Lord of Chaos Island

Song Zhong believed that pies never fell from the sky, that there was no such thing as a free lunch in the world. If there was, then the freer something seemed, the more dearly one would pay for it.

Saint of Ceasing War had given him so much; naturally, what he sought was even greater.

Yet with his current cultivation realm, he could not think that far ahead. He could only continue cultivating.

Song Zhong looked at the three identical fruits.

Their shapes somewhat resembled twisted amber, their surfaces covered in web-like black cracks. Yet those fissures were filled with a flowing gleam like mercury.

With a single glance, Song Zhong even felt as though a river of time had frozen and flowed within the fruits.

Layer upon layer of bands of light floated inside the fruits. The upper layer held fine grains of sand surging like a white colt flashing past a crack; the middle layer held pale golden clouds gathering and scattering like the rise and fall of tides; the bottom layer held dark brown specks of light settled like a miniature of the changing heavens and earth.

These had to be Mulberry Field Fruits.

The moment he took out even a little of the Mulberry Field Fruits, an incomparably dense aura of time surged forth.

That was only natural. After all, Mulberry Field Fruits could alter the flow of time.

"Three Mulberry Field Fruits... I wonder how many years I can gain if I consume them all.

"It was three hundred years in the Immortal Emperor Realm, but after breaking into the Supreme Realm, the time becomes shorter.

"And... these three fruits cannot be used together.

"Contemplating the Sage Stele for too long at once would greatly diminish the effect. Since Lord of Illusory Eyes can contemplate