Chapter 68 - The Rich And Bountiful, Domeniul Ceresc (1/2)

”That is our Supreme Soul. It's chasing another weird animal at high speed. Should we help?” said a laidback wisp who are trying it best to give a high-rank Mandragora its needed nutrition before evolving.

”Too fast, we can't help chasing, but we can try to pray. God was meant to be prayed for, right?”

”May the will of Ouroboros help the Almighty One to chase that weird animal.”

”... Isn't the Almighty One the lord Ouroboros herself?”

”Huh? Really? I must've missed some details from Asir's sermon.”

The radiant energy from the 'Black Anvriel' managed to find its way to the sleeping plant. Mandragora usually took more than 500 years to spawn in the land with rich mana, thanks to the wisps of the Domeniul Ceresc, many mythological plants sprouted within this land with the essence of beliefs from the ancient era.

Depending on the quality, an exotic plants or heavenly materials in this case, have a grade hierarchy from One to Ten based on their rarity and their use. Of course, this grading system was only used by the dwellers of Neamh. There was also a sign that the Underworlders began to copy many concepts and ideas from Neamh but the reason and how were unknown to the oblivious mortals above.

The grading system was also applied to the mystical beasts within and out of a person's miniature realm. That is, if there is one outside in Neamh to begin with.

Then again, the mortal had only covered 20% of the full content of this abusive planet since the Valhalla Project.

The Mandragora sat within the Four Grade to Seven Grade, but this one that got the blessings energy from an angelic being definitely could get higher.

A humanoid face beneath the leaves was sprawled. It gazed at the two shiny balls of blue energy floating and communicating.

”Ah, the Almighty Soul has blessed this land once again. We have our seventh awakened flora with sentience for today.”

”May you grow strong and wise to protect this land. I know that you've just woken up today, but do you have time to talk about our Almighty Lord, one and only savior?”

As numerous miracles and events were branching throughout the Domeniul Ceresc. Tuli wanted to die from a heart attack, until she noticed that she might have died before the heart attack.

”LORD OUROBOROS! SAVE MEEE!!”

”Tulistan~”

No matter how fast she sprinted, the ominous Angel with an eerie grin was always catching up to her. It was like a horror movie.

Aside from the excessive bullying, MF was planning to experiment on her holy aura effectiveness by going through a lot of area within the Domeniul Ceresc at high speed. The overlapping holy light had proven to bless this land immensely with numerous new life, as the wisps began to spread her influence, MF felt numerous new streamline of faith surging to her.

As of now, there were around 217 significant streamlines of faith. With Foel as the densest stream, she marked a numeral quantity of 1 of the 10% of faith that her wife had given her.

So Foel had been giving MF 10 points of faith per second continuously, shortened as PPs for points per second.