Love eventually flows like water

A thousand years after the Undead Empire vanished, the little skeleton who used to farm was still tending to his fields, until the summoning portal reopened.
"Are you guys hungry? I’ve been farming for a thousand years and have stored a tiny bit of food."
"Have these fields been deserted? Can I plant things?"
"The princess's city on the hill doesn’t allow farming? Then never mind, I won't go."
"They want to tax me but won't let me farm? Wipe them out!"

Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Negris coughed up a mouthful of old blood, "Then why are you dawdling? Hurry up and save them! They're crying for help and yet you're not in any hurry—that's your progenitor!"


The God of Life was nonchalant and spoke slowly, "But this is just a remnant consciousness—it's already dead. It's just a lingering piece of consciousness that's calling out for help. It can't be saved."


"Remnant consciousness?" Negris was stunned for a moment.


The God of Life and the Tree Herder both nodded.


Remnant consciousness isn't anything new to them; nearly every Wraith has a bit of remaining consciousness. If they died a particularly grievous and unjust death, their resentment could be so strong it might keep you awake at night.


Ange had encountered a relatively complete remnant consciousness before, which was Chun Feng the Druid's. It was imprinted with his resentment towards the failed Saline Demon Rice and the fact that dragon dung stank terribly.


Chapter 731: Elf Beans? Big Cat is Stumped