Shi Hou set down the large black pot.
With a dull clang, he dumped four Golden Lion heads, each larger than a water vat, into the pot.
The flesh of a pureblood remnant was extraordinarily tough. These eight smaller heads were not illusory manifestations, but the core flesh and blood in which the Nine-Headed Lion lineage stored its divine power, essence, and spirit.
The finest ingredients often needed only the simplest cooking methods.
Shi Hou drew the Purple Thunder Stone Knife and flicked his wrist.
Swish, swish, swish!
The flashing blade wove a dense gray net. The incredibly hard lion skulls and flesh were precisely broken down into evenly sized cubes.
Clear spring water flowed into the large pot. Shi Hou casually pulled out several century-old spirit medicines he had filched from the Heaven Mending Pavilion's Forbidden Land and tossed them straight in.
Tongues of flame licked the bottom of the pot, and the water boiled.
A rich, meaty aroma rose with the churning bubbles as the vast golden divine power within the lions' bones and blood dissolved completely. The broth was no longer clear spring water, but a brilliant golden liquid, shimmering with radiant colors like a pot of molten golden great medicine.
The rich fragrance filled the air.
Carrying the most primal life essence of a primordial remnant, the scent forced its way into their nostrils.
"Oink!" Kang stared with two mung-bean-sized eyes. Drool trailed from its black pig snout in a long, transparent thread and dripped onto its feet. Its little fleshy wings flapped furiously, its front hooves scrabbling at the edge of the stove, as though it wished it could plunge straight into the pot.
"Squeak!" Furball crouched on the other side of the black pot, its golden fur damp from the steam. Its little hands