This fruit was only palm-sized, the smallest of them all, yet its vitality was the most vigorous.
Cracks steadily multiplied across the fruit, accompanied by the sound of splitting. Before long, a small child with an oversized head crawled out from within. He possessed the typical features of an Ipal, yet the moment he emerged, he clenched his fists, lifted his head and thrust out his chest, his eyes brimming with pride.
But he was truly too small, barely a palm in height, and his body was completely bare. The divine officials on duty nearby found the sight rather amusing.
Among the Ipal Gods, size generally represented strength. His level of power was very low, which was why he appeared so tiny. Moreover, such an immature body could not bear knowledge; only his innate nature remained.
After emerging, the little child felt an instinctive affinity toward the other fruits. He went over to push this one and climb that one, but his strength was too slight. Instead, he fell flat on the ground with a thud, and anger immediately appeared on his little face.
The divine officials on either side suddenly felt that this was probably the weakest ancient alien god since the birth of the Ipal Gods.
Zhang Yu paid no heed to the child's play. With a reach of his hand, he extracted a drop of pale golden blood from the child's body for tracing purposes. One drop was enough.
He casually formed a glass vial and placed the drop of blood inside. Then he summoned Daoist Ming Zhou and said, "Fellow Daoist Ming Zhou, deliver this to Zhong Tingzhi."
After receiving it, Daoist Ming Zhou made a Daoist salute and departed in a flash of light.
Zhang Yu turned his gaze and saw the Ipal child hopping