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Chapter 725: Chapter 31: Lost Fruit
After a brief rest, when his breath had fully calmed, Lynch turned to Kong and asked, "Which area should we clear out next?" He thought there were still vast unknowns waiting to be explored in this expansive Hell Corridor.
Hearing this, Kong habitually raised her hand and traced in the air, summoning a three-dimensional energy map of the 95th Floor. However, when the map was fully displayed, she was slightly stunned, then carefully examined it again, and replied in a tone mixing disbelief with, "...Nothing more."
"Nothing more?" Lynch was taken aback and instinctively questioned, "This floor... is completely cleared?"
He felt they hadn’t been on this floor for long; though the battles were grueling, not much time seemed to have passed. So how had the entire map already been covered entirely in "cleared" blue?
Kong looked at his genuinely baffled expression and couldn’t help but roll her eyes, explaining in a slightly exasperated tone, "How long do you think has passed? The time flow on the upper floors of the Lost Tower is inherently indistinct, especially in strongly rule-suppressed areas like this, which makes it easy for people to overlook the passing of time."
After pausing, she continued in a teasing tone, "And think about it, your Domain Knowledge Law has broken through to the late stage. Is that something that can be done in just three or five days, or a month or two?"
"Just digesting that massive amount of rule knowledge requires a long period of sedimentation."
She seemed to recall something, looking at Lynch with a slight mockery, her tone openly scornful: "Tsk tsk, and you call yourself a wizard who masters the Time Domain, yet your perception of the time flow in your environment is so blurred?"
Being called out by her, Lynch felt slightly embarrassed, rubbing his nose, trying to argue, "Well... maybe because of my close connection with the Time Law, I’m more prone to merging into it and subconsciously ignoring its linear trajectory..." But even he felt this reason was somewhat far-fetched.
However, Kong’s words were like a stone thrown into the lake of his heart, creating ripples. He couldn’t help but marvel internally: ’When did my perception of time become so dull?’
Memory unfolded like pages of a book.
In his childhood, time seemed slow and distinct, a day’s light divided into countless moments, with every breath marking the tick of time.
As an adult, time appeared to quicken its pace, a day often flew by, but at least he could distinctly realize that ’another day had passed.’
Upon setting foot on the Wizard’s Road and entering the Jade Land, even when he’d regularly go into seclusion for years, he always retained an awareness of the passage of time in the depths of his heart, clearly knowing how many years had gone by.
But when did... this acute perception of time gradually become blurry?
A minute, a day, a year... even longer periods of time now felt, in his perception, fundamentally no different from a fleeting second. The river of time continued its flow, yet he seemed to stand upon its banks, watching the water stream past, no longer precisely counting each wave.
Was this change an inevitability brought about by the elevation of his life’s level? Or a certain... detachment from excessive immersion in the pursuit of strength?
"What are you daydreaming about?" Kong asked, interrupting his wandering thoughts, noticing Lynch’s eyes drifting and his face absorbed in contemplation.
Lynch shook his head gently, temporarily suppressing the confusion about his perception of time. Now was not the moment to delve into it.
His gray eyes refocused, shimmering with calm and sharp light, continuing from Kong’s previous words: "Since all the outer regions of this 95th Floor have been cleared, does that mean... we should be preparing to seize the ’Lost Fruit’?"
The "Lost Fruit" was one of the most renowned treasures within the Lost Tower, the ultimate goal for countless powerful wizards, willing to take risks to enter the tower.
It wasn’t an ordinary plant fruit but a condensation of the tower’s Rules and knowledge, found only on the last floor of each major section—
The 35th Floor in the Apprentice Zone, the 60th Floor in the Wizard Zone, the 80th Floor in the Secret Skill Zone, and the 95th Floor where they currently were in the Domain Zone. Of course, it’s said that on higher levels, belonging to the Rules or even the Truth Realm, they exist as well.
Wizards of corresponding power levels consuming the Lost Fruit of the respective level could gain unimaginable benefits, with its core function being to profoundly comprehend the Knowledge Law and achieve a quantum leap, serving as excellent aid for breakthroughs to higher realms.
Kong nodded, her expression also turning serious. She rechecked the marked location of the fruit’s growth area on the map, and said, "Hmm, considering the time, from when we entered this floor until now, several years might have passed in the outside world."
"According to the pattern, the Lost Fruit should be about to mature."
During the final stretch of each cycle of the Lost Tower’s opening, the Lost Fruits on each floor gradually mature, making it the only opportunity for trialists inside the tower to harvest and take them away. Once missed, one would either return empty-handed or wait for the next millennium cycle.
Lynch’s lips curled into a slight, cold arc, edged with long-awaited sharpness, "So then... it’s time to settle old scores with those ’old friends’ from the Tower of Order, isn’t it?"
As they say, knowing oneself and the enemy ensures victory in every battle. Since entering the perilous 95th Floor "Hell Corridor", Lynch immediately began to closely track the movements of those from the Tower of Order.
In this strongly rule-restrained environment, large-scale Spiritual Scans are challenging to perform. Yet Lynch, empowered with the extraordinary perception from the Eye of Death God and keen insight into energy traces, did not actively approach the potential zones of the opposite party; instead, like a seasoned hunter, he pieced together their path through observing minute environmental traces—
Such as the frozen undead remains that shattered from extreme cold forces, energy dissipation waves carrying the Tower of Order’s imprint, and peculiar space disturbances not caused by battling Demons—to reconstruct their route.
Cyrus and others from the Tower of Order seemingly did not deliberately conceal their whereabouts, perhaps due to absolute confidence in their strength, or believing no one could effectively track them under the law suppression of this floor. Hence, Lynch did not face much difficulty in roughly discerning their action patterns.
The investigative outcome deviated from his expectations; the trio from the Tower of Order, upon entering the 95th Floor, appeared to have entirely abandoned the "conventional" path of gaining knowledge inheritance through slaying Magic Creations.
Their route showed high specificity—almost directly advancing towards a specific direction, choosing to detour or evade through speed rather than engaging unless undead creatures proactively blocked their way.
Ultimately, all trails converged on a single destination: the specific spot in the core region of this floor where the Lost Fruit was about to mature.
Lynch rubbed his chin, musing, "After laying groundwork for so long, I wonder how well this shell has been crafted?"