This pearl-like object was the fruit pit of the Heavenly Underworld Vermillion Fruit. A thin layer of some sticky material covered it.

The pit emitted a thrumming lifeforce. When it rolled onto the wooden table, the table began to creak as sprouts grew out of the wood.

“What a powerful lifeforce,” exclaimed Meng Qi.

“Of course. Without it, this Heavenly Underworld Vermillion Fruit would just be poison. Whoever ate it would die.” Long Chen wiped off some sweat from his forehead. He had been intensely cautious just now. If he had broken the protection of that thin layer protecting the pit, all the fruit’s value would be lost.

What Long Chen wanted was the pit. He sent it to the primal chaos space and buried it in the soil.

However, even after waiting a long time, there was no reaction. In the end, Long Chen carefully buried it in the core of the primal chaos space, a region of black soil. That was a land of death that swallowed any lifeforms.

Within this land...