Under everyone's expectant gazes, the outer membrane of the blooming flesh lotus before them was gradually absorbed into its interior.
A seven-petaled flower of flesh and blood blossomed before their eyes.
Its lotus petals rotated in an endless cycle, like a loom weaving over and over, ceaseless and seemingly never destined to stop.
This lotus, part animal, part plant, and part machine, was only the size of a bed in its newborn state.
"Now. Send over all the nutrients we prepared."
"The purer the human body and soul first fed into the Flesh-Weaving Machine, the better. Ideally, they should even possess a spirit of self-sacrifice.
"The evil spirit paired with it, however, should be the exact opposite.
"Within the limits the Flesh-Weaving Machine can withstand at its current level, it should be as evil, depraved, and hateful as possible.
"It's similar to consecrating a machine.
"With sufficient nutrients, its future quality can be raised by half a tier.
"As for the Flesh-Weaving Machine on the evil spirits' side, I only used very ordinary human souls and evil spirits at the beginning.
"So long as this Flesh-Weaving Machine keeps advancing, it will surpass that one sooner or later."
Wu Heng's words greatly encouraged the spectators around him, including the chief of the Darkness Clan.
These people were the Darkness Clan's foremost pillars.
They were also those who believed in Wu Heng most deeply. The Marrow Eater power within them was, in the end, merely an extension of one of Wu Heng's traits.
Wu Heng had done his best to distance himself from that connection.
Yet these people still possessed an instinctive faith in him, much like how some people would subconsciously feel close to someone who simply seemed especially pleasing to them.
That sense of closeness was inexplicable.
But everyone encountered