"Dao Fruit, heh…"
The Buddha Mother was suppressed in the Guixu, looking up at that massive, Heaven-Reaching hand, and muttered to himself:
"A thousand schemes, ten thousand gambits, all to finally attain the Dao Fruit, but…"
"It seems there are differences between Dao Fruits as well."
He lowered his eyelids slightly, his expression growing more and more indifferent. As if sighing, as if lamenting, he continued to mutter to himself:
"Even after attaining the Dao Fruit, I still have to follow someone's will. I'm still… a target for anyone to bully."
"This Dao Fruit Position is meaningless."
In a daze, the Buddha Mother recalled many, many things.
He had only possessed his Dao Fruit for a few tens of thousands of years in real time,
