The red-and-black Bloodline Fruit looked like a work of art. Holding it in his hand, Zhang Tie turned it over and examined it for quite a while before finally eating it.
The fruit's juice was sour and salty, with hardly any taste to speak of. But the moment he swallowed it, Zhang Tie discovered that his body seemed unable to move. A strange energy rose from his stomach and instantly spread throughout his entire body. Under the influence of that power, an intense drowsiness swept over him. Zhang Tie resisted for a few seconds before his eyelids slowly drooped shut...
Damn, this Bloodline Fruit isn't going to make me awaken some bloodline in a muddle, is it?
Before falling asleep, that was the last thought in Zhang Tie's mind.
In his hazy state, Zhang Tie felt himself entering a bizarre and fantastical world. Clumps of mist, gray or white, large or small, drifted through that world. The whole place felt as though it were made up of countless marshmallows of varying sizes—strange beyond belief.
Is this a dream? Zhang Tie asked himself. But soon afterward, he knew it was not. Not only was his consciousness exceptionally clear here, but more importantly, Zhang Tie saw the Bloodline Fruit. It floated above his head, its red-and-black sixteen-sided form suspended in the air and radiating waves of light. Compared to how it had looked hanging from Little Tree, the Bloodline Fruit now seemed much larger. Floating above Zhang Tie's head, it made him feel like a strange lighthouse in this ocean of marshmallows.
As Zhang Tie looked around, a stream of information appeared in his mind, allowing him to understand his current circumstances.
This truly was not a dream. Like the mysterious virtual realm manifested by the Soul Tribulation Fruit, it was