Within the fruit, the veins of mountains and rivers were clearly visible: peaks rose and fell, rivers flowed and turned, a sea of clouds rolled across tens of thousands of miles. Everything was vivid and lifelike, like a miniature Immortal Realm.
The fruit's breathing was slow and deep, drawing in and sorting through the blessings left by countless Immortal Falls over millions of years, nurturing a mighty power capable of changing the Life Laws of Heaven and Earth.
Chen Xun gazed at it silently, his fingers lightly brushing the glowing mist around the fruit. The mist flowed around it, pulsing as though answering his breath.
"There were no surprises. It was this one." Chen Xun murmured, without a trace of joy in his voice—only coldness and resolve. The fruit's formation had encountered not the slightest accident, nor had it deviated from his original design.
He recalled how he had intercepted the blessings left behind by billions of fallen Immortals, and how they had slowly gathered within the Heavenly Tomb to form this fruit. With every Immortal Fall, he had recorded it in silence. He had never moved to stop them, yet he had turned the very cycle of Heaven and Earth to his own use.
This matter... it had begun back in the Outer Immortal Land, then later taken root and sprouted in the Heaven Territory.
The prodigies of the Three Thousand Immortal Domains, the elders of the great Immortal Sects—the splendor of their lives had been nothing more than nourishment for this Dao Fruit in his eyes. There was no pity, no mercy. The turning of all things had always followed its own course according to Heaven and Earth.
"Moo moo?" Black Bull asked in a low voice. Was it really ripe?
Chen Xun stared at the Immortalization Fruit,