Zhang Tie had never seen such a brilliant and sacred light from any fruit.
Without touching the fruit, Zhang Tie had felt the brilliance reflected on his body the moment he walked onto the steps below the small tree. In a split second, he felt pure inside as his body as a whole started to resonate with the fruit as if it was accepting the most sacred baptism. At the same time, the purest pleasure filled Zhang Tie's bosom.
With the pleasure, Zhang Tie's negative emotions disappeared completely, including the bitterness that he sensed when he found that the bloody sacrifice furnace couldn't cure the sequela caused by the thunder of nirvana.
At this moment, if Zhang Tie's bosom were the ocean, the pleasure would be the sea water; if Zhang Tie's bosom was the sky, the pleasure would be endless tolerance.
The pleasure exceeded the maximal degree of tolerance of one's senses, which was too fabulous to express.
