Let’s. What is that? Oh, nice. It’s something nice. It’s not nice at all. I take it back. Buddha’s right hand. Oh, my god. Interesting. I feel like the boss. I feel like the game has so many interesting boss fights. Like, yeah, okay, let’s force a fight in a corridor. Why is it a corridor? I don’t know, but I kind of like it. I mean, I don’t want to fight this multiple times. It’s kind of annoying. Oh my god. So interesting. What a great design. Wow, so cool. I love that. Uh, in the olden days, adaois brought a pair of enormous arms into the webbed hollow. The lesser Yao guys had no idea where they came from. But judging by their form, they must have belonged to a great master. The hundred eyed Daoist master personally visited and placed two egg like objects within within the arms, instructing the Yao Guis to guard them diligently. At first, the arms exuded a thick, foul smelling fluid. After some time, the fluid dried up, forming a thick blood membrane that encased the arms. Years passed, and from a distance, one could see something writhing within the blood membrane, as if something was growing inside, eager to break free. Exactly 10 years later, two insects emerged from the eggs. Their bodies resembled bees, their tails like hands, and their venomous spit could only. Could kill any bird or beast and wither any plant it touched. The hundred Eyed dowser master rejoiced at the news and organized a grand feast to celebrate. Amidst the banquet, he turned to the violet spider and shouted hail! You may not be aware, but I once attempted a similar endeavor on Purple Cloud Mountain. Alas, the celestial eggs failed to hatch as intended and I faced severe reprimand from our master. However, this time I have come to realize that the celestial eggs bestowed upon us were not meant for lofty destinies to ascend. Creating Yao guis, on the other hand, is an ideal outcome. One of the insects had a left hand for a tail, the other had a right hand. They love to hang upside down from the cave ceiling, dangling their tails to lure prey. When the prey approached, they would clap their hands together, crushing the prey into a pulp before lowering their head to swallow it whole. Later, the left handed insects went into the mountains to practice, whilst the right handed one, unable to clap anymore, preferred to guard narrow paths. There it could take full advantage of the terrain to capture and devour any intruders. That’s kind of sad. That’s a little sad, don’t you think?