Netherworld Fruit

Vast white fog blanketed the foot of Netherworld Mountain.

From the outside, this white fog appeared utterly ordinary.

But once one entered it, its terror became apparent.

Even exceedingly powerful High-Gods, once enveloped by the white fog at the foot of Netherworld Mountain, would find themselves unable to extend their divine sense, while their vision was reduced to less than ten meters!

Not only that, within the white fog, High-Gods could not discern direction at all. Even at the foot of Netherworld Mountain, an unlucky god might remain trapped there for countless years.

This was the lowest layer of Netherworld Mountain's Three-colored Mist—the white fog.

Sensing the High-Gods still hesitating at Netherworld Mountain's stone gate, uncertain whether to enter, Wyatt smiled faintly and withdrew his divine sense.

The white fog was practically nonexistent to Wyatt, who possessed Willpower. It could not affect him in the slightest.

Apart from the disorienting white fog, the white fog region was occasionally struck by powerful lightning descending from the Heavenly Chains. Green snakes without intelligence would also indiscriminately attack any gods who entered the area.

The odds of being struck by the Heavenly Chains were far too low. As Wyatt darted through the area, he was not unlucky enough to encounter such a rare event.

As for the green snakes that launched sneak attacks from within the white fog, they were even less worth mentioning.

Whenever they touched the purple lightning surrounding Wyatt, they were instantly shattered by its formidable thunderous power.

In merely a few minutes, Wyatt passed through the white fog region that had troubled other gods for untold years.

These trials for gods were nothing at all to Wyatt.

Lord of Death had said that a Netherworld Fruit would appear on this full-moon night. That was practically the same as giving the Netherworld Fruit to Wyatt for free—a small favor, as well as a minor investment in him.

Beyond the white fog region lay a short stretch of empty land untouched by any mist. There was no danger here, and it could be considered a foothold for the gods entering Netherworld Mountain.

Wyatt did not stop. He passed directly through the area and entered the gray fog ahead.

Netherworld Mountain's Three-colored Mist consisted, from the foot of the mountain to its summit, of the white fog region, gray fog region, and purple fog region.

With every higher region, the danger increased by several levels.

The gray fog region where Wyatt now stood was indeed far more dangerous than the white fog region.

The gray fog region contained a strange energy.

This energy somewhat resembled a soul attack, yet it was far more terrifying than one.

After entering the gray fog region, the fog could affect a god's soul at every moment.

If one's soul defenses were insufficient, one would be affected by the energy within the gray fog region. The direct result would be turning into a killing machine like a walking corpse.

The gray fog was endless. Once affected, unless one was rescued by another god, there was no way to break free from its control.

Gods possessed infinite lifespans. To be influenced and controlled by the gray fog for endless time—what a terrifying prospect was that?

Every full-moon night, gods entered Netherworld Mountain. The mountain had existed for unknown ages, so one could imagine just how many gods were trapped within the gray fog region.

"Kill!!!"

Mad cries of slaughter rang in Wyatt's ears.

The moment he entered the gray fog region, over a thousand High-Gods with bloodshot eyes and savage expressions charged at him with all manner of weapons in hand.

"Hmph."

Wyatt neither dodged nor avoided them. One hundred and eight purple longswords radiating a terrifying aura of lightning condensed around him, whirling through the air as though forming a purple electric net around his body.

Whenever those High-Gods affected by the gray fog came within ten thousand meters of Wyatt, they were cut into pieces by the one hundred and eight flying swords.

For a Paragon, killing a group of Seven-Star Devil-level experts was as easy as chopping melons or harvesting wheat, much less High-Gods whose souls had been affected.

Wyatt was now like a sharp sword, carving a path straight ahead.

The power of the battle drew vast numbers of High-Gods from throughout the gray fog region toward Wyatt.

Purple sword edges tore through the sky, and behind Wyatt, great piles of godly corpses gradually accumulated.

The scent of blood continued to spread, and some of the gray fog even began to carry a faint crimson tinge.

"There are no Netherworld Fruits in the gray fog region either. It seems they are in the final purple fog region."

Wyatt swept every corner of the gray fog region with his divine sense, yet found no trace of a Netherworld Fruit.

The appearance of Netherworld Fruits was random.

With good luck, one might encounter a Netherworld Fruit in the white fog region. Of course, in the vast majority of cases, Netherworld Fruits appeared in the purple fog region.

But before Wyatt could pass through the gray fog region, he suddenly caught a peculiar fragrance drifting from nearby.

"This is..."

The fragrance was extremely unique. After taking only one breath of it, Wyatt felt refreshed and clear-minded.

He immediately changed direction and flew straight toward the source of the fragrance.

As Wyatt left the gray fog region, the gods controlled by it did not pursue him. Only waves of roars lingered behind him.

At that moment, less than a hundred meters from the purple fog region, Wyatt saw an uncovered hillside where a short green tree with extraordinarily dense branches stood.

Countless branches drooped from the short tree. Though it was low in stature, every branch was one to two hundred meters long.

Even smaller twigs continued to grow from those branches.

As a result, this short tree completely covered an area spanning several thousand meters around it.

"So it was here."

Seeing the sight upon the short tree, Wyatt's lips curved into a smile.

On a large branch above the tree's crown, amid clusters of bluish-green leaves, there was a plump fruit the size of a fist.

The fruit was nearly spherical, with a purple skin that looked crystal-clear. Faint purple light radiated from its surface, along with a hazy mist.

The refreshing fragrance that cleared one's mind with a single breath came from this purple fruit!

Netherworld Fruit!

The fruit on this short tree was undoubtedly the Netherworld Fruit Wyatt had been seeking!

On the Netherworld Fruit tree, Wyatt could vaguely see countless green snakes coiled around its branches.

Yet for some reason, these green snakes, which had previously attacked everyone indiscriminately, were unusually calm now.

Coiled around the trunk of the Netherworld Fruit tree was a large green snake about ten meters long and as thick as an adult's thigh.

The large snake merely remained coiled there and showed no intention of attacking Wyatt.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wyatt turned into a streak of light and arrived before the Netherworld Fruit tree. With a gentle wave of his hand, the Netherworld Fruit attached to the tree actually fell straight from its branch, allowing Wyatt to pluck it effortlessly!

P.S. Should I change the update time? Some readers have said the updates come too late. Should I switch to daytime updates?

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