Qing Chen raised a hand, sending the black jiangshi forward to probe the blood-colored rind.
He discovered, however, that an invisible restriction covered it, preventing the black jiangshi from touching it at all.
He frowned and could only give up. Recalling the black jiangshi, he began carefully examining the scene before him.
Qing Chen was now standing on a stone platform paved with jade slabs.
The platform measured several hundred zhang across and was densely packed with enormous blood-colored fruits.
Each fruit was immense, standing about a zhang tall.
Standing inside one of them, Qing Chen seemed to have been utterly swallowed by this forest of blood-colored fruits.
Qing Chen tried looking inside the other fruits, but saw only a murky blur. He could not make out the scenes within at all.
These fruits seemed to possess some mysterious power that blocked his sight.
At the very center of the platform stood a towering bone tree.
Its appearance closely resembled the fruit tree he had seen at the entrance, but it was much smaller and looked more delicate.
A thought stirred in Qing Chen's mind, and he circulated his magic power to investigate his surroundings.
Mist swirled along the edges of the platform, dreamlike and illusory. Dim gleams flickered intermittently, giving off an inscrutable air.
His heart tightened. He knew full well that this was no place to linger and that he had to find a way out as soon as possible.
"Huh? A stone stele? When did that appear?"
Surprised, Qing Chen involuntarily turned his gaze to the space before him.
At some unknown moment, a five-foot-tall stone stele had risen before Qing Chen, right under his nose.
When he had stepped into this forest of blood-colored fruits just moments ago, there had clearly been nothing in front of