Mysterious space.
Ren Feifan's consciousness entered within.
"How can there be a black fruit?"
Moreover, he was surprised to find that the little sapling had grown a bit, and some branches and leaves seemed to be gradually turning black.
This was clearly not withering, but as if contaminated by some power.
Could it be because of the stele's consumption?
The key point is that he hadn't figured out the origin of the stele before it was consumed by the little sapling.
Is this a good thing or a bad thing? It remains uncertain.
Ren Feifan's gaze fell onto the black fruit again.
Perhaps because the fruit hadn't grown large, it was only about a quarter of a fist in size.
The surface of the fruit was covered with Sanskrit characters, and a thread of cursed power seemed to continuously seep out.
Ren Feifan reached out to touch it; a cold voice instantly emerged from the little sapling!
"Don't touch it!"
Ren Feifan was stunned and hurriedly withdrew his hand.
