Inside the Black Pot, golden broth churned violently.
The blood essence of three remnant beasts had fully fused within the Taiyi True Water. A shock wave of essence exploded outward, painting great swathes of the sky above the pot in dazzling colors.
A thin layer of golden oil floated on the amber broth. Whenever a bubble burst, wisps of lightning and fire-aspect essence steamed out.
Nothing concealed the aroma of meat.
Brutal and overbearing, it was like an invisible giant hand clamped around the throat of every living creature within several hundred yards.
Shi Hao rushed up first, grabbed a chunk of Feiyi snake meat still sizzling with fat, and tore into it.
His teeth broke through the fragrant, crisp skin, and rich juices burst in his mouth. Carrying vast amounts of essence imbued with the source power of lightning, they poured down his throat like a scalding torrent washing through every limb and bone.
Shi Hao's eyes instantly lit up.
"So delicious! Skinny Monkey, you put in just the right amount of salt this time!"
Big Red, Kang, and Furball swarmed forward, crowding around the Black Pot and stuffing themselves. Even the little Purple Marten squeezed up to the rim, clutching a piece of meat bigger than its own head and gnawing furiously.
The Nine-Headed Lion stood where it was, deeply conflicted.
That soul-piercing fragrance tugged at its nose, dragging it toward the pot, while its stomach rumbled like thunder.
It desperately wanted to eat.
But when it looked up, its old family friend, the Luan Bird, was circling overhead with a bleeding belly, crying miserably and glaring at them.
Eating its good friend's flesh right in front of that friend-the little boat of their friendship would surely capsize on the spot.
The Nine-Headed Lion swallowed.
Its inner struggle