Upon arriving in the Nine Yang Secret Realm, a huge stone ball suddenly rolled out in front of Ye Weiming, catching even him off guard and startling him.
While his gaze darted around, instinctively seeking a direction to dodge, the rolling stone ball suddenly stopped a little more than three yards away from him.
Following that, a burst of hearty, wild laughter echoed from the ball, "Hahahaha... I haven't eaten human flesh for so long, and here today, prey has delivered itself to my door. This is perfect for breaking my fast; absolutely fantastic!"
Listening to the voice, this seemed to be a male ball?
Pah! Pah! Pah!
It was clearly not merely a ball.
Ye Weiming focused his eyes and saw an old man in tattered rags embedded in the sphere, his body entwined with vines and seemingly merged with the stone itself.
It appeared that this man in the sphere was using his formidable Inner Strength to control the sphere's rolling motion.