Hua Mu and Wu Ji stared at the wooden boxes, flabbergasted.

For thousands of years, countless people, bothered by their draining lifespan, had come to roam the barren land of the Realm of Unbounded Desolation, hoping to find the promised land where wood power was as thick as water, and secure a Fruit of Life.

However, the promised land and Fruits of Life were just a legend that no one had ever actually experienced.

Hua Mu had also heard about that legend, and thus had come to the Realm of Unbounded Desolation to try his luck.

Before Zhao Shanling and the Death Reign had returned, he had conducted a thorough search of the entire Realm of Unbounded Desolation, but hadn’t found a single clue.

Afterwards, he had paid Wu Ji a visit, placing his last hope in Nie Tian, since he had a feeling that he might be able to come to some miraculous discoveries.

Even so, he had realized that this might just have been his wishful thinking, and thus hadn’t held high hopes.

He had never imagined that the next time he met Nie Tian, he would present to him a Fruit of Life.

Staring at the wooden box, Wu Ji couldn’t even get out a whole...