The golden fruit indeed contained a liquid. A thick, viscous pulp flowed in Di Que's palm, revealing itself not as golden, but as crimson like molten lava.0

Even now, Qin Sang still could not detect the fragrance of the spiritual fruit.0

He gazed intently at the pulp, a look of confusion surfacing in his eyes. Strangely, this drop of liquid felt oddly familiar, though he was certain he had never seen it before. The only plausible explanation was that he had encountered descriptions of something similar in ancient texts.0

Suspended mid-air, the liquid pulp shimmered with a jade-like luster, enveloped in Di Que’s spiritual power. Occasionally, faint golden gleams flickered within it—so subtle that they could easily be missed without careful observation.0

Qin Sang soon noticed the intricacy of these golden gleams. They were no ordinary...0