A Big Meatball Was Born. Netherworld Courtyard.
Amid gusts of sinister wind, Lu Xuan calmed his mind and focused his breath, gazing at the Dark Red Stone before him.
The stone kept swelling and shrinking, as if it were breathing.
Lu Xuan sensed its craving for flesh and blood, and immediately took out the corpse of an enormous Fourth Grade Demon Beast.
The Dark Red Stone detected the aura of Demon Beast Blood Meat, and its breathing grew even more urgent. Suddenly, a huge mouth covered in countless tiny granulations appeared on its surface. An entire large chunk of Demon Beast Meat turned into a cloud of blood mist and surged into the huge mouth in an instant.
The hard surface of the stone seemed to molt, constantly turning brittle and crumbling away, and a round, plump meatball bounced out from within.
The meatball was the size of a washbasin, its body pale red. At its top, a pink-white eye the size of a fist moved slowly, the eyeball spinning about.
The pale red flesh clinging to its body rose and fell slightly like waterweed, and occasionally, one could glimpse the many tightly closed lips within.
"A Disaster-Class Evil Spirit? This?"
Lu Xuan looked at this big meatball that seemed somewhat adorable, and such a thought flashed through his mind.
Evil Spirits inherently meant terror, chaos, slaughter, sinister wickedness, and the like, to say nothing of Disaster-Class Evil Spirits. Each one could bring great calamity and disaster to the Cultivation World. Yet on this newly born Flesh Spirit God before him, none of those traits could be seen at all.
The big meatball seemed to know that Lu Xuan had nurtured it into being. It bounced over to his side, circled around him, and looked at Lu Xuan with its