Chapter 566: Chapter 323: Can You Produce Hundreds of Thousands of Bags of Grain? _1


    The three of them dropped everything else to squat on the ground in a circle, watching the godhead slowly dissipate.


    “Why is this happening? Can an undefined godhead not exist independently?” Negris asked curiously.


    This godhead was grown from the ground, not ignited by the fire of faith. That is to say, it had never been defined and was nk.


    The faith elemental force of the Harvest Goddesses from humanity’s longing for harvest; the elemental force of the Undead Godes from people’s pursuit of immortality; the power of the Gods of Light originates from people’s yearning for light.


    This godhead had no faith source. Could it be that it was not able to maintain its form because of this?


    “How would I know? I’m not a god. Oh wait, you are one, aren’t you? Even though you only have one follower,” Durken casuallymented, which made Negris roll his eyes.


    As the godhead dissipated, shrinking by half, one of the four auxiliary pces in the distance, thest unlit Witch’s Pce, suddenly lit up.


    “Huh, the Resting Camp has stopped? That’s it, I understand now,” Durken, noticing the state of the Resting Camp, eximed as if he realized something.


    Negris quickly asked, “What’s it? Tell me, tell me quickly.”


    Curiosity was eating at him. The Pce of Locke had started inexplicably, Durken’s pce started inexplicably, and now the Witch’s Pce also started inexplicably. It seemed that there was no connection between them.


    The Pce of Locke started because of the Liquid of Breath of Death, but the Witch’s Pce started due to the energy dissipation of the godhead. Does that mean that these pces could start if they were infused with corresponding energy? And what energy does the main pce need?


    Durken exined, “When I initially designed the Resting Camp, I constructed it using a method of multiple superimposed dimensional spaceyers. Although they appear to be on the same ne, in reality, each pce belongs to its own separate dimension. The Resting Camp can only operate normally when the energy of space remains bnced.”n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    After some thought, Durken pped his hands and said, “In order to avoid the loss of any single energy, like if the monarch isn’t home, causing imbnce, I designed several safeguards. Out of seventeen types of energy, as long as seven remain bnced, there won’t be any problems. With seventeen basic energies, it’s not possible to lose eleven at once, is it?”


    “In addition, spatial material exchange also needs to follow the principle of equivalent exchange. If you want to take something out, the same material or energy must be put in.”


    As Durken said this, Ange tilted his head, and Negris pped his ownteral muscles saying, “I see, no wonder every time Ange transfers crops out, he has to infuse soul energy.”


    “Soul energy? Transfer crops?” Durken asked, puzzled.


    After Negris exined, Durken frowned and said, “You’re talking about the Dimensional Space Positioning Transfer Bracelet? What’s the ratio? That doesn’t make sense. It’s probably a problem with dimensional bnce. Under normal circumstances, transferring matter doesn’t require that much energypensation. So much soul energy for just tens of pounds of crops? You guys really have money. Don’t you use World Transit Stations?”


    Of course, they did. Currently, therge-scale crop transfers from the farm were done through World Transit Stations. Even the fertilizers were moved in the same way.


    “So you’re saying that thingsing in and going out through the bracelet should be proportional to the World Transit Stations? Have we been wasting money all this time?” Negris asked, feeling a pang of financial pain.


    Durken nodded and then, ignoring the Little Fat Dragon drawing circles on the ground, continued, “I put in so many safeguards, why did the Resting Camp still stop? And why didn’t it copse entirely?”


    After pondering a while, Durken seemed to understand, “The monarch left, as did the witch Locke. Then the graveyard ruptured and most of the mass instantly disappeared. That’s why it stopped. But why did it just stop and not copse? If the loss was this significant the ovepping dimensions should have certainly copsed. What did you guys do at that time?”


    Durken was puzzled. For example, a bridge that originally needed seven piers to hold up was built with seventeen. It was assumed to be foolproof. Who knew that more than eleven piers would copse at once? However, the bridge was still maintained; only the entrance and exit were closed.


    Compared to why over eleven piers copsed, Durken was more curious about how a bridge with less than seven piers didn’t copse?


    “What can I do? I was sealed in the book,” Negris replied.


    Durken looked at Ange, who tilted his head, “Farming.”


    “Oh right, you used to be a farming skeleton, almost forgot about that. Maybe I slept too long, my memory isn’t very good,” Durken scratched his head and said frustratedly, “That’s not right either. How much could a single skeleton farm? Surely not for a thousand years. And the crops can’t be kept that long, they would have rotted.”


    As he spoke to this point, Durken noticed the strange expression on Negris’s face. Then he looked at Ange, “You really farmed for a thousand years?”


    Ange nodded.


    Durken sucked in a breath, “Good lord, a skeleton can be so…diligent? What happened to those crops?”


    When he learned that Ange had stored the harvested produce in a cer, Durken sprang to his feet, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back.


    After pacing for quite some time, he sighed and said, “Now there’s only one reasonable exnation. The farm boundary is the incremental part of the bnce point of the entire Resting Camp. You kept farming, and the matter that grew was stored outside the boundary in the cer. Over a thousand years, the incremental part just happened to maintain the stability of the space.”