Time flowed on, and several years passed in a blur.
Green, Little Eight, Yeye, and Labu stood outside the altar of the Corpse-Refining Synthesis Formation, watching the black flaming giant egg within as runes surged across the altar. Feeling the vigorous, powerful heartbeat inside, they were filled with anticipation as they welcomed the birth of a brand-new life.
Crack!
The crisp sound made Green, Little Eight, and Yeye all catch their breath at once. Their mouths hung open, their expressions identical, perfectly in sync.
"Wife, darling, Queen Yeye, it's coming out! Little Wan is coming out!"
Little Eight hugged Yeye, utterly thrilled, only for Yeye to shove him aside as she shouted, "Don't block me!"
Beneath the Face of Truth, Green's tri-colored eyes brimmed with anticipation as he stared on. That intimate sensation of blood connection grew denser, stronger, and more intense.
Crack, crack, crack, crack...
More and more fissures spread across the eggshell.
"Phew..."
At the same time, Green let out a breath and said to Little Eight, "Don't worry. What's inside is a mature synthesized beast, not a juvenile. In other words, Little Wan has already successfully completed its life transformation."
"Yeah! I knew my son—"
Roar!
An ecstatic roar came from the Corpse-Refining Synthesis altar. Black flames surged outward, and the thousand-meter-wide altar beneath the eggshell shattered piece by piece. Then, a head blazing with fierce black flames emerged from the shell.
"It's Little Wan! It really is Little Wan!"
Yeye hugged Little Eight and cried out. Amid his delight, Green's Face of Truth was gathering all manner of data on the Flame-Soul Myriad-Headed Bird, beginning with the temperature of its elemental body.
"Fire element, 44,000 to 72,000 degrees."
Then, beneath the Face of Truth, Green's tri-colored eyes turned toward the giant serpent-like flaming head that had