Chapter 1757: Fruit of Fate

Ye Qing’s face turned a little ugly after listening to Lingyu’s explanation. The reason he came here was to search for the evil suppressing spiritual treasure. If before they had a seventy or eighty percent chance of success, this encounter with the tree had just dropped that chance to a pitiful thirty, if not lower.

Old Man Turtle’s face was even darker than his. After all, his situation was worse.

It was clear that Old Man Turtle had encountered the Fate Taking Tree when he first came to Dong Ji. Although he ultimately managed to escape, the tree had also managed to steal a portion of his fate. Now, he ran into it a second time and lost yet another portion of his fate. It was unlucky to the max to say the least.

In fact, Ye Qing strongly suspected that this wasn’t a coincidence. It was most likely the result of fate.

Naturally, that was quite terrifying.

Feng Qingyou spoke up suddenly. “Can we recover our lost fate if we retrieve our corresponding Fruits of Fate?”

Lingyu shook her head uncertainly. “I’m not sure. The book didn’t mention it... but big sis Feng, surely you’re not planning to pluck the Fruits of Fate, are you? You musn’t! The Fate Taking Tree is too terrible. It’s best if we don’t take the risk at all and just leave!”

Ye Qing mulled over Feng Qingyou’s idea before answering, “We can give it a try.”

Old Man Turtle did not even hesitate. “I have no qualms with this plan.”

“Hello? Did you not hear what I just said?”

Lingyu grew anxious when she saw this. “Are you suicidal? There’s no need to take such a risk!”

“You—”

Before Lingyu could finish, Ye Qing flicked her on the forehead. There was a soft thwack, and the little girl was sent flying into the sky like a shooting star. She was gone in just the blink of an eye, leaving behind only her cries of shock and astonishment.

“Elder, Joyless, guard me. I will take our Fruits of Fate.”

Pentachromatic clouds surrounded Feng Qingyou and ripped a gap in the chaotic, orderless space around her. The gap rapidly grew and annihilated everything in its path; turning everything back to nothingness.

Feng Qingyou followed the gap and casually strolled up to the Fate Taking Tree. Then, she plucked the Fruit of Fate that belonged to her.

Feng Qingyou’s action seemed to anger the Fate Taking Tree. Its branches and leaves rustled furiously, and fusing water and fire scattered everywhere all of a sudden, stirring up streams of chaos and warping time and space.

Thang...

It was at this moment a bell chimed. The dancing water and fire immediately calmed down, the distorted space returned to normal, and the chaotic world immediately regained its order.

It was like someone drew the curtains of a grand show before it could even begin.

While this was going on, Feng Qingyou seized the opportunity to pluck Ye Qing, Old Man Turtle and Lingyu’s Fruits of Fate.

If the Fate Taking Tree wasn’t enraged before, it was now. Every fruit on the tree abruptly fell off their branches and landed in the lake.

At the same time, many silhouettes walked out of the lake.

Some of the silhouettes were humans, and some were Strangers. They were blurry and indistinguishable like they were composed of countless distorted and non-existent lines. One could see the outline and vaguest shape of their appearance, but that was it.

Despite their indistinct quality, the aura the silhouettes gave off were anything but harmless.

As the silhouettes walked toward Feng Qingyou, the space suppressed by the Earthly Sovereign Bell immediately started bubbling furiously like boiling water. It was starting to fall apart once more.

“Get away, Miss Feng!”

Old Man Turtle shouted as a pool of clear water appeared on his palm. When he tilted it, a river of Profound Nether Spirit Water poured right on top of the silhouettes.

The Profound Nether Spirit Water was absolutely yin and cold and capable of freezing all things. It froze the silhouettes in just the blink of an eye.

But before Old man Turtle could heave a sigh of relief, those silhouettes walked out of the river as if they weren’t affected by the Profound Nether Spirit Water in the slightest.

Old Man Turtle paled, but it was too late. The silhouettes looked like they were walking slowly, but they really reached Feng Qingyou in just the blink of an eye. They reached up and made a grab for her.

Their hands disintegrated into nothing when they made contact with the pentachromatic clouds, but a hole also appeared in the cloud. It looked as if the silhouettes had dug a hole in it.

If it was just one silhouette, then it was not a problem. However, the silhouettes were endless and innumerable. It wasn’t long before a thin layer of pentachromatic cloud was still protecting Feng Qingyou.

She was also trapped inside the distorted streams of chaos, unable to leave.

Thang...

At a critical moment, the Earthly Sovereign Bell rang, and the profound light shone. The silhouettes were instantly ground into nothing by the Earthly Sovereign Bell’s immense power.

However, the silhouettes rapidly regenerated from nothing and touched the profound light, causing it to lose its luster and disappear into nothing in the blink of an eye.

“Are they unkillable?”

In the sky, a severe-looking Ye Qing bent his fingers and struck the Earthly Sovereign Bell, hard.

When the divine strikes a spirit bell, light shines eternal.

It was as if the sun had suddenly risen to the sky and illuminated everything. Wherever the light traveled, the spacetime distorted by the silhouettes was instantly repaired as if by magic, and the streams of chaos were dismantled like a miracle.

“Qingyou!” Ye Qing yelled.

Feng Qingyou understood his meaning and pushed with both hands while spacetime was still normal.

The space before her depressed a little as if an invisible door was pushed open, and Feng Qingyou stepped into it. The next moment, she was gone.

When she reappeared, Feng Qingyou was already beside Ye Qing.

“Let’s go.”

The trio immediately took off after breaking free from the silhouettes.

It wasn’t until they were several kilometers away from the Fate Taking Tree that the silhouettes finally stopped chasing them. They just stood at a distance and stared at the trio with undisguised malice.

“What are those things?”

The trio stopped after confirming that the pursuit had ended. Old Man Turtle was looking at the silhouettes with lingering trepidation.

“Something very evil and terrifying.” Feng Qingyou knew exactly how dangerous they were as she was the only one who had dealt with them at close range. If those silhouettes had managed to touch her, she reckoned that her flesh and power would disappear into nothing just like the Supreme Primal Origin Celebratory Cloud had.

It was at this moment the silhouettes turned away and walked back to the lake as if they had given up. A few breaths after they sank back into the lake, new fruits were born on the barren Fate Taking Tree.

After that, the Fate Taking Tree waved its branches and leaves, stirred up the surrounding space once more, and hid itself behind a wall of chaotic streams.

“It can’t do anything to us, so it’s ignoring us instead. How amusing,” Ye Qing said while rubbing his nose.

“Here’s your Fruit of Fate, elder.” Feng Qingyou handed the Fruits of Fate to Old Man Turtle and Ye Qing. “And this is yours, Joyless.”