Volume One, Chapter Sixty-Two
After breaking through the third-layer barrier, Zhao Fu arrived on the third level. This level was much the same as the second. A magic formation lay on the ground, while seeds wrapped in light shields floated in the air. There were relatively few of them, only a little over a thousand varieties.
These were clearly all flower seeds, and they too gave off Spirit Light. They were no ordinary flower seeds, and the aura they emitted belonged to the Apocalypse World.
Just as Hua Gumei had said, they were all seeds from the Apocalypse World. Zhao Fu immediately lost all interest. Then, his gaze fell upon a seed floating at the very center of the magic formation.
This seed was the size of a bottle cap and shaped like a teardrop. It was transparent in color and gave off countless rays of Spirit Light. It was exceptionally beautiful, clearly a precious treasure at first glance.
Zhao Fu extended a hand, intending to see what kind of seed it was.
Hua Gumei hurriedly said, "Don't touch that seed of mine!"
Zhao Fu stopped and turned to look at Hua Gumei. "Then tell me, what kind of seed is it?"
Hua Gumei said, "It is the Apocalypse World's extraordinary flower, the Fairyland Spirit Flower. It is also my most precious flower seed. I was severely injured precisely because of it. It is of no use to you, so don't touch it."
Zhao Fu could not help laughing.
Hua Gumei frowned. "What are you laughing at? You've seen everything now, haven't you? You can take my storage ring and leave this place."
Zhao Fu said with a smile, "I'm taking this seed!"
Hua Gumei cried out in astonishment, "What? What do you want a seed from the Apocalypse World