The answer was very clear.
The source of the seven emotions and six desires in the second level was most likely … from the Emperor.
The emotions of the slumbering Empyrean Emperor turned into the seven emotions, and his desires turned into the six desires. They filled the world, changed everything, and affected everything. Because of how domineering he was, all other Laws were rejected aside from the seven emotions and six desires.
Unless it was something like the Ancient Era City, which could be considered to have gained approval, no external Laws could be used here.
Once used, the Emperor Spirit would descend.
Wang Baole took a deep look at the boundless chunk of meat. With a wave of his hand, countless golden tentacles danced in the air. Cheers echoed like thunder, and a rich Aura of Gluttony erupted. Wang Baole withdrew his gaze.
As he withdrew his gaze, the Aura of Gluttony surged forth. After being devoured by the Lord of Gluttony, 40% of it remained, and he disappeared.
After he disappeared, the eight Lords of Gluttony's eyes shone with a strange light. They circulated the Law of Gluttony in their bodies and immediately began to devour. As they devoured, a scene that Wang Baole had not been able to see clearly because he had not cultivated the Law of Gluttony, appeared.
He could clearly see that eight black holes had appeared around the eight Lords of Gluttony. The smallest of these eight black holes was about a thousand feet wide. The most terrifying one was facing Zhou Huo, the Lord of Gluttony on the other side of the altar. His black hole was more than seven thousand feet wide.
The eight of them instantly sucked in the surrounding Aura of Gluttony. At the same time, the Meatballs around the eight Lords of Gluttony also began to absorb the Aura of Gluttony.
Their vortexes were clearly much smaller, between ten and seventy feet wide, so there was a difference in absorption. Seeing this, Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Immediately, the Law of Gluttony crystal in his body shone brightly, forming a powerful suction force. It turned into a vortex about forty feet wide and began to absorb the Aura of Gluttony.
As the rich Aura of Gluttony was absorbed, Wang Baole's eyes shone brightly. He could feel his Law of Gluttony rising at an unbelievable speed.
Although it was not as fast as when he had devoured the Meatballs behind Xue Linzi, it was more sustained and gentle, so his gains were greater.
It was as if he was in a state of great nourishment. While the laws became purer, a powerful feeling also came from the laws.
This caused Wang Baole's eyes to shine brightly, and he decided to let go of some of his limits. In the next instant, the vortex rumbled and expanded to over fifty feet, then to over seventy feet.
Originally, he could have continued to expand, but Wang Baole knew that he could not go too far, so he tried his best to restrain himself and maintain this range, devouring the aura of appetite.
Although Wang Baole had done his best to control himself, his presence still attracted the attention of the other Meat Pulp Apostles and the Gluttony Lord. That was especially true when they realized that Wang Baole was over seventy meters tall. Their pupils constricted, and even the Gluttony Lord's eyes shone with a strange light as he looked at Wang Baole.
In reality, among the Meat Paste Disciples present, there were only two who had reached a height of seven hundred feet. One was Wang Baole, and the other was the bald, burly man under the command of the Gluttony Lord beside the black hole.
Not only was the burly man bald, he didn't even have eyebrows. And yet, as he stood there, all of the other cultivators looked at him with a reverence that was second only to the Gluttony Lord.
This man was the number one Meat Pulp Apostle in the City of Gluttony.
As of this moment, he could sense Wang Baole's strange behavior. He looked over coldly, his eyes shining brightly.
"His name is Divine Cauldron Dao. He's said to be the person most likely to become the ninth Lord of Gluttony in the past thousand years. You've caught his eye." Wang Baole raised his head and looked at the bald cultivator. A gentle voice sounded in his ear.
The person who spoke was another Meat Pulp Disciple under Zhou Huo. Seeing Wang Baole turn his head and glance at him, a smile appeared on the Meat Pulp Disciple's face.
"He wants to devour you," continued the Meat Pulp Apostle.
"In the City of Gluttony, there are no restrictions on fighting between Meat Pulp Apostles under the command of the Gluttony Lord. However, matters of life and death can be interfered with. There are only two exceptions …. I'll explain everything to you later at the banquet."
Wang Baole nodded. He didn't say anything, but when he looked at the Dao of the Divine Furnace, his eyes narrowed. Dao of the Divine Furnace did the same.
It was in this fashion that the aura of Gluttony around the altar began to fade away. When it was gone, the crowd dispersed and began to chase after the golden tentacles.
To the Gluttony Lord and the Meat Pulp Apostles, the festival was over. However, to Wang Baole … it was time for him to pick a side.
That was especially so when Zhou Huo gave Wang Baole a meaningful look before dispersing.
Wang Baole clasped hands and bowed. Without a word, he and the other Meat Pulp Apostles departed.
Zhou Huo's banquet was about to begin.
Meat Pulp Apostles were permitted to bring their subordinates to the banquet. As for Wang Baole, he brought along the female shopkeeper, who was dressed to the nines. She was nervous and excited, and had also prepared a gift.
On the night of the Gluttony Festival, in contrast to the fighting and fighting outside, as well as the screams of excitement and pain, the banquet hall in Zhou Huo's mansion was brightly lit, and filled with laughter and laughter.
All of Zhou Huo's subordinates were gathered here, and servants were serving all sorts of delicacies. Anyone who qualified for the banquet was provided with unlimited amounts of food.
This was an unprecedented experience for the female manager. It was also the first time in her life. Wang Baole didn't care about that. After arriving, he left the female manager to her own devices while he walked into the banquet hall. He walked towards the disciple who had introduced the Divine Furnace Dao to him, who was being escorted respectfully by seven or eight cultivators.
As soon as he arrived, the Meat Pulp Apostle's subordinates began to back away.
Looking at Wang Baole, the Meat Pulp Apostle smiled and said, "Before, we were at the altar, so it wasn't convenient for me to introduce myself. I am Zhong Haizi."
Wang Baole walked over and picked up a jug of alcohol from one of the servants. "Fellow Daoist Zhong Haizi," he said warmly, "could you tell me what the two situations are? Are Meat Pulp Deathmatch permitted?"
Zhong Haizi clearly wanted to get along with Wang Baole, so he replied with a smile.
"The first is to be like Fellow Daoist Ice Spirit, a newly advanced Meat Pulp. That way, the Lord of Gluttony will try to rope them in.
"The second is … at a critical juncture in their advancement. When they consume other Meat Pulp, they won't be interfered with.
"As for this Dao of the Divine Furnace, although he hasn't reached the pinnacle, rumor has it that his true strength is far beyond what he's showing. Therefore, Fellow Daoist Ice Spirit, you should be careful." Zhong Haizi gave Wang Baole a deep look.
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