đź“– Chapter 1325 - Gluttony Festival
In an instant, Wang Baole appeared among the crowd and followed them toward the city gates.
As he approached, waves of saliva-inducing fragrance emerged from the city, causing the cultivators waiting outside to start breathing heavily.
Although Wang Baole wasn’t affected too much, he still involuntarily recalled those days of feasting when he was a teenager.
He couldn’t help but absentmindedly stroke his storage pouch. It had already been many years since he last drank Ice Spirit Water.
“I suddenly miss it…” Sighing, Wang Baole looked over at the city gates. Although guards were stationed there, those guards didn’t pay much attention to the people entering the city. This was because there was a barrier of light shrouding the city gates.
Obviously, this barrier of light was the result of some sort of magical artifact. When someone stepped inside, it would automatically verify if they had a token and if that token had uses left. Those who met the requirements would naturally be able to head in without any trouble, but there were also some people who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to sneak in.
These people were all blocked by the barrier of light. If they continued to struggle, the guards would take action and kick them out.
Wang Baole didn’t care about the people who were kicked out, nor was he curious about the barrier of light. Instead, what drew his attention was the guards themselves. These guards wore standard – if ornate – armor, and their faces were flushed, as if they had eaten a great supplement but hadn’t digested it yet. All of them had haughty looks on their faces, and disdain was clear in their eyes as they watched the people rushing into the city.
With Wang Baole’s understanding of human nature, he could tell that the reason the guards behaved like this was because they had a strong sense of belonging and pride in the city. This made him become even more interested in Tongue’s Desire City.
Soon, it was Wang Baole’s turn to enter the barrier of light. The moment he stepped inside, he felt the token he had been given flash, and then a voice echoed in his mind.
“Seven days. One use.”
This voice was cold and mechanical, obviously from the magical artifact guarding the city gate. Its concise words were also clear, informing Wang Baole that he could stay in the city for seven days, and that his token still had one use remaining.
“Interesting.” Murmuring to himself, Wang Baole walked past the barrier of light and stepped into the city beyond the gates. Almost as soon as he entered the city, a wave of rich aroma struck his face, and the cheering he had heard earlier became louder, filling his ears.
Now inside the city, he could see a number of people ahead of him dressed in colorful clothes, whooping and shouting as they marched forward along the main road.
These colorfully-dressed people were very special. Their bodies were bloated, especially the one at the forefront. That person’s figure was like a mountain of fat, not too different from Wang Baole at his very fattest.
And this fat mountain didn’t walk forward by himself. He was carried by dozens of other colorfully-dressed cultivators.
On both sides of the main road were dozens of building, where massive crowds of people congregated together. Deafening cheers sounded out as they watched the fat mountain and his procession.
As the crowds lining the road cheered, the parade of colorfully-dressed cultivators constantly tossed out various delicacies. There were fruits, vegetables, meat, medicinal pills, and many more varieties of edible items. The people in the crowds jumped and lunged to grab the food, stuffing whatever they could get into their mouths as fast as possible.
It was a bustling and lively scene, but there was also something strange about it.
Those in the procession aside, the people in the crowds lining the road were abnormally skinny. Their complexions were sallow, their eyes were bloodshot, and their expressions twisted in madness as they ate.
Wang Baole saw several people fighting each other over a piece of meat, and one even died. However, that person’s corpse was unable to fall to the ground because the crowd was too dense, making for a bizarre and eerie sight.
Everyone in the crowd… seemed to have gone crazy.
Another group of skinny figures was following closely behind the procession, cheering and fighting over food. As the procession passed by, the people on the sides rushed forward and joined the crowd behind. The crowd was like a giant snake, growing larger and larger as it continued following the procession.
Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. In this sort of environment, it was almost impossible to pay attention to each and every person. Even when he joined the crowd and moved along with them, no one noticed anything.
Just like that, time passed slowly. Four hours later, the crowd following behind the procession was more than a million strong, and the people were packed so closely that even Wang Baole felt dizzy. The cheering and shouting grew louder and louder, drowning out almost all other sensation.
Others were even worse off. Wang Baole was capable of suppressing his dizziness, but many people weren’t. These people quickly became infected with the mood, acting out as madly as the rest of the crowd.
As for the food being tossed out, Wang Baole didn’t even try to get any. His instinct warned him that there was definitely something wrong with the food. Four more hours passed, and at last, the procession up ahead came to a halt, causing the cheers to quickly quiet down.
Wang Baole sent out his divine will and immediately found that the procession had stopped in front of a giant altar. To be precise, there were eight processions in total, coming from all eight directions and stopping around the altar. The leader of each procession was a massive being that looked like a fat mountain, and each procession was also followed by a huge crowd of skinny figures.
It was as if the entire city, including those visiting from outside, had gathered in one place.
The altar was originally empty, but at this moment, it shone with brilliant rays of light as a gigantic figure descended upon it.
This figure was a thousand zhang tall. Although its height was shocking, its girth was even more so.
If compared with ordinary people, the eight big fatties at the heads of each procession could be considered mountains of fat. But compared to the thousand-zhang figure, they were like skinny little children.
To a certain extent, the giant figure didn’t even seem like a human being. It was more like a massive fatty lump!
However, the fluctuations of its cultivation base were heaven-shaking and earth-shattering. A mighty pressure at the peak of the fifth step weighed down on everyone there.
“Greetings, Desire Lord!” As the eight big fatties roared their greetings, everyone in the crowds went wild. Fanaticism shone in their eyes as they shouted at the top of their lungs.
After a moment, the fatty lump on the altar slightly raised its bloated right hand and pressed down, causing the surroundings to immediately turn quiet. At the same time, a ball composed of innumerable golden threads silently appeared in mid-air.
Each of those threads was actually a golden tentacle, or as Wang Baole knew them, an odd appendage. They all writhed and squirmed in a mass, creating a horrifying and heart-stopping sight.