At this moment, it was as if it was offering tributes, slowly handing a black stone the size of a watermelon to the giant tree.

"King of Thousand-Headed Worm, do you want to use my seeds to crack its mystery?"

Mandoshahua said quietly: "I can only bear one fruit every ten thousand years. Although I have accumulated two fruits now, this is to avoid the deterrence of those two continents. It is a waste to use it here."

Faced with Mandoshahua's rejection, the Thousand-Headed Worm King was not surprised.

It continued: "According to the soul inheritance of our clan, the Nine Nether Crystals are likely not a product of this world, but from another world, a world like us. It is precisely because of its appearance that the former spore era will end and usher in the current era of grand events. If it can crack its mystery, I think as great as you, you will definitely be able to surpass them and push this grand event to a higher peak."

Branches float towards the crystals of the Nine Netherworlds.

Mandoshahua carefully observed the Nine Nether Crystals and felt the components in it. It seemed to be moved.

Time passes by minute by minute.

After a long time, it seemed to have made up its mind.

"There is one thing you said a lot. I have indeed felt the long history, the pessimism and despair, and a great will."

The Thousand-Headed Worm King breathes rapidly.
Chapter completed!