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“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?”

“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.

The Pope who came up with this idea not only thought about it but also took action. He secretly summoned a group of loyal subordinates, going all out to get a fruit from the Tree of Life. Then, he employed a lot of Druids and devised various Secret Techniques to cultivate a bunch of seeds.

“The entire process was very intricate and complicated. Although they did produce some results in the end, he was killed by the Gods soon after. His name was erased.”

Negris felt the urge to vomit blood: “Killed? The Gods killed him?”

He thought he would hear an epic saga filled with twists and turns, but then he heard that the Pope was murdered.

“That’s right. Weren’t we supposed to kill him? He was already deserving of death in the eyes of the Gods when he got such an idea.” Anthony said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“And then?” Negris asked.

“Then I burned the records. I burnt down the entire library and scripture storage of the curia. I came across the project here. The name “God Seed Project” was quite frightening, so I flipped through it.” said Anthony.

Negris was speechless for a while: “Even though you did that for the sake of protecting the Resting Abyss, I still want to beat you up. You destroyed so many historical records and knowledge.”

Anthony glanced at him sideway: “Lord of Knowledge, I advise you to abandon that idea, you won’t be able to defeat me.”

“Why do you have to be so annoying when you talk, just like Lightning!?” Negris was so angry that he wanted to jump up and smack him on the forehead.

Anthony hurriedly continued: “The history recorded by the Church of Light was distorted. It’s not a big deal if it’s burned. As for the Druids, several of them were Elves, quite long-lived. When I burned the records, they were still alive. Since there were no records, slowly nobody knew what they had done. In the end, they were all released from their soft detention. I saved them.”

“They’re still alive? Are they alive now?” Negris perked up.

“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?”