In just a few breaths, King Zhou's body vanished from this world. All that remained was a fist-sized fruit radiating faint draconic pressure... and a small pagoda that glowed silver and shook as if struggling.
Taixu knew what the fruit was. It was King Zhou's Dao Fruit, an exceedingly rare emperor's Dao Fruit formed from his understanding of his own Great Dao.
As for the little pagoda, it was probably the true form of the "system" King Zhou had mentioned.
"System" was what it called itself, and the Little Pagoda was its physical form. But what was it, really?
A pagoda capable of traversing the Heavens and Myriad Worlds had to contain an extraordinary Great Dao.
As though sensing danger, the Little Pagoda's hazy silver glow flickered as it trembled and struggled, unwilling to submit to its fate.
Taixu shook his head. Escape from his own space? Impossible. Its fate had been sealed the moment it entered.
He reached out and caught the silver Little Pagoda. Feeling it struggle in his hand, he nodded. "A magical treasure that has developed intelligence. Impressive indeed."
Taixu frowned. After a moment's thought, he swept his right hand over the Little Pagoda and drew on the Origin Force within his Source World, arranging for its living spirit to enter Samsara inside his body.
For a Supreme Treasure to develop intelligence, it must possess a measure of fortune. It was exceptional. Reborn in his Internal World, the spirit could become the protagonist of an age, bring unusual changes to his world, and drive the universe's evolution.
As if it sensed its fate, the Little Pagoda shook even harder, trying to break free of Taixu's grip.
"Aah—"
A scream rang out. Then the Little Pagoda lay still in Taixu's left hand. On closer inspection, its silver