Chapter 45

After the Immortal Temple reopened, only a little over two hundred people frequently came to worship. As the enthusiasm waned, the number of soul flames offered also decreased, sometimes only a few in three to five days.

Only those who were particularly devout, like Oak, would offer one or two soul flames each time they came. Later, under Negris' suggestion, Anger gave him three pounds of food daily, allowing him to spend half a day working in the temple, guiding the believers.

In essence, Negris was being charitable, using a few pounds of food to solve the living needs of a fanatic, but the benefits were substantial. Every day, Oak would offer at least five soul flames, and his contributions were equivalent to those of ten ordinary believers.

Moreover, the believers he guided would find it easier to offer soul flames.

However, regardless of the efforts, the temple's income continued to decline, ranging from a hundred to just a few dozen. But Anger did not mind; he only needed to transfer the food out, and one soul flame could transfer five bags of food. The daily harvest was more than he could use, and he had to transfer the excess into the leather bracelet.

It wasn't until Lisa arrived in Ice City that the number of soul flames gradually increased, but it never reached three hundred.

In other words, the soul flames Anger had accumulated over three to four months were not as numerous as the surge today. Tens of thousands of soul flames rushed in, filling the leather bracelet until it burst, one after another, with the last rune glowing.

After all the runes glowed, the leather bracelet melted and seeped into Anger's bones, fusing with his hand bone.

Both Lisa and Phyllin noticed this and were surprised that Anger's bracelet had melted. This was a symbol of a Watcher's identity. Could it be that Lord Anger... had upgraded?

They did not know and did not dare to ask, quietly shifting their gaze away.

Anger stared at his hand, feeling strange after the bracelet fused with his hand bone. It was as if his hand could reach into the Palace of Rest at any time.

Previously, he needed to focus his mind to enter the Palace of Rest, concentrate on an object, and then transfer it out. He could transfer things in and out, but he could not move them within the Palace.

Now, he could reach into the Palace at will and move things inside, which was very magical.

Thinking about it, Anger moved his hand to the tower where the bronze dragon was sealed and picked up the Bronze Book lying on the podium.

With a snap, something broke.

The little bronze dragon, which was being playfully surrounded by a group of children, suddenly fell to the ground.

Anger forcefully pulled out the Bronze Book.

Negris projected onto Anger's body, looking at the Bronze Book in Anger's hand with disbelief, muttering, "This... this is the book that sealed me, how can it be so small?"

The Bronze Book lay closed in Anger's hand, only as big as a palm. Even when opened, it was no more than two palms, far from the towering structure Negris had imagined.

"How did you take it out? Isn't it sealed?" Negris asked, puzzled.

The Bronze Book sealed Negris, and the tower sealed the Bronze Book. Anger could transfer many things out, but not the Bronze Book.

Originally, there was no clue on how to proceed, but who would have thought Anger would suddenly pull it out, leaving everyone at a loss.

"Like this." Anger lowered his hand, and the hand bone up to his elbow, including the Bronze Book and Negris' projection, disappeared.

Negris re-projected into Anger's soul, but before he could speak, Anger pulled his hand out again, and the arm, including the Bronze Book, reappeared, but Negris' projection disappeared once more.

Re-projecting again, Negris said urgently, "Stop, stop, stop! Every time you put me in or take me out, I fall. If you keep doing this, I'll keep falling. This is my true form; show some respect."

"Okay." Anger responded.

"That's not right. Doesn't it consume soul energy to take things in and out? How can it be so easy?" Negris asked, puzzled.

Anger thought for a moment and reached in.

"Ouch..."

Taking his hand out...

"Ouch, stop, stop!"

Anger tilted his head. "It seems there is some consumption."

"You don't have to use me for experiments. Can't you use a few bags of food?" Negris roared.

Using a few bags of food for experiments still consumed soul energy, and it was more than the Bronze Book. It could only be said that the Bronze Book was too light.

This result made Negris somewhat disappointed. "If it didn't consume soul energy, this would truly be a divine artifact, one capable of changing the balance of power on the battlefield. You could put equipment and personnel inside and suddenly release them in front of the enemy, or directly deep in their territory. Who could stop you? What a pity."

"If it's just like this, what's the point of the change? Just to take me out? That's meaningless. I'm afraid of falling. Here, lend me some soul energy, and input it into the book." Negris said.

Anger transferred some soul energy into the Bronze Book, but he realized the bracelet was gone, having fused with his hand bone. Could he draw soul energy from his hand bone?

He could, but after drawing the equivalent of twenty soul crystals, his soul energy was depleted.

Anger had been storing soul crystals in the bracelet, from the temple's opening to the recent surge, totaling about 25,000 soul crystals. Now, only twenty were left? The transformation of the bracelet had consumed 25,000 soul crystals?

Fortunately, the twenty soul crystals were enough. Negris condensed a ball of soul fire, which floated from the Bronze Book and into the little bronze dragon, merging with its original soul.

The little bronze dragon shook its head and wagged its tail, saying, "Now I can directly transfer my consciousness without projecting. Put the book back and see if I fall."

Putting the book back into the Palace of Rest, Negris did not fall, which made him sigh, "Your soul connection as an immortal is more practical. Consciousness projection is too unstable."

Anger clearly did not understand what he was saying and was not listening. His shoulders moved, and his arm, from the elbow down, was extended into the Palace of Rest.

"What are you doing now?" Negris asked.

"Planting something." Anger said.

"Planting something?" How could he plant something with his hand in the Palace of Rest? Negris was confused.

Just as he was about to ask again, he suddenly remembered that the tower's seal was broken. Could he now move freely within the Palace of Rest?

With a thought, the Bronze Book inside the tower suddenly flew out, moving quickly within the Palace of Rest until it reached the farm.

There, a solitary hand bone floated, holding a hoe to dig trenches, picking up seeds, planting them, covering them with soil, and watering them...

"Kabada! You upgraded to a hand that can penetrate two worlds, and you use it to plant vegetables!"