Lu Ye knew that the formation of the black fruit was inseparably linked to his devouring the foundations of those cultivators. Both Su Yuqing and Ma Bin had once told him that the Dao Tree could burn all things in the world—except the seven emotions and six desires.
So he guessed that this black fruit was the condensation of the seven emotions and six desires of the cultivators he had devoured. That was precisely why it had begun to affect his own temperament in turn.
How was he supposed to deal with this thing?
Lu Ye tried to pluck it off, but it was not a real fruit and could not be touched, much less picked.
He then activated the Talent Tree's power, intending to burn the fruit away. Yet no matter how he urged it, the fruit remained completely unharmed, without the slightest sign of being incinerated.
Over the following days, Lu Ye made countless attempts, but he could do nothing about the black fruit. The repeated failures even made him increasingly irritable, and black mist began to seep from the fruit...
As the mist spread, Lu Ye's entire aura underwent a tremendous change, turning darker and gloomier. Deep within his heart, a bloodthirsty impulse began to stir!
Realizing something was wrong, he hurriedly calmed his mind and focused his spirit, slowly smoothing away the distracting thoughts that had arisen within him.
A full hour later, Lu Ye gradually recovered.
After concentrating in thought for a moment, he raised a hand and pointed ahead. A segment of the Talent Tree's root extended from his fingertip. Using it as a foundation, vast amounts of aura converged, while Magic Power and Divine Soul Power surged without end.
In the blink of an eye, a Clone appeared before him—the Talent Tree Clone.