Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 334 My Ancient Serpent Father
The ways in which the Seed of Creation serves the earth are numerous and varied.

It can penetrate deep into places where disasters have occurred, using its overwhelming power to quell the calamities. It can also venture into desolate deserts, turning the yellow sand into oases. As for the people, it is kind and approachable, using its ability to manipulate plants to help people solve countless problems.

Especially in helping people build houses.

With a single slap, the logs that were originally piled on the ground automatically twisted into a house. Looking at the clean and smooth wooden walls, there was not a trace of splicing at all—but this level of material transformation was simply child's play for the Seed of Creation.

But for the local people, this was a true miracle.

Thus, the Seed of Creation naturally gained love and respect, especially after he revealed his identity as a follower of the Church of the Earth. Although the people still had some doubts about this tree-man, they had only never seen a walking piece of wood before.

Out of gratitude, they brought a large amount of meat, eggs, and vegetables as a reward for the Seed of Creation's hard work.

"Thank you, thank you."

The Seed of Creation didn't know how to answer, since it really hadn't done anything.

Moreover, he was also very puzzled at the moment.

"Father."

The Seed of Creation turned its head to look at the little snake on its shoulder.

"Is this kind of thing really useful? I don't feel like there's anything that can be called an opportunity... I haven't absorbed any energy in a long time."

“They’re all good things…”

On the tree-man's shoulder, the little snake's gaze remained fixed only on the meat, eggs, and vegetables.

Immediately afterwards, the small snake grew larger, and a clay pot also stood up on the spot.

"If you're out of energy, have some. It'll be a good opportunity for you to see my cooking skills."

As he said this, a reverse scale on the snake's tail stood up, and the hard, thin scale acted as a sharp cleaver, quickly cleaning up several baskets of ingredients.

Water drifted in from the distant riverbank, a fire was lit under the wood in the pot, beef and mutton were put into the pot in cold water and brought to a boil, after the foam was skimmed off, the fresh vegetables were also put into the pot.

Even though the Tree-Man's Seed of Creation doesn't have a nose and can't smell the aroma of food, it still sensed the fluctuations at the soul level.

The gratitude from the indigenous people, combined with the father's meticulous cooking, makes for a dish that is truly beneficial to the soul.

But this only applies to the soul.

On a physical level, the energy these dishes provide is negligible; it wouldn't even fill a tooth gap for it—which is why it is increasingly puzzled, since it seems to have been giving all along.

It has yielded to Habisa II time and time again, and now it has to yield to these natives time and time again. It doesn't know how long or how much it has to do before it can achieve what it wants.

"I don't know."

After thinking for a moment, the Seed of Creation finally spoke.

Its simple plant consciousness couldn't comprehend anything too complex, but it at least knew that asking its father was never a bad idea when it didn't understand something.

"I remember telling you about this."

The large snake, drinking its hot soup, opened its mouth.

"If you just go head-to-head, you're unlikely to succeed... but conversely, you don't actually have any opponents or enemies."

"I truly have no rivals or enemies right now."

After considering its own situation, the Seed of Creation nodded.

"But there's nothing I can do. All I can do now is help these indigenous people build houses... How long will this continue?"

"Look, he's in a hurry."

In the Seed of Creation's perception, the giant serpent shook its head. "Anyway, you drink the soup first."

The Seed of Creation tried to absorb the broth with its roots, but this was stopped—it didn't know why its father always made it make a mouth on its head, even though it would absorb it with the roots in its head anyway, so there was no difference.

But its father, ironically, had a strange stubbornness about such trivial matters.

"This is a necessary sense of ritual."

The giant snake in front of them said this.

The Seed of Creation still couldn't understand, but it also knew that it might not necessarily need to seek the understanding of its father—after all, it knew that its own woody fiber head couldn't compare to its father's enormous head, and ultimately, it was just a sapling at the moment.

It's normal for it to be unprepared since it's still in its growth stage.

Perhaps, as my father said, we should drink the soup first and experience it first.

However, after a bowl of hot soup, the Seed of Creation did feel something else. At least on a spiritual level, it received a lot of nourishment—especially after eating along the way, it was now beginning to resemble its father in some ways.

Of course, this is not about appearance; a tree and a snake are worlds apart in appearance. The real similarity lies in their current forms.

Its father, after receiving the soul power of those local natives, had already achieved a level of soul power stronger than his physical body.

And now, it is gradually embarking on this path.

The most concrete manifestation of this is that its body has begun to gradually glow, which is a sign of the overflow of its soul power.

"So, are we going to keep doing this? Is this the right path?"

The Seed of Creation asked this question.

"To continue like this, serving the land, serving all the natives, not fighting with them, simply giving what we can... is this what I should do?"

"Correct."

Before the Seed of Creation, the giant serpent nodded.

“That’s right, you have to serve them first and gain their trust… So from the beginning I felt that you didn’t need to fight them at all, since what you’re doing doesn’t conflict with what they’re doing.”

"Is there no conflict?"

The Seed of Creation has some doubts.

"However, to fly to the Star Sea, we still need a lot of resources. If they eat and use more, I will inevitably get less... But if I take more, they will attack me. This contradiction is irreconcilable."

Is it truly irreconcilable?

The giant snake raised its head in confusion.

"Didn't you ever think about taking them with you to the Star Sea?"

"With...them?"

The Seed of Creation paused, momentarily stunned.

"Haven't I already done this before? Only a portion of those people were willing to come with me; the rest wanted to stay on this planet. They didn't want to move..."

That's why I tell you to use your brain more.

The snake's face was filled with disappointment and frustration.

"Why don't you just take the planet itself with you?"

(End of this chapter)