“Mmm, let me think…”
Bao Dacai rubbed his chin and pondered for a moment. “It was Miss Wen who found the child and brought him back. I heard his parents died early. The two brothers both caught the Dreamless Syndrome and were pulled in together… But his younger brother wasn’t as lucky—he ended up getting eaten.”
“Eaten?”
Ji Jue slightly turned his head.
“Ah, yes. In the literal sense—eaten.”
The old man made a chewing motion with his hand.
“Have you heard of the Huangyan cultivators? They’re an organization from Central Earth, deeply rooted. Among their branches, there’s one called the Great Food Sect.
In some parts of the Thousand Islands, they’re even considered a legitimate religion. Their doctrine is all just a bunch of nonsense about all souls originally being one, but after losing their true forms, they shattered into pieces.
So everyone has to try hard to merge with each other, to let the gods awaken inside themselves or something like that—just the usual rubbish. And how do they merge? Why, by eating.
They consider it a sacred meal. Eating to gain life, eating to gain power, eating to complete their souls and gain immortality.”
“…”
Ji Jue’s heart stirred as he suddenly asked, “Punabantou?”