Chapter 87

Speaking of this matter, Nigris wished he could find a hole to crawl into right then and there. When he was dragged back, passing through the World Transfer Station, he indeed grumbled a few words out of defiance due to the crowd.

However, he never found such an opportunity until he died and was sealed. The grave he mentioned was where Hardbone Rock slept, not where his bones were buried after death.

Going to someone’s grave to relieve oneself after they died was simply too—stimulating. Just thinking about it was thrilling: "Where are the bones?"

He reported to Ang and sent a potted World Tree sapling over.

As long as it could sprout, the sapling wasn’t actually valuable. A single fruit contained thousands of seeds. Apart from the silver coin branch, the teleportation array in Ice City was also requisitioned to receive the branch, so now Ang had issued over two thousand five hundred saplings.

Issuing saplings was easy, but raising them was not.

"At this location in this plane." Anthony sent over a coordinate: "Hardbone Rock and the six-winged archangel of the Light Church, Galix, perished together. If you can find Hardbone Rock’s bones, you should also be able to find Galix’s holy remains. I hope you can leave the holy remains for me."

"Just a coordinate? What about the teleportation beacon? Why don’t you go and get it yourself?" Nigris suddenly had a bad feeling.

"If I had a teleportation beacon, I would have gone myself long ago. I don’t, do I? You are the God of Knowledge. With a coordinate, you will surely find a way to get there." Anthony said without blushing.

"Kabada, I am the God of Knowledge, not the God of Space. Just a coordinate to get me there? You scoundrel, give me back the World Tree sapling, hello, hello... hung up? Kabada!" Nigris was so angry he wanted to smash the teleportation array.

A spatial coordinate is a number, but without a teleportation array or a delivery array, trying to cross planes with just a coordinate is very dangerous and not easy to succeed.

If the coordinate belongs to the Material Plane, it is even more difficult, with the strong plane barrier blocking the way, it’s easy to crash into the barrier and be flattened.

On the contrary, between the Abyss and the Abyss, the success rate is higher because there are no plane barriers blocking each other.

Why does a place like the World Transfer Station exist? Because it is the closest, thinnest barrier, and the least expensive to all planes.

Having only a coordinate but no teleportation or delivery array to guide is like riding a giant dragon in a fog, no one knows what’s ahead.

Those who rely on a coordinate or venture without a coordinate have a specific profession—Void Adventurers. They are mostly high-level mages of the spatial school, and from a young age, they are orphaned, their parents and relatives dead, and pursued by debtors. Anyone with even a bit of emotional bond would not engage in such a life-threatening activity.

Now, that damned Piero actually tricked away a World Tree sapling with just a coordinate. Kabada, what a scam.

Having suffered the loss, he couldn’t just swallow the coordinate, could he? With a glimmer of hope, Nigris entered the coordinate into the teleportation array and sent a communication request.

However, there was no response for a long time, and he didn’t know if there was a teleportation array nearby.

Even if there was a teleportation array, it wouldn’t receive the communication request if it wasn’t activated. Even if it received the request, if the other party didn’t respond, this side wouldn’t know. This kind of single-blind operation without feedback made interplanar communication extremely difficult.

Until the mana crystal was exhausted, the teleportation array still had no response. Nigris was somewhat unwilling and found Ang to say, "Ang, have your believer, the one called Purple Skeleton, who passed you the Hand of Rock, open the teleportation array and see if it can match this coordinate."

"Why?" Ang asked in confusion.

"Because there might be the rest of Rock’s bones there." Nigris said.

When Anthony mentioned Rock’s bones, Nigris immediately thought of Purple Skeleton. She had passed over one of Rock’s hand bones, so it was likely that the other parts of Rock’s bones were scattered in that plane.

If it could match the coordinate, it would be 100% here. Anthony’s words stirred Nigris’s buried memories, and he couldn’t help but want to do something at Hardbone Rock’s grave.

"Oh." Ang withdrew his consciousness and extended it to the symbol of Purple Skeleton in his soul.

As soon as he projected over, Ang felt something was wrong. A large mouth was leaving Purple Skeleton’s body, two dagger-like fangs were being pulled out of the flesh, tearing a larger wound, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The surrounding Purple Skeletons fought fiercely to drive away the owner of the large mouth, forcing it to leave Purple Skeleton’s body, unwillingly retreating.

Ang projected into Purple Skeleton’s body, and he could see what she saw. Until the enemy retreated, Ang saw the shape of the creature, a black leopard.

Purple Skeleton’s body kept bleeding, her life force rapidly fading. The surrounding tribespeople rushed over, urgently calling out to her: "Chief, Chief, how are you? Wake up, wake up, don’t die, Great Shaman, Great Shaman, come quickly."

The tribe’s Great Shaman rushed over and, with just one look, felt hopeless. Such injuries were beyond his healing abilities; Purple Skeleton was doomed.

Seeing the Great Shaman’s expression, everyone realized Purple Skeleton’s fate and couldn’t help but cry.

In this world, death was a common occurrence, but when faced with it, they couldn’t help but feel sad, especially since this generation of Purple Skeletons was strong, cared for the tribe, and had even found the Purple Skeleton god...

Wait? The Purple Skeleton god! Suddenly, someone reacted: "The Purple Skeleton god, the god of Purple Skeletons, we’ve found the god. The god can save Purple Skeleton, pray quickly."

This shout made everyone react. In the past, when they were injured or sick, they could only rely on the tribe’s shamans, and they were used to looking at the Great Shaman’s face. If he thought it was hopeless, everyone would despair.

But now it’s different. The era of the Great Shaman is over. The Purple Skeleton god had given them divine medicine, curing the tribe’s plague, and granted them seeds... uh, they didn’t grow.

The Purple Skeleton god can definitely save Purple Skeleton.

Everyone gathered in a circle around Purple Skeleton and began to pray devoutly.

Even if they hadn’t reacted, Ang was already preparing to send a Cleansing Spell to Purple Skeleton. Just as they started praying, the first Cleansing Spell was sent to the wound, which began to glow slightly.

The Purple Skeletons were stunned. In the past, the Great Shaman’s rituals were sometimes effective, sometimes not, and hours of dancing might not yield results. How could the Purple Skeleton god be so effective? A single prayer and a response?

They knelt even harder, the ground indented by their heads, thudding loudly.

Under this devout prayer, Purple Skeleton’s wounds visibly healed, and everyone was filled with amazement: Oh my god, the Purple Skeleton god is so powerful and kind, responding to every prayer, no loss, no deception.

A surge of strong faith poured into Purple Skeleton, and Ang realized that he didn’t need to send power from his main body; the faith of the Purple Skeletons was already sufficient, with some to spare.

Thus, Purple Skeleton’s body glowed brightly.