Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Nether King Er Ha?”
Bu Fang blinked. He was sure he had heard it right. It was Er Ha’s voice, only sowhat distant and indistinct.
He did not expect Er Ha to call him. He was prepared to look for the Nether King at a later ti, and yet the latter actually called out to him now. This saved him a lot of trouble.
He wiped the porcelain bowl in his hand, put things away, then said, “Whitey, let’s go out for a walk.” After that, he clasped his hands behind him and walked out of the restaurant.
With its chanical eyes flashing, Whitey followed Bu Fang. As it walked out of the restaurant, it closed the door behind them.
After Bu Fang beca a Heavengod, Whitey had also changed. He had not yet discovered what this change was, but one thing he could sense was that Whitey’s aura had beco much more independent. It was no longer tied to the System the way it used to be.
Whitey was like an independent life form now, a little more spiritual than it used to be. This should be a good improvent for it. It had not changed in appearance; it was as fat as ever. Following behind Bu Fang, it clanged with every step it took.
Foxy and Shrimpy sat on Bu Fang’s shoulders. Shrimpy was sleeping, wrapping itself in a large bubble that looked like a cocoon. As for Foxy, she gained a lot of weight. Apparently, she had been eating very well lately.
Bu Fang and Whitey flew out of the Planet of Nirvana and walked step by step through the starry sky. Their pace was not fast, but with every step they took, the stars flashed past them.
Er Ha’s call had disappeared in Bu Fang’s mind. However, he had already locked onto the source of the voice, so he only had to search in that direction.
Since Bu Fang’s return, Er Ha had been missing. Bu Fang had no idea where he had gone, but now it seed that he had gone out to play. After all, the universe was so big, and it was normal for him to want to go out and have a look.
“Oh? This direction will take to...” Bu Fang suddenly murmured. He finally knew where Er Ha was: the Immortal Spirit Divine Dynasty.
Soon, he descended with Whitey and hovered over the divine dynasty. He put his hands behind him with the Vermilion Robe flapping in the wind. A brief mont after they arrived, several figures quickly flew toward them from the capital.
Xiao Yanyu looked at Bu Fang in surprise. She did not expect him to visit her. As the Empress of the Immortal Spirit Divine Dynasty, she had so many things to deal with that she had not been in touch with him for a long ti. She invited him to the palace to catch up. Bu Fang nodded. They talked as they walked.
Ah Mo followed them respectfully, not daring to breathe too loudly. Looking at Bu Fang, her expression beca a little complicated. The chef she had looked down upon in the past had grown up to a point where she needed to look up to him.
Walking behind Bu Fang, Whitey glanced at Ah Mo with its chanical eyes. She shuddered and felt cold all over. ‘Sure enough, all the things around a Heavengod are unusual...’ she thought.
Xiao Yanyu wanted to host a feast for Bu Fang, but he declined. They chatted about the old tis in the Light Wind Empire. Whenever Xiao Yanyu got excited about their conversation, she covered her smile with her hands. Her every move was beautiful and attractive.
They also talked about many of their acquaintances in the Light Wind Empire. At their current level, a lot of people had beco transients in their lives. After chatting for a while, Bu Fang rose to his feet and told her the purpose of his visit.
“Oh? Owner Bu is going to the ancient Heavengods’ relics?”
Xiao Yanyu paused. She had not expected Bu Fang to ask her for this. Every divine dynasty had relics of ancient Heavengods, but to Bu Fang, who had already reached this level, such places no longer held any significance.
To her doubts, Bu Fang just twitched the corner of his mouth and told her that he sensed an old friend’s cry for help there. As soon as Xiao Yanyu heard the reason, she did not hesitate to agree and instructed Ah Mo to make arrangents at once.
However, Bu Fang just waved his hand. Then, in the blink of an eye, he and Whitey vanished. To him, entering the relics only required a re thought.
Xiao Yanyu’s expression froze as she looked at the empty chair. Her red lips parted slightly, and she sighed. She felt a little lost. She realized that she and Bu Fang were no longer on the sa level.
“Ah Mo, announce that I am going to cultivate in seclusion,” she said after a long silence.
There was a note of determination in her voice. She had already comprehended the four supre Laws of the Universe. This proved that she was incredibly talented, and she was the only one who could follow in Bu Fang’s footsteps. She would work hard to chase this mighty man...
...
Bu Fang had been to the relics of ancient Heavengods in the Xiayi Divine Dynasty. At that ti, it had beco a playground for Soul Demons. However, the calamity of Soul Demons was over now.
Walking through the relics, Bu Fang found it a little odd. Here, the sky was blood-colored, the ground was black, and the air was filled with a strange atmosphere.
Whitey followed him, its feet sinking into the mud with every step. It was a weird feeling, but it did not mind it. Every ti it lifted its foot, it kicked up a lot of mud.
Bu Fang walked at a steady pace. It was from here that Er Ha’s cries for help ca. He advanced according to the location he had sensed earlier, which was deep in the relics.
As they kept walking, Bu Fang found that there were very few people in the relics, and he saw bones all over the ground, which belonged to God Kings.
After crossing a mountain, a bloody river, and a swamp, Bu Fang finally saw Er Ha on a hillside. Looking at the familiar figure, he was startled. He found that he could barely recognize Er Ha.
The once playful Nether King Er Ha was no longer naive and romantic. At the mont, he was on his knees, his face covered with a beard. His arms were on the ground as if they were weighed down by sothing extrely heavy, and he could not lift them.
Bu Fang felt a strong sense of sadness and a tearing heartache in Er Ha. How could such emotions appear in this playboy? His brows furrowed as he rembered how Er Ha had called him ‘young man’ in a cheerful and playful voice in the past.
Bu Fang did not fly, but walked step by step toward the hillside. There was an open field near the hill, and the road leading to the hillside was dotted with bloody footprints. He felt a sense of despair and grief in the blood.
“It seems to be quite tragic...”
Whitey trod on the road to the hillside. A rumbling sound rang out as the ground collapsed, and then the footprints were gone. It stiffened instantly like a child who did sothing wrong, then scratched its round head as its chanical eyes flashed.
The corners of Bu Fang’s mouth twitched as if he was chuckling. “Wait here for . I’ll go up and have a look,” he said.” After that, he put his hands behind him and walked toward the figure kneeling on the hillside.
Whitey patted its chest and sat cross-legged on the ground, looking up at the sky.
Bu Fang walked up to Er Ha, flipped his hand, and took out a spicy strip entwined with spiritual energy. The Nether King was on his knees, looking rather miserable. Bu Fang handed him the spicy strip.
Er Ha lifted his head and looked at Bu Fang. His eyes were bloodshot. “Hey,” he said.
His voice, tired and filled with a bone-chilling coldness, made Bu Fang frown. ‘Is this still the Er Ha I know? What had he been through? Why has he beco like this?’
Er Ha looked at the spicy strip in Bu Fang’s hand, hesitated, but did not take it. The main reason was that he could not lift his hands.
Bu Fang took out an oyster pancake and fed it to Er Ha. After eating it, the Nether King coughed up a mouthful of blood. In his wound, the terrible power of Law was boiling.
“Your wound...” Bu Fang rested his eyes on Er Ha’s arms. He seed to feel a pair of eyes staring at him. “The power of a Heavengod?” Frowning, his divine power surged out from his body.
The Heavengod power wrapped around Er Ha like chains and kept destroying his body. At this mont, his life force was almost close to depletion. It was worth noting that he had comprehended the Law of Life.
Although the Heavengod power was strong, it was shattered under the impact of Bu Fang’s divine power. Er Ha’s arms recovered in an instant, but his weariness and grief did not go away. It was a spiritual trauma that Bu Fang had no ability to heal.
Bu Fang sat next to him and handed him the spicy strip. Er Ha was in much better shape after eating the oyster pancake, so at least he did not look so wretched anymore.
Bu Fang pulled out another spicy strip, held it in the corner of his mouth, and said, “What happened? Tell ... I’ve never seen you look so desperate.”
Er Ha held the spicy strip between his lips and sucked it hard. The familiar taste filled him with warmth.
“I’ve brought your father back to life. Go back and see him when you have ti,” Bu Fang said.
Er Ha shuddered. After a long pause, he said, “Thank you.” His voice sounded heavy but filled with gratitude.
Bu Fang raised his brows in surprise. “What happened to you? Why do I sense the power of a Heavengod tornting you inside?”
Er Ha held the spicy strip between his fingers and took a deep breath. “Can sobody tell what is love supposed to be? How does it make care less about my life and care more about being with you...” he said with emotion.
The corner of Bu Fang’s mouth twitched. He gave Er Ha a sideways glance and said, “Try to say sothing a human can understand.”
Er Ha rolled his eyes and said, “A blockhead like you knows nothing.”
“Haha.” Bu Fang gave an emotionless sneer. Er Ha ignored it. He seed to be caught up in the mory, and a gentle and happy smile appeared on his face.
That smile made Bu Fang’s skin creep. He could guess that this fellow must have done sothing unbelievable.
“Do you want to hear my story?” Er Ha smiled wearily, sucked the spicy strip, and looked at Bu Fang with deep eyes.
Expressionless, Bu Fang shook his hand and produced a jar of wine. He poured himself a cup, took a sip, then said, “You have a story, I have the wine. Go ahead.”
Er Ha looked at Bu Fang and smiled happily. It was nice to have soone to listen to his story.
“I started traveling the universe after you and Lord Dog left... Then I t a girl.”
Whitey was also listening from the foot of the hill.
Bu Fang took a sip of his wine. “This seems like a very beautiful love story...”
“I’m omitting one thousand words of those sweet and romantic details...”
Bu Fang, “...”
Er Ha exhaled, his eyes gradually becoming sad. “Finally, she told that she was the daughter of a Heavengod, and that she had just co out to experience the mortal world...”
“And then?” Bu Fang bead.
Er Ha gave him a sad look and said, “Can sobody tell what is love supposed to be? How does it make care less about my life and care more about being with you...”
The corner of Bu Fang’s mouth twitched once again. “I told you to say sothing a human can understand.”
Er Ha pursed his lips. “And then, I slept with her.”
Bu Fang, “...”
“Then the Heavengod appeared and took her away. I tried my best to stop him, but I was no match for him. As a result, I was badly wounded...” Er Ha sighed.
The corner of Bu Fang’s mouth twitched. ‘What an exciting story... I can’t believe he actually dared to sleep with the daughter of a Heavengod. He really is Tian Cang’s son...’
“You’re really lucky that he didn’t choose to kill you,” Bu Fang said.
“No... I felt that the Heavengod was determined to kill from the palm he threw out from the chaos. I don’t know why I didn’t die...” Er Ha paused for a few seconds, then continued, “Probably because I’m handso.”
Bu Fang rolled his eyes. “And who is that Heavengod? There are very few Heavengods in this universe that can make a move.”
Er Ha took a deep breath. His eyes were filled with resentnt.
“He called himself the Heavengod of Transmigration!”
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