The flesh mass rapidly took shape, displaying vague facial features.
Four tentacles grew from the top and bottom sides of the flesh mass, turning into tentacles that supported the body.
Compared to Yi Chen's formidable Cultivation Body, the purple flesh mass seemed as insignificant as dust, yet a powerful aura spread out from it.
"You... your Cultivation Body... is strange."
The intermittent voice came from within the flesh mass, at times distant, at times near, its tone ever-shifting—now mimicking the voice of a young woman, now an old crone, now a middle-aged man.
Upon hearing this, Yi Chen couldn't help but frown, as he could discern the voices of Yun Shan and Jin Hua from this creature's eerie speech.
This creature was indeed monstrous, it was unknowable how many people's blood and flesh it had devoured over the years.
"Monstrosity, what's so strange about my Cultivation Body?"