Qin Siyang and Hu Chan both stiffened, their pupils trembling slightly, as though all the blood in their bodies had stopped flowing.
The Nightmare Lantern Tree was back?!
Yet when they searched for the source of the dark golden light, both were stunned.
"Hu Chan... why is your forehead glowing?"
"President Qin... your forehead is glowing too!"
They both felt a slight pressure building in their foreheads, as though something inside them were struggling to break through their skin.
Before they could react, a fist-sized, dark golden, lantern-shaped seed slowly floated out of each of their foreheads.
The seeds hovered in the air, swaying and spinning, seemingly illusory.
Qin Siyang tried to touch his, but his hand passed straight through the seed before him without resistance.
Like the lantern fruit that had drawn Qin Siyang into a dream earlier, this seed had no physical form either.
Under their horrified gazes, the seeds lingered in the air, spinning for several minutes, then drifted toward their hands and finally settled gently into their palms.
The instant they made contact, the wavering, illusory seeds gradually solidified, turning from phantoms into tangible objects with a subtle but definite weight in their hands.
Qin Siyang's fingers twitched slightly as he lowered his head to study the seed in his palm.
Fine patterns covered the surface of the lantern-shaped seed, every line looking meticulously carved.
Dark golden light flowed through the patterns like blood through veins.
"What... what exactly is this thing?" A trace of terror crept into Hu Chan's slightly trembling voice. His fingers cautiously probed around the seed.
Qin Siyang stared at the seed in his palm, his brow furrowed.
He could clearly sense that this lantern-shaped seed was more than a mere object. It seemed to hold some kind of consciousness, some presence