Chapter 781

"This is the root of the Tree God. You promised to materialize me," Awuli said.

Ang nodded for the seventh time, no different from the first time. Instead, Negris became impatient and said unpleasantly: "Got it, got it, you've said it eight hundred times."

Awuli tilted its head and thought, saying very seriously: "Not eight hundred times, you promised to materialize me."

Ang nodded for the eighth time.

Negris lost his temper and said: "Truly stupider than a sheep. How is Ang so patient? He's still so patient after eight hundred times."

Anthony glanced at him sideways without making a sound.

Negris immediately turned his head away tactfully.

Anthony whispered: "Among those Master has taken in, which one is easy? Besides, without patience, it's impossible to nurture new seeds."

Negris thought about it, and it was true. Little Angel, Little Zombie, Big Bone, White Throat, not many are easy to deal with. Without some patience, they really couldn't be brought up well. He underestimated this dead skeleton.

Ang used the patience of nurturing seedlings to lead Awuli to the root of the giant tree. After arriving here, Awuli didn't stop but lifted its legs and 'walked' onto the trunk, stepping on the trunk composed of light, walking upward.

Although a bit surprised, everyone followed it onto the trunk. After all, this is just a consciousness space, and the laws outside don't work here.

Sure enough, after walking onto the trunk, everyone's perception changed. The tree roots seemed to become the ground, and the original ground became a rock wall. Of course, these things were composed of light, and all had only outline and texture lines, just like a sketch drawn with colored pens.

Walking and walking, Ang discovered that the light on the ground outlined the outline of a fruit. Out of curiosity, Ang reached out and pointed at the fruit.

A fruit the size of a watermelon, but with a smooth skin like a cherry, slowly materialized.

Ang held it in his hand and asked: "This is, what?"

"It has no name. Remember to materialize me," Awuli said.

Ang nodded and said: "Has what, effect?"

Awuli tilted its head: "I don't know. Maybe you'll think it's delicious. I think it's delicious."

Anthony said: "Looks like a very rare fruit. Why not find someone to try it?"

"Not yet. It has eaten it, and doesn't know what effect it has? Could it be fooling us?" Negris said hesitantly.

Anthony shook his head: "This is the normal reaction. Do elves think there's any effect when they eat life fruit? No, they are used to it, but short-lived species will extend their lifespan when they eat it."

"Elves are already like this, not to mention it's a consciousness entity. It won't know what effect it will have on other creatures. It's already a rare thing; it's impossible for other creatures to have eaten it all. How could it still be rare then."

Negris realized: "Oh, right. In novels, there are often rare item appraisals. I always feel this kind of plot is strange. It's already a rare item, how can just anyone appraise it? If anyone can appraise it, can it be called rare?"

"Right, it must be that kind of god with profound knowledge and rich experience who can deduce and appraise it through other similar items. So you eat it and appraise it," Anthony said.

Negris said unpleasantly: "I knew you wanted to pit me. Why don't you eat it and appraise it?"

"You have profound knowledge, you are the God of Knowledge. I don't even know what species or attribute it is; I can't appraise it even if I eat it," Anthony said.

Negris rolled his eyes: "Although I know you want to pit me, you speak nicely, so I'll reluctantly appraise it."

After finishing, he took a bite of the fruit, immediately shuddered, widened his eyes exaggeratedly, and said with an incredible expression: "So delicious—yeah." The tone was exaggerated to the point of carrying a tail tremor.

"Is it that exaggerated? Why do I feel like you're the kind of person who eats a sour lemon and insists it's sweet, trying to pit others into it?" Anthony looked suspiciously at Negris's performance.

"No, no, no, not lying to you, it's really delicious. Not delicious in terms of taste, but delicious on the soul level. It seems to hook up all the best memories in your memory, making you feel good from head to toe. It's too magical, you come and try," Negris said excitedly.

Anthony shook his head firmly: "No, you eat more if it's delicious. Do you feel anything?"

Negris didn't pester him either, because it was truly delicious, not on the taste buds, but on a soul level. Taking a bite could hook up all the beautiful tastes in memory, making people tremble in body and mind.

If one had to use a metaphor, perhaps only the legendary spiritual union of succubi could be compared.

"Really that delicious?" Seeing Negris gnawing so happily, Anthony knew it wasn't the kind of 'lemon is sweet' hard talk, and couldn't help but want to try what deliciousness on the soul level felt like. But just as he finished speaking, he stared blankly behind Negris.

Ang also looked behind Negris, and everyone looked over. There appeared an outline of an ancient dragon outlined by light, maintaining the same action as Negris.

This outline was not a proportional enlargement of Negris, but a projection of another more ancient form, just as a cat's shadow is a fierce tiger. The light outline was also a form more inclined toward an ancient dragon.

"This... Lord Negris, you look back," Anthony couldn't help but remind.

Negris took a bite of the fruit, smacked his lips, turned his head to look, and then froze on the spot. After a long while, he chewed the fruit again and said vaguely: "This is my consciousness projection, right? This fruit strengthened my consciousness? Atavism?"

"So this kind of fruit can strengthen consciousness? This, Lord Negris..." Anthony smiled kindly.

Negris knew what he wanted to do as soon as he heard it, stuffed all the remaining fruit into his mouth in two or three bites, swallowed it whole, humph, you didn't try it when I asked you to just now, and now you want to share? Dream on.

Anthony looked at the Little Angel and the Little Zombie, and everyone nodded with tacit understanding, swooshing and scattering in all directions.

Not long after, Anthony shouted loudly: "Master, there is one here."

Not long after, the Little Angel also shouted: "Ao!"

The Little Zombie also shouted: "Ao."

After a search, everyone found a full twenty fruits, all materialized and collected by Ang.

However, this quantity was far below everyone's imagination. Such a large tree, yet only twenty of these fruits? Impossible, right.

"Could it be that they all grow on the canopy?" Negris asked.

Awuli said: "No, this kind of fruit only grows on the trunk. What grows on the canopy is another kind."

"Another kind? What kind of fruit is the other kind?" Negris became interested. The fruit on the trunk could strengthen its consciousness, so what magical effect would the fruit on the canopy have?

Awuli shook its head: "Don't know. I didn't name it."

Alright, this guy doesn't know anything when asked. It's estimated that it can't be the Spirit of the God Tree. Such a stupid Spirit of the God Tree, if it can control the God Tree, then the God Tree must be very stupid.

Ang carefully checked Negris's soul, consciousness, and body, and found that they all had a certain enhancement, especially consciousness, but there were no negative effects.

After confirming there was no problem, he distributed one fruit each to the Little Angel, Little Zombie, and Anthony, and put the rest away for the time being.

"Aren't you eating?" Negris asked.

Ang shook his head: "Don't eat, strong enough."

"Alright, alright, I know your soul is strong enough, consciousness fruit can't strengthen you. So strong, you materialized the whole tree, then wouldn't we have a Myriad World God Tree?" The first half of the sentence might just be wanting to complain, but for the second half, Negris's eyes lit up.