Without wasting any time, Fu Qian left the center of the island and walked straight to the White Tree.
According to Mr. Luo, it should be called the Foolish Tree.
I had to admit, both its name and its appearance fit it quite well.
The Foolish Tree could divide the same person into various strange concepts.
He had already experienced its effects firsthand. It didn't just affect the body; given enough time, it could even split the mind into different parts with special connections to one another.
Put simply, if you looked at it for too long, you'd go insane.
And right now, despite having mastered his Divine Skill, Fu Qian still felt his mind slipping into a daze as he stood in front of it.
Good!
The next moment, Fu Qian advanced instead of retreating and pressed his hand directly against the tree.
Soon, a jumble of scenes appeared in his mind, as if he were observing the world from countless different perspectives.
Even every thought in his head seemed to come alive. No longer part of a whole, they began attacking one another, leaving his mind in chaos.
The effect was pretty good!
Muttering to himself, Fu Qian released the tree, and his mind immediately cleared.
This won't do. My mental resistance is too strong right now. I recover too quickly.
Fu Qian looked into the distance and estimated how much time he had.
Crack!
With a sharp snap, he broke off one of the Foolish Tree's arm-like branches. Drops of bright blue liquid seeped from the broken end.
After testing its flexibility, Fu Qian gently bent the branch in his hand. A few moments later, he had woven it into a headband.
He put it on, and his head grew heavy. The sensation of mental confusion returned.