Anthony hadn't been gone long when Durken came to Ange: "Sir, I'm applying to have the Insect God assist me."

Ange tilted his head.

"I measured it with a hardness gauge; this thing is too hard to cut. I want the Insect God to assist me in concocting an acid that can erode it," Durken said, pointing at the items brought back from the Void Boundary.

Ange nodded, took out a meatball from the Space-Time Domain, and threw it onto the ground. Immediately, some roots and stems grew from the meatball, propping it up, and then it opened its eyes.

"Hemel? You've combined it with a Deceit Tree? Why does it look so ugly?" Negris complained.

Ange shook his head: "Mattis."

Ange had two Insect Gods, Hemel and Mattis. Mattis belonged to the God of Devouring Life; after transforming into the Insect God its intelligence was a bit low, lacking Hemel's cleverness, so Ange usually didn't call it.

Ange nodded again. Mattis had indeed combined with the Deceit Tree. The advantage of the Deceit Tree, which connects flora and fauna, was well suited for the Insect God, perfectly resolving the bugs' inability to eat soil. In the future, Ange's insects would fly when thrown out and sprout roots when buried in the ground, never worrying about a lack of food again.

"Where's Hemel?" Negris asked, unfamiliar with Mattis's appearance, yet Hemel was nowhere to be seen, making it uncomfortable.

Ange said: "Ancient Man Snake, on the body."

"What—Hemel is on the Ancient Man Snake?" Negris's eyes nearly popped out in shock.

Ange nodded.

"The Ancient Man Snake didn't notice? How did it climb on?" Negris asked, shocked.

Whether it was the tree knot imprisoning Forbidden Little Fireman or the section hatching Puppet Snake, they were all on the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms. They hadn't dared approach the Ancient Man Snake part, let alone send insects in that direction. How did Hemel climb onto the Ancient Man Snake?

Ange shook his head: "On the Divine Tree, laying eggs, Ancient Man Snake, roots, inhaled in."

"Got it." Negris immediately understood. Ange had placed bugs into the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms early on, one of which had even parasitized on a Puppet Snake.

Originally, bugs shouldn't have been able to invade the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms so easily, but unfortunately, the Ancient Man Snake's long-term parasitism prevented the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms from growing, and even the Little Tree Man couldn't control the main body, naturally unable to resist the bugs' invasion.

Once bugs invaded the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, they would continuously evolve, ultimately producing descendants best suited to the Divine Tree environment. Bugs laid eggs within the trunk; their eggs were so tiny that they were invisible to the naked eye, easily flowing throughout the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms along the tree's veins.

The Ancient Man Snake rooted in the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms to absorb nutrients. These eggs, evolved to be highly suitable, would be absorbed into its body through its roots.

As long as a single insect egg entered the Ancient Man Snake's body, it was equivalent to the Insect God being inside.

"The Ancient Man Snake thought it could escape, but now it's probably filled with insect eggs inside, isn't it? And earlier you said you couldn't find its location?" Negris gloated.

Ange said: "Even now, can't find, Hemel, doesn't dare grow."

"Oh, there's no rush. Take your time; eventually, there'll be an opportunity."

Knowing where Hemel went, Negris turned to look at Mattis, just in time to see it extending its big tongue, licking the substances in a disgusting manner.

Negris complained dismissively: "Mattis, can't you be less gross?"

Mattis turned its head, glancing sidelong while stretching out its blue tongue to lick—it might not have meant it, but it looked quite provocative.

"Stupid bug." Negris laughed and cursed, unwilling to bother with it.

Mattis licked the boundary wall material a few times, smacked its lips, then its mouth squirmed for a while. Eventually, Mattis extended a green tongue to start licking.

"Why does its tongue keep changing colors, first blue, then green?" Negris asked, puzzled.

Durken said: "It's adjusting the acidity and alkalinity of its saliva to see which works on these wall skins."

"Wall skins? Ugh, fine—wall skins it is, but it's so unsophisticated." Negris muttered.

The void has boundaries. The boundary is a wall, and the substances falling off the wall are called wall skins? Just like treating a God Star as a boiler—how elegant…

Mattis tried dozens of times, its tongue changing from blue to red to green, before finally stopping, spitting saliva on the wall skin in a guk-guk manner, quickly soaking a piece of wall skin.

"Why isn't there any reaction?" Negris leaned closer, asking in confusion.

"Look, there are small bubbles, a reaction," Durken pointed out.

"Can't see it; it's too slow," Negris remarked.

"Slow is good. If it was fast, these wall skins wouldn't be special," Durken said.

After almost two days of soaking, Durken finally retrieved the wall skin.

Negris leaned closer: "Any changes? Why is there no visible change?"

"Yes, the surface's a bit rougher," Durken said.

"Can't tell—two days and it only got a bit rougher?" Negris was somewhat disappointed. These wall skins were too stable, even the insect god's acid couldn't corrode it, so there'd be no way to process it.

Durken put the wall skin aside, took the acid, and started applying it on a sphere, layer by layer, drying it then applying another layer.

After several coatings, Durken said to Negris: "Lord Nage, try scanning it with your consciousness."

Negris scanned it with thought: "Huh? Consciousness can't penetrate?"

Such a thin layer could already block consciousness?

Continuing to brush and brush, slowly the sphere's surface changed color, becoming increasingly similar to the wall skin.

"So you're corroding the wall skin and plating it on here, right?" Negris asked.

Durken nodded and said: "Almost done; hit it to see if you can break it open."

Negris punched it, and with a clang, was bounced back.

"So hard, what's going on? Why does plating give it support?" Negris asked in shock.

Plating it with such a thin layer yet providing support? That's as absurd as painting a shield to defend against crossbows.

"Heh heh, it's self-healing, a good material," Durken replied excitedly. This was how an Alchemist reacted to good material.

Negris was about to say something when Ange suddenly moved, pulling everyone into the Consciousness Space—Anthony was actually there too.

Anthony exclaimed excitedly: "Gemez Fortress isn't in the Abyss Core; it's really been expelled—this is a great opportunity! Everyone, come help drive out King Fei Lie and assist Big Mouth in seizing the Abyss Core."

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