Chapter 0418: The Sacred Fruit of Heaven and Earth

“He’s inside!”
“It seems that even if one isn’t from the six great families of the Netherworld, as long as they possess the right bloodline, they can still enter the Land of Forgetfulness!”
The gods around saw the Yellow Dragon disappear and began to marvel and discuss among themselves.
If one couldn’t enter the Land of Forgetfulness, they would be repelled by the energy of the teleportation array’s light column.
Bishop and Fide saw that the Yellow Dragon could enter the Land of Forgetfulness, so their expressions naturally turned grim.
“Grandpa,” Fide said to Bishop beside him, a hint of worry appearing on his face.
“If that Yellow Dragon can enter the Land of Forgetfulness, his strength can’t be that great. You have those three top-tier ninth-grade divine artifacts—what’s there to worry about?!” Bishop knew what his grandson was worried about. He glared and his expression darkened.
Fide was naturally worried about encountering the Yellow Dragon once inside the Land of Forgetfulness. Now, among the 300 chosen youths, everyone was privately discussing this entry into the Land of Forgetfulness. Of course, everyone was discussing—or rather praying—that they wouldn’t run into the Yellow Dragon there.
Everyone had witnessed the terror of the Yellow Dragon during the trials. Especially Fan Lending, De Cheng, Sid, Saxton, and even Augus, who finished in second place.
“Yes, Grandpa!” Fide replied hastily, lowering his head.
“Incompetent wretch!” Bishop grew furious upon thinking of his grandson’s ranking in these trials. Sixth? Although sixth sounded good, it was worlds apart from what he had expected. He had thought that with his grandson’s strength, plus the three top-tier ninth-grade divine artifacts he had given him, his grandson could easily win first place. But unexpectedly, he didn’t even make it to fifth.
Moreover, he had intended for his grandson to “teach” the Yellow Dragon a lesson during the trials. But now it seemed that this incompetent fool was already terrified of the Yellow Dragon’s might, even worrying about encountering it in the Land of Forgetfulness ahead!
Hearing Bishop’s scolding, Fide’s face turned red with shame, and he dared not say anything more.
After the Yellow Dragon, it was Augus from the Terrence family’s turn. Soon, it was Fide’s turn, who ranked sixth.
Before long, all 300 youths from the six great families entered the Land of Forgetfulness through the teleportation array. Once all of them were inside, the colorful light columns slowly retracted from the ground into the sky. Eventually, the runes high above also faded gradually until they disappeared from everyone’s sight.
The Land of Forgetfulness was now closed.

A year later, it will open again, and that will be the time when the three hundred disciples emerge. However, whether those three hundred disciples who enter will be able to come out is uncertain—perhaps only two hundred, or even fewer. In the past, the highest death toll resulted in just over a hundred disciples emerging.

The gods dispersed.

Bradd, Bog, and the others returned to the mountain cave to wait for the Yellow Dragon to emerge after a year. But after this competition ended, Marshall felt there was no need to stay any longer and left. Before departing, he told Bradd, Bog, and the others that he would also attend the interdimensional war in a hundred thousand years.

Originally, interdimensional wars held little appeal for supreme gods at the Great Perfection stage, and few such gods would participate. Marshall had not gone since achieving that status either. But this time, the Yellow Dragon’s challenge to Bishop piqued his interest.

After being transported into the Land of Forgetfulness, when the Yellow Dragon opened his eyes again, he found himself in a valley.

He extended his divine sense and discovered that the valley was not large, covering only a few dozen miles square. Yet, there were plenty of spiritual herbs and rare fruits within, and the entire valley was filled with a fragrant aroma.

“It seems the rumors are true,” the Yellow Dragon thought to himself.

The higher one’s rank, the closer they would be transported to the center of the Land of Forgetfulness, and the denser the spiritual energy would be.

Naturally, the Yellow Dragon collected all these spiritual herbs and rare fruits into the Five Pits Divine Cauldron.

Although these herbs and fruits were not as valuable as the Heavenly Sacred Fruits and Nether Beads, they were still rare materials for crafting pills if left outside.

After gathering all the herbs and fruits in the valley into the Five Pits Divine Cauldron, the Yellow Dragon flew above the valley and used his Heavenly Eye divine sense to observe the surroundings. However, to his surprise, when he used his Heavenly Eye, he could only see up to a hundred thousand miles around—anything further was obscured, as if by some unknown force.

“A restriction?” a thought flashed through the Yellow Dragon’s mind.

It seemed that finding the Heavenly Sacred Fruits and Nether Beads would be more difficult now. Initially, the Yellow Dragon thought that once inside the Land of Forgetfulness, using his Heavenly Eye and Heavenly Ear divine senses would make it easy to locate the thirty Heavenly Sacred Fruits and ten Nether Beads. But now, things were not as simple as he had imagined.

Yet, this situation seemed different from before?

The Yellow Dragon had also inquired about some aspects of the Land of Forgetfulness from Chester and Fat Francis, but they never mentioned any restrictions.

After pondering for a while, he summoned the Wind-Flame Dragon Scale, determined the direction, and rode it southeastward.

Although Huang Long is currently in the heart of the Land of Forgetfulness, this core area is no smaller than the Corner of Forgetfulness. At Huang Long’s speed on Wind-Flame Dragon Ling, it would take months to explore it once around.
“Master, isn’t the taste of this Heavenly Fruit quite wonderful?” Wind-Flame Dragon Ling asked while riding on Huang Long, then smacked its lips.
“Well, indeed, it’s quite good,” Huang Long replied, recalling the moment he swallowed the Heavenly Fruit, and smiled at Wind-Flame Dragon Ling.
Wind-Flame Dragon Ling’s eyes lit up as it turned to look at Huang Long eagerly. “Master, I heard that there’s a chance of gaining a special ability after swallowing that Heavenly Fruit.”
Huang Long smiled. “Just say directly that you also want to taste it then. I remember last time, when you devoured that Thousand-Eyed Illusion Beast, you didn’t seem to gain any illusion powers, did you?”
Back when Huang Long was in the Runing family, during the century-long trial mission in the Nimeng Mountains, they encountered that Thousand-Eyed Illusion Beast. After Wind-Flame Dragon Ling devoured it using a secret technique, it was said there was a 90% chance of gaining illusion powers, but in the end, it turned out to be that 10% failure rate.
Hearing Huang Long mention this, Wind-Flame Dragon Ling also felt frustrated. “It must be because it was my first time using that secret technique, that’s why it didn’t work.” Then it turned around and grinned. “But Master, this time, we probably won’t fail.”
“Alright, we’ll see when we find it. If we do, the Heavenly Fruit will surely be yours,” said Huang Long.
In fact, for Huang Long, the most important goal of entering the Land of Forgetfulness this time was to find those ten Nether Beads, so as to restore his severely damaged soul.
According to Huang Long’s estimate, those ten Nether Beads should be enough to restore 70% of his soul’s strength from his past life.
So, Huang Long rode Wind-Flame Dragon Ling deeper into the core of the Land of Forgetfulness. Yet after five days, he found nothing—not even a trace of the Nether Beads or the Heavenly Fruit.
Since he couldn’t find the Heavenly Fruit or Nether Beads, he encountered many other rare herbs, fruits, and minerals along the way. Judging from his experience, many of these minerals didn’t belong to the Netherworld or even the main divine planes, but rather to the Chaos Divine Plane.
“Hey!” Ten days later, suddenly, Huang Long, who was still riding Wind-Flame Dragon Ling, let out an exclamation of surprise.
“Master, what’s wrong?” Wind-Flame Dragon Ling asked, puzzled.
“It seems like you’ll get to taste the Heavenly Fruit soon,” Huang Long said with a smile as he turned around.
“Master, are you saying you’ve found the Heavenly Fruit?” Wind-Flame Dragon Ling was overjoyed and smacked its lips.

Huang Long nodded, then pointed in a certain direction, ordering the Wind-Flame Dragon Qilin to go there. Immediately, the Wind-Flame Dragon Qilin, along with Huang Long, transformed into a ball of fiery red light and rushed in the direction indicated by Huang Long.

It wasn’t long before Huang Long and the Wind-Flame Dragon Qilin arrived at the place he had pointed to. Not far ahead, on the ground, stood a jade-white tree over ten meters tall, with a four-cornered white fruit growing at its very top, emitting a faint golden glow—precisely the Heavenly Sacred Fruit that Huang Long recognized.

“Master, is this the Heavenly Sacred Fruit?!” The Wind-Flame Dragon Qilin stared at the fruit on top of the jade tree, its eyes unblinking, glowing with golden light just like the fruit itself.

Huang Long nodded, then waved his hand, and a surge of immortal energy enveloped the Heavenly Sacred Fruit, bringing it back. “It’s a pity there’s only one,” said Huang Long.

Each tree of the Heavenly Sacred Fruit bears only one fruit.

Seeing the Wind-Flame Dragon Qilin’s eager expression, Huang Long couldn’t help but laugh. He then told it to open its mouth and swallow the fruit. After swallowing it, the Wind-Flame Dragon Qilin began to use secret techniques to absorb its medicinal effects.

Watching the Wind-Flame Dragon Qilin absorb the fruit, Huang Long went over to the jade tree from which it originated. Suddenly, he felt a tremor within the Netherworld Divine Tree in the Immortal Pavilion inside his forehead, as if it had encountered something it desired, trying to break free from the Immortal Pavilion. An idea struck Huang Long, and he summoned the Immortal Pavilion.

As the Immortal Pavilion was summoned, the roots of the Netherworld Divine Tree stretched out. Just as it had absorbed the divine essences of godly warriors before, it instantly enveloped the jade tree. To Huang Long’s astonishment, after a brief period of devouring, the jade tree disappeared—actually, it was completely absorbed by the Netherworld Divine Tree.

“How could this Netherworld Divine Tree consume the tree that gives birth to the Heavenly Sacred Fruit?” Huang Long wondered in shock.

Could it be that this Netherworld Divine Tree also originated from the Chaos Divine Realm?

Huang Long had a vague feeling that the Heavenly Sacred Fruit might also be from the Chaos Divine Realm.

After absorbing the jade tree, the white light from the roots of the Netherworld Divine Tree grew brighter, and a liquid resembling jade seemed to flow between the roots. Aside from that, nothing unusual happened.

With lingering doubts, Huang Long retracted the Immortal Pavilion and the Netherworld Divine Tree back into his body.

A few days later, the Wind-Flame Dragon Qilin regained consciousness. It raised its head and let out a dragon roar, its aura growing stronger before gradually calming down.

Huang Long came over upon seeing this. “Master!” The Wind-Flame Dragon Qilin approached Huang Long and spoke.