Divine Trees could grow however they liked.

Back then, the God of Life had even disguised itself as a forest—seemingly a species‑rich primeval woodland, but it was entirely made of its own branches.

"Because the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms needs energy to grow. Lying on the rock shell lets it absorb energy better." Ursman said.

"No, the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms needs Life Force to grow, not energy. As long as there are living things growing around it, it has the energy to sustain itself; it doesn’t need to cling to the crust." Negris refuted.

"It only needs Life Force? It doesn’t need any other energy beyond Life Force? Like increment energy?" Ursman asked.

Negris nodded. "It only needs Life Force. It can make use of other energies too, but they don’t affect its growth and development."

"Oh, then the biggest possibility is that lying like this helps it absorb Life Force." Ursman guessed.

When they got close enough, the scene before them indeed confirmed Ursman’s speculation.

They saw countless enormous cities dotted along the trunk of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, with innumerable Life Species living on it in bustling vitality.

"I get it. The rock shell is too hot, so life reproduces and lives on the tree. It’s treating itself as an insulation layer." Negris said.

Then they quickly noticed something else: there was still life on the rock shell. They were riding on huge Tree People and Rock Turtles, constantly roaming across the shell’s surface, digging here and there, mostly along fractures in the rock shell, extracting lumps of Star Flame and collecting them.

"Hunting trips? Treating Star Flames as prey? What an interesting ecology." Tyrone, for once, cut in.

"Not hunting trips—more like Dwarf Mineral Prospectors, wandering around searching for veins." Anthony said.

There were quite a few Mineral Prospectors roving on the crust like this. Their mounts—or rather, their mobile towns—were those giant Tree People and Rock Turtles.

The Tree People’s bodies were covered with wooden houses, housing several thousand residents, equivalent to a large town, while the Rock Turtles carried even more on their backs—tens of thousands, practically a city.

This interesting ecology prompted everyone to project their Star Descendant avatars and descend onto the God Star’s surface to observe.

On one Rock Turtle, a castle had been built on the highest point, with other buildings cascading down around it in tiers. The lower the tier, the cruder the structures became. By the time you reached the "hemline" edge, it was a whole shantytown—makeshift buildings slapped together from unplaned planks and bark.

Some humanoid beings were roughhousing between the buildings. When they saw Ange and the others land, some shrank back behind their companions in fear, while others happily greeted them.

It was a language they hadn’t heard before. Negris chatted with them for a bit and quickly picked it up.

"Here, what place? Name, what?" Negris asked.

"Yalisuo, this is Yalisuo." said one of the friendliest of the Mors.

Negris named this humanoid race Mors because they lived on Morania’s body.

"Is Yalisuo this one, or this one?" Negris first pointed at the Rock Turtle, then at the Rock Shell Divine Star beneath their feet.

The Mor pointed at the Rock Turtle. "Yalisuo." Then he pointed toward the ground. "Mor, Mor!"

As the Mor spoke, Ange suddenly tilted his head, looking toward the depths of the God Star. A Thought was moving over from there, brushed lightly past Ange and the others, noticed they were Star Descendants, then retreated.

The sweep was so light that even Negris didn’t sense it; he only asked, puzzled, "Was something just now watching us?"

"Mor, it’s Mor. Call him, he protects us." the Mor said.

Truly a harmonious symbiotic relationship—Morania would actually respond to the call of the most Ordinary of Mors. Nothing like Ange, who was that lazy.

They got a lot of information from the Mors. Negris took out one watt of increment energy and handed it to the Mor, startling him so much he practically jumped. "No, no, too much, thank you."

"Too much? Then half? A quarter? One‑eighth? Forget cutting it—just take it." Negris shoved an eighth of a watt of increment energy into the Mor’s hands, then turned to the others with a puzzled look. "Is that a lot?"

It wasn’t much for Star Descendants, but Negris had forgotten that these Mors weren’t Star Descendants. On a Plane, even Gods might not be a match for them, let alone these Mors. This was basically like stuffing a god’s currency into the hands of a regular person.

"Forget it, let’s go. There’s too much life here. We’re not killing this one." Negris said.

The others naturally turned and left. Only Dalasso hesitated for a moment, instinctively looking at Ange, then at Anthony.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, Anthony turned back to look at him and then gave him a very meaningful smile.

Dalasso hurried to catch up, came up beside Anthony, and quietly asked, "Lord Anthony, you actually aren’t..."

Anthony calmly asked, "Aren’t what?"

"Aren’t... aren’t... what are you?" Dalasso took a deep breath and responded with a question instead.

"You know too little about Ghost Tourers. Whatever I say we are, that’s what we are." Anthony said.

Dalasso let out a breath. "Got it."

Then he changed the subject. "That one up ahead isn’t that big either. Let’s see if there’s life there. If not, we chop it down."