The Glazed Body takes shape

More than a dozen pieces of dragon kidney sizzled on the fire, their surfaces golden and lightly charred.

Fat dripped into the flames with tantalizing hisses. Mingled with the rich aroma unique to the Seventh-Turn Dragon Race, the scent spread through the bamboo grove, making everyone's mouth water.

Even these men, who were accustomed to delicacies from mountains and seas, could not help their eyes gleaming at the flesh of a Seventh Turn Demon Race being.

A Seventh Turn expert, whether in the present or the past, stood at the very summit of the pyramid.

Such flesh could only be encountered by chance, never sought at will. Probably not a single person present had ever tasted it.

Li Xiao distributed the roasted kidneys. Shi Xin made no fuss, accepting a piece and stuffing it into his mouth without concern for the heat.

Ordinarily, kidneys should have carried a rank, gamey smell.

But for a being at the Seventh Turn, cultivation was fundamentally a process of evolving toward a higher level of existence. At that realm, the flesh had long since shed the unpleasant flavors of mortal things, leaving only pure qi and blood essence and a rich fragrance.

Shi Xin chewed a few times, his eyes brightening slightly. Though he said nothing, his actions spoke for themselves.

The others abandoned all restraint and began feasting.

Li Xiao took a large bite as well. Instantly, scalding, savage vitality exploded in his mouth, pouring down his throat like molten lava and coursing through every limb and bone.

The immense power of qi and blood flushed his face crimson, and his entire body seemed to burn.

Yet as that vitality washed through him, the corpse mark on his calf, which had still been slowly spreading, began visibly receding. The potent yang energy within