[401-600] LORD OF THE WORLD: I BECOME THE LORD OF THE DESERT FROM THE START

Chapter 430: Epic Harvest-Dimension Control

Richard placed the dimension stone and the seed of the world tree with intense anticipation into the broken plane through the crystal coffin.

This time, he felt deep sadness when the spiritual power entered.

All the planes wailed.

It was sick. It was about to die…

The excitement in Richard’s heart immediately cooled. He had become the master of this plane, and the state constantly affected him.

He calmed himself down and looked at the dimension stone and the seed of the world tree on the ground.

Richard could sense the two treasures contained energy that could crush the void with the help of the planar power.

It would be earth-shattering once it erupted.

However, at this moment, he did not release the key to those powers.

He retracted his emotions.

He focused his attention on the crystal.

The power of yellow sand surged out and began to awaken the sleeping planar power according to the method mentioned by the lord of the dunes.

The power of the yellow sand surged into his body, and Richard felt that he was like a bottomless abyss that no energy could fill.

He suppressed his inner emotions and maintained a fixed frequency of energy input.

Five minutes, ten minutes, and twenty minutes. The yellow sand power in his body dropped to the freezing point.

And the end of the abyss was still in sight.

Richard knew he had reached a certain point when he felt he could no longer hold on for much longer.

Gradually, the blurry figure in the crystal coffin moved.

The next second…

Richard only felt a pair of bright eyes appear on the blurry figure. It was like the bright moon in the sky. It was unforgettable.

The planar power turned around and looked directly into his eyes. The other party carefully sensed for a moment, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

After a long time.

“Lord…”

That lifted Richard’s spirits, and he immediately responded.

“What’s your name?”

The tender voice sounded again.

“Bruley… My name is Bruley, Lord. I chose it myself.”

Richard raised his eyebrows when he heard the excited voice.

This tone… Why did he look like a seven or eight-year-old child?

He turned to look at the Dune Lord and voiced his doubts.

Dune Lord said hesitantly.

“My Lord, perhaps because of the collapse of the plane, the other party’s power has rapidly diminished, and his intelligence has also declined…”

There was nothing wrong with this explanation.

“Bruley, how old are you?”

“Lord, Bruley forgot. I don’t know how old I am.”

Bruley finished speaking and recalled something. His tone became low again.

“Lord, I feel that my strength is rapidly fading… I’m sick. Am I going to die?”