Fang Xi's consciousness became blurry.
In a daze, he seemed to return to the dream of the time he ventured deep into the Demon Realm, where he glimpsed that ancient sacrificial scene once again.
Above the vast land, the old sacrificial song resounded…
Even after that scene passed, the timeline continued to recede further back in time.
He seemed to witness the creation and destruction of worlds, the shattering of the Void…
Ultimately…
"Huff, huff…"
Fang Xi's consciousness regained clarity, and hues of blue and yellow alternated in his pupils as he gasped for air.
Then, touching his abdomen, his face flashed with a hint of bewilderment, "Thank goodness for the Treasures of All Heavens, otherwise I might not have woken up... But 'Taoist Fruit,' what is that?"
He sat cross-legged, calmed his mind, and silently recalled everything that had just happened.
