The sour, acidic, and scorched smell in the underground cave had not yet completely dissipated!
Shi Lei stepped on the ruins of the "scorched rice crust stewing pot" that had collapsed into a muddy mire. The soul fire in his eye sockets stared straight at the prototype of the Great Yan Void-Consuming Ten-Thousand-Scale Crown that had just been forged...
The dark gold and purple skeleton framework was dripping with dark green willow marrow and turtle fat ointment, occasionally sizzling and popping with a few sparks of the Nirvana True Flame, looking just like a sizzling teppanyaki dish freshly drizzled with hot oil in a back kitchen, its aroma (in every sense of the word) rushing straight to the head!
Chapter 555