Chapter 706: The Golden Bodhi Fruit

Yun Xi felt that this guy was far too narcissistic and had an exceptionally thick skin—she had never encountered anyone like him in the Upper Realm.

“Though you saved my life, there’s no possibility between us,” she carefully worded her rejection, making her stance clear.

“How sorrowful. To part like this, only to meet again when time has shifted the seas and changed the mountains,” Shi Hao shook his head.

“What nonsense are you spouting? Hurry up and leave—the pursuers are coming,” Yun Xi urged, unwilling to continue the conversation. This young powerhouse had no inhibitions and spoke without restraint.

The ancient battlefield was vast, shrouded in wisps of crimson mist—said to be the lingering blood of gods and demons who perished long ago.

The ground was dry and barren, devoid of grass. Scattered bones of various colors—golden, white, black—still retained their luster even after tens of thousands of years.

The two advanced cautiously, frequently altering their route to avoid terrifying creatures, at least True Gods, skirting around their territories.

“So fragrant!” Shi Hao’s nose twitched. His senses were sharp, his divine intuition extraordinary, allowing him to detect the scent—like orchids and musk—immediately.

Soon, Yun Xi caught the scent as well, her expression shifting. Instinct told her this was likely the aroma of a rare treasure nearing maturity.

They exchanged glances, then suppressed their auras, stealthily moving forward until they reached a stone forest, their eyes widening in astonishment.

Through the mist, deep within the stone forest, golden radiance shimmered like flickering flames of gold, dispersing the fog.

Here, the fragrance grew even richer, intoxicating the senses.

“What is that?” Shi Hao’s heart stirred. In this desolate battlefield, such a medicinal aroma was anything but ordinary.

He and Yun Xi sealed their pores, rendering themselves lifeless as they silently traversed the stone forest, drawing closer.

A mountain loomed ahead, veiled in mist and exuding a chilling aura that made their hair stand on end.

“Is that… a mountain of bones?” Yun Xi shuddered, a cold dread creeping up her spine.

Shi Hao narrowed his eyes, his pulse quickening. This place was indeed extraordinary—a bone mountain stood before them, towering thousands of feet high, wreathed in dark clouds and oppressive killing intent.

An invisible, overwhelming force pressed down, making it hard to breathe.

The bone mountain was eerily silent, composed of countless skeletons—golden giants, flood dragons, humans—piled densely together to form its structure.

This was no benevolent place. Just standing here sent chills down their spines.

The fragrance emanated from one side of the bone mountain, where golden light flickered like flames, the rich scent filling their nostrils, intoxicating them.

Exchanging wary glances, they grew even more cautious. This place was sinister—if they encountered a True God, they’d be in grave danger.

Circling around the bone mountain, they finally glimpsed the source of the fragrance—their hearts skipping a beat.

A small tree, barely half a meter tall, with three branches covered in golden leaves—though dull and withered.

Among its leaves hung a golden fruit, the size of a fist, exuding an intense fragrance. Its golden glow pulsed like fire.

A heavenly treasure!

This was undoubtedly an extraordinary fruit—just one glance confirmed its rarity.

“What kind of miraculous herb is this?” Shi Hao pondered.

“I think I know—it might be the legendary Golden Bodhi Fruit,” Yun Xi said.

The fruit was ripe, while the tree withered, having exhausted its essence to nourish the fruit, condensing all its vitality into it.

“Golden Bodhi Fruit—the sacred treasure said to be infinitely more precious than Blood Soul Grass?” Shi Hao was stunned.

“Exactly. It must be it,” Yun Xi nodded.

In this blood-soaked plain, certain rare herbs were beyond priceless. Blood Soul Grass was already a favorite among explorers, fetching exorbitant prices if taken outside.

But the Golden Bodhi Fruit was a chance encounter—exceedingly rare and perilous to harvest, often guarded by formidable creatures in the most dangerous zones.

Legends said it couldn’t be consumed alone—its potency was too overwhelming, far more dangerous than Blood Soul Grass.

“You once said that Ape Demons could achieve ultimate body refinement by consuming Blood Soul Grass and Golden Bodhi Fruit—this is it?” Shi Hao asked.

“Ordinary Ape Demons only consume Blood Soul Grass. Golden Bodhi Fruit is far rarer—ingesting it can evolve them into Vajra Demons, transforming them into entirely new beings,” Yun Xi explained.

“Such a thing exists?” Shi Hao was amazed.

Yun Xi nodded solemnly.

According to her, this fruit was a true rarity, a heavenly treasure countless would pay fortunes for, yet few could obtain.

Refined with other herbs, its essence could strengthen the soul—far surpassing Blood Soul Grass.

Moreover, it could further enhance and solidify the immunity to magical attacks!

Yet it was also lethally dangerous—consumed recklessly, the body would explode, the soul reduced to ashes.

“A peerless treasure!” Shi Hao licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with desire.

Yun Xi warned him sternly—this fruit couldn’t be eaten carelessly. Only a few races could withstand its potency.

They scanned the area, searching for guardians. Such treasures were surely protected by terrifying creatures.

“Seems empty,” Yun Xi murmured.

“Wait—look there,” Shi Hao pointed to the base of the bone mountain.

“A skeleton,” Yun Xi’s heart skipped.

At first glance, it blended into the bone mountain—only the bone saber resting on its knees marked its presence.

Shi Hao studied it, sensing a dormant flame within its skull—a force that could shatter heaven and earth if unleashed.

“A True God,” he concluded.

Yun Xi paled. Such a being was beyond their ability to challenge.

“What a pity. If we could take this fruit, it could trade for an immensely powerful divine ability,” Yun Xi lamented.

“Seems its value exceeds my imagination,” Shi Hao mused.

“Properly refined, Blood Soul Grass nourishes the soul, but Golden Bodhi Fruit elevates divine sense directly—imagine the implications!”

Shi Hao inhaled sharply. Strengthening the soul was priceless. His determination to obtain it burned fiercer.

“We need a plan,” he murmured.

“Fortunately, it’s a Bone God, not an Ape Demon. It has no use for the fruit,” Yun Xi noted.

“Perfect!” Shi Hao brightened.

“Strange—just one Bone God shouldn’t be enough to guard such a treasure. How has it survived?” Yun Xi wondered.

“A True God isn’t enough to protect Golden Bodhi Fruit?” Shi Hao was shocked.

“Indeed. Once discovered, it would spark a war,” Yun Xi said gravely.

Shi Hao scanned the area but found no other creatures—until he studied the bone mountain again.

“Wait—Yun Xi, doesn’t this mountain resemble something?”

“It’s… a tomb!” Yun Xi shuddered.

Upon closer inspection, the towering bone structure unmistakably resembled a grave—chilling to the core.

The white skeleton seemed like a tomb guardian, its bone saber resting on its knees.

“A land of great peril!”

They retreated silently. Even Shi Hao’s immunity had limits—against beings far beyond his level, danger was inevitable.

“Perhaps obtaining the Golden Bodhi Fruit could enhance my ability further,” he mused.

They didn’t act rashly, instead withdrawing to lure pursuers—preferably toward the bone mountain.

Yet when they needed pursuers most, none came. After a day of laying traps and formations, no enemies appeared.

Only two days later did foes arrive.

Dozens of fierce birds darkened the sky, many ignited with divine fire—one particularly radiant.

“A True God sits atop that Firecloud Sparrow!” Shi Hao narrowed his eyes—this was dire.

“That’s the leader of the Hundred Beasts Mercenary Corps—a Dragon Sparrow,” Yun Xi guessed.

Behind them, a man and woman exuded terrifying auras, their brows marked with purple runes—True Gods of the War Clan.

Shi Hao’s breath caught. Three True Gods—how could they resist? Discovery meant certain death.

Thankfully, their formations concealed them.

“Go!”

They couldn’t stay. Shi Hao pulled Yun Xi underground, vanishing with a spatial stride.

Their traps were set—clues leading the pursuers straight to the bone mountain.

Even if they didn’t find the duo, the Golden Bodhi Fruit would ignite a frenzy.

No one could resist such a treasure—strengthening the soul was a transcendent opportunity.

The soul was more mysterious than the flesh. Enhancing it was a qualitative leap—who wouldn’t be tempted?

“So this is the legendary Golden Bodhi Fruit!” The mercenaries soon arrived, their excitement unrestrained.

The three True Gods acted swiftly, scanning the area before reaching for the fruit with divine hands.