Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 359 Growing Up
The dung of the serpent god—this is an ancient legend known only to the older generation of Ignivas.

Legend has it that long, long ago, when the ancestors of the Ignivas were starving, the serpent god gave them his excrement, and people planted fruit trees on it. Every ten days, the ancestors could harvest a batch of fruits and vegetables, and the continuous harvests allowed them to survive the famine.

"This is why the serpent god is sometimes revered as the lord of abundance."

Within the connection of consciousness, the older generation is patiently explaining to the younger generation.

"In your young people's terms, it's top-notch clean energy. As long as you use these things, you can have a bountiful harvest no matter where you are... Our ancestors back then couldn't even get this kind of thing, after all, the Serpent God doesn't awaken often."

But now, the things that our ancestors could only dream of are being enjoyed by that wooden figure.

Just by looking at the wooden figure's expression, you can tell that although it's just a wooden face, when its body is submerged in excrement, a look of contentment appears on its face—clearly, the joy of its soul has overflowed and is uncontrollable.

The roots that had been gathered into a body dispersed and burrowed deep into the excrement mixed with soil. The injuries from the previous battle were completely healed in an instant—although the Seed of Creation didn't consider them injuries, the mental strain was real.

Now, however, the Seed of Creation can clearly feel that all its depletion, whether physical or spiritual, is being rapidly replenished.

Even the surrounding air felt so fresh.

Of course, if it were those indigenous humans, they would probably be suffocated on the spot, but it is not a human, it is a seed and a tree, and this strong odor actually means rich nutrition.

This made it feel grateful to its father once again, for heaven knows how much effort its father had put into providing these nutrients.

"So this is what fatherly love is like."

Trees themselves have no thoughts or emotions; their only purpose is to grow strong. But now, as the seed that gave birth to a tree, I can increasingly feel what it means for a father's love to be as deep as a mountain.

This is different from selfishness; it is purely altruistic, a desire to see a seedling grow into something beautiful and hopeful.

Therefore, as its offspring, it naturally cannot fail to live up to this expectation.

"I must grow taller and bigger!"

With this thought in mind, the Seed of Creation began to feed.

It originally wanted to learn from the natives and eat heartily, since it had been following its father for some time and could see that only by eating heartily could one show appreciation for delicious food.

However, when it tried it before, its father stopped it, saying that it was too disgusting.

Therefore, it can only change to another method, which is the most common method for plants, by sending its roots deep into the ground to replenish itself by constantly drawing nutrients.

If I had to describe it, it's less like eating and more like taking a bath. Those roots are its skin, and it's absorbing nutrients through its skin.

It was an unprecedented abundance, a veritable feast for it.

"Thank you, Father, for making this delicious food."

With this thought in mind, its body sank deeper and deeper into the cellar.

Until they were completely submerged in the cellar.

……

"vomit!"

Upon witnessing all this, the singing bowl that controlled the aggregate of wills almost vomited on the spot.

He had also wondered what the wooden man who had fought him would eat after being called back. He thought about roasted meat, grains, fine wine, and even some special ways of eating—such as inserting roots into the bodies of prey to absorb energy. Some blood-sucking plants in the star sea exhibit similar behaviors.

But who would have thought that what this wooden man meant by "eating" was actually eating excrement? The Ignivas, who inherited ancient traditions, have always revered fine food, which makes them extremely particular about eating—and now, the more they value eating, the more disgusting it is.

Many of the younger generation of Ignivas have already lost their connection to consciousness; clearly, they've gone straight to vomiting.

Only one older Ignivas man remained indignant, even stating that even their ancestors had never seen so much excrement.

"What's there to argue about?"

The young singer increasingly failed to understand the older generation, simply because he himself belonged to the school that was about to be expelled.

This is disgusting, absolutely disgusting. To worship a god like this...

"We still need to think of a way to change the mindset of these older generations."

Singing Bowl secretly made up his mind.

However, the older generation's views are obviously not so easy to change, especially those elders who have seen the snake god with their own eyes. These elders who have lived from ancient times to the present have all a transcendent status, and their words are naturally more weighty than mountains.

Just like now, the elders even asked him to bring out some snake dung, and the young singing bowl couldn't refuse.

"Really..."

Taking a deep breath, the young singing bowl tried to control its temper.

In fact, the Ignivas people have always been quite united. Apart from the new generation having different views on the worship of the serpent god, they have been quite harmonious in other aspects.

But now, after truly returning to his hometown and truly meeting their snake god.

This rift, however, was suddenly magnified infinitely.

The older generation of Ignivas, those elders far away on the other side of the starry sky, held an almost foolish loyalty to the Serpent God—even though they had become powerful enough to transcend the constraints of lifespan, they were still willing to pledge allegiance to the Serpent God of the past.

As for the new generation of Ignivas...

That is, singing bowls and the like.

He simply couldn't understand why there was any need to worship such a snake god.

"So much time has passed; it's time for the Ignivas to look forward."

The young singing bowl tried to persuade his elders, but the elders, caught up in their own passion, were no longer willing to listen to him.

They just wanted to get some snake dung, and even better if they could get some shed snake scales.

"You really are..."

The singing bowl was at a loss for words.

But at that very moment, an unfamiliar consciousness silently connected with us.

It seems you need your help.

An unfamiliar consciousness expresses its goodwill towards the singing bowl.

"Perhaps I can help you solve some trouble?"

(End of this chapter)