Forging Bone into a Spear

God's Feast looked like a stomach from the outside, but inside, it was far more than just a stomach. It contained countless messy, disorderly regions.

Because God's Feast was so enormous, some organs occupied very little space and could not be seen from the outside unless it was dissected.

Everything Owl knew about God's Feast came from the Great Eating Sutra. The problem was that God's Feast was a strange creature that mutated with every generation. Every God's Feast was bound to be different. So although he knew this was supposed to be a lung, he still did not dare let down his guard. That was why he had first told Sa to keep her distance.

Perhaps the Great Eating Sutra recorded this spot as a lung, but in the God's Feast they had encountered, it was not a lung at all, but another stomach.

What if opening it caused a flood of gastric acid to gush out?

Therefore, though he had appeared calm and unruffled just now, he had actually been exceedingly cautious.

He and Sa waited in the intestinal passage for a while. Only after no more yellow foul gas emerged did they slowly descend. Then, with a push against the flesh wall behind them, they gradually entered the passageway.

"It still stinks." Sa tugged on Owl's clothes and let him lead her forward slowly. Covering her nose and mouth with one hand, she whispered, "It's so disgusting."

Owl nodded. "Yeah, it reeks. This smell is like rotten eggs mixed with swill."

"Don't say that." Sa shot Owl a speechless look. With his description, she felt that it smelled even worse.

The two continued floating ahead. A great number of forks appeared before them. Sa looked at Owl, and Owl shrugged. "I don't know. This is the part