With the weighty Void-Breaking Crown hanging heavily above his skull, Shi Lei felt like an ancient, pickled radish stuck with a towering bamboo skewer right in the middle of a jar of brine.
The ten-thousand-year-old soy swamp beneath his feet had been squeezed utterly dry, the cracked mud peeling apart in flakes more brittle than scorched pot-crust, crunching audibly beneath his steps.
"The scent... is rich enough... ingredients... fully assembled! The stove-eye... was heated long ago!" The Infant Spirit was rubbing his hands eagerly inside the Dantian (rubbing his hands in thought), while the Formless Golden Core on his belly, flashing with chaotic brilliance like a big white steamed bun waiting for the steamer, shook with a buzzing hum of pure craving.
Chapter 558