Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
In the past hundred years, Bu Fang had restarted his cultivation. In fact, he did not really focus on it. Cooking was his cultivation. It was a process of self-improvent, during which the improvent of his cultivation base was only incidental, and the focus was the advancent of his cooking skills through the Emotional Path.
That was a very mysterious situation. Bu Fang might wake up one morning and find himself breaking through to the Immortal King realm, then not long after that, wake up again and find himself a Saint of the Great Path. Of course, the ti it took for this to happen was not short.
One hundred years was not a short ti for Bu Fang. During this ti, as his cultivation base increased, he gradually gained a longer life, an ageless appearance, and richer emotions.
He walked in the starry sky, visited every dead planet in search of its essence and the ray of hope for life, and left a dish on every planet.
With one dish, he revived a planet, then brought back plants and animals while he took the planet’s essence. It was an exchange. Although many planets had been dead for hundreds of thousands—even millions—of years, Bu Fang did not deprive them of hope, but even gave them new hope.
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In the restaurant, Wushuang sat cross-legged in midair, looking up at the sky. His eyes were bright, and his iron sword rested on his lap.
Why did Bu Fang want him to guard the restaurant? Wushuang found the answer after thinking about it. Bu Fang did not want people to know what he was going to do, or rather, he did not want the aura to spread, so he needed Wushuang’s help.
Wushuang swore that he would do his best. With his sword in place, even a Saint of the Great path would not be able to break through the defense and disturb Bu Fang.
Suddenly, a rumbling sound echoed out, and a powerful aura began to erupt in the restaurant. Wushuang’s eyes narrowed as he unleashed his divine sense. In just the blink of an eye, everything on the entire Planet Immortality was in his perception.
The planet today was full of various formidable sects, and they were all watched over by immortals from the Primitive Sphere. As soon as Wushuang sent out his divine sense, these immortals were all startled and opened their eyes.
“What a terrifying sword intent...”
“Is that Dugu Wushuang? I can’t believe the famous Sword God has returned to Planet Immortality!”
“That sword intent... I reckon he could slay a Saint with it, couldn’t he?”
...
The patriarchs of many sects were trembling with fear. How could they dare to confront Wushuang when the strongest among them were only Immortal Kings? Therefore, they chose not to provoke him.
They even warned their disciples not to set foot in the realm Wushuang had established, or they would be expelled from the sect and killed. After all, these sects were very large, and there would always be so disciples who would be foolish enough to provoke so enemies.
Wushuang was fierce and strong. It would be unworthy if their sects were wiped out because of one stupid disciple. Many Immortals released a friendly aura to show Wushuang that they were friends, not enemies. Of course, so of the immortals were curious and wanted to find out what he was doing.
Wushuang sat cross-legged in midair and closed his eyes. Beneath him, a simple array appeared around the restaurant. It looked simple, but it was actually very complicated.
“His Excellency’s array attainnt has also improved. Compared to those Gourt Arrays, this array is even more terrifying and profound!” Wushuang exclaid. In fact, under the power of the array, not a wisp of aura leaked out of the restaurant.
At this mont, he could sense that many immortals were peeping in the distance. “Scram,” he said faintly, then raised his sword and gently flicked the blade with his fingers. A buzzing sound imdiately rang out.
“Hmph!” An immortal, hidden in the void, let out a cold snort.
Wushuang opened his eyes slightly. Without the slightest hesitation, he thrust his sword, which instantly crossed the void and slashed at the immortal. With a rumbling sound, terrifying sword energy suddenly filled the whole world. The next mont, the immortal gave a miserable howl as he was cut in half by the sword.
“Scram, or I’ll kill you,” Wushuang said faintly, closing his eyes.
With that, the immortals all left.
...
The restaurant was filled with dazzling starlight. Although the room Bu Fang had stepped into looked small on the outside, it did contain a miniature starry sky. He had used a thod similar to that of a storage bag to make the room larger than a great world.
And this great world was filled with only stars. They were not ordinary stars, though, but the essence of real stars. The price of such things was extrely high because they were good materials for making equipnt and were very difficult to collect.
Bu Fang walked among them. His hands were clasped behind him, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. It took him a hundred years to collect so many star essences.
He could have continued to collect, but he had visited all the dead stars in this region. If he wanted more, he could only change his target to the living stars. That went against his wish, so he stopped collecting.
When he was tired of walking, he sat down. He then raised his hand with a soft look in his eyes. A strange wave spread from his palm.
All of a sudden, those star essences suspended in the starry sky began to fly toward his hand, rapidly rging with each other and growing larger and larger. Soon, the countless star essences ford a huge star, so big that Bu Fang was no more than a tiny speck of dust in front of it.
Bu Fang held this huge, heavy star with one hand, but he looked relaxed. He raised his other hand. A golden fla spread silently from his fingertip and, in the blink of an eye, engulfed the entire star and began to burn it. Surrounded by the raging flas, the star looked as bright as the blazing sun and was exuding supre power.
Bu Fang watched indifferently.
With a buzzing sound, a powerful fluctuation of the Law spread in all directions. The flow of ti around the huge star suddenly increased by tens of thousands of tis. Now, in the space of one breath, the golden fla had burned the star for tens of thousands of years.
As ti went by, Bu Fang controlled the golden fla to burn the star, making its massive form smaller and smaller.
On Planet Immortality, ti was passing day by day. Wushuang sat cross-legged in midair, looking like a supre Sword God. No immortal dared to provoke him again. Bu Fang, on the other hand, was quietly burning the star with the golden fla in the room, which kept shrinking.
Under the effect of ti acceleration, billions of years went by, and the star was almost as small as a house. Then, after countless years, it shrunk to only half the size of a house. But the burning continued.
Bu Fang knew nothing about artifact refining, but at his current level, he could still do it extrely well. He continued to control the fire. After a long ti, he stood up, stretched out his fair palms, and began to slowly pat the star.
He looked as if he was making a clay figure, and in just a few monts, he had produced a huge human form with a round head and a fat belly. Looking at the familiar appearance, Bu Fang smiled.
He did not stop moving, and each of his pats made the shape of the human figure clearer and clearer. He was refining a body out of the star essences, and once it took shape, it would be as strong as a Saint of the Great Path.
The outline of the body gradually beca obvious, while an oppressive aura began to emit from it. However, this was only a body without a soul, so it lacked spirituality.
Rumble...
The whole Planet Immortality underwent a trendous change at this mont. In a flash, the concentration of spiritual energy in the air surged like boiling water. The sky was filled with colorful light, the tune of the Great Path was ringing, while the chains of Law were falling. Auspicious dragons, divine phoenixes, and all kinds of auspicious ons appeared between heaven and earth.
At the sight of the strange phenonon, Wushuang could not help but suck in a cold breath. “It has begun... The most crucial mont has begun!”
He stood up, his iron sword in one hand. The unremarkable and ancient weapon was forged for him by Tongtian, who was one of the perfected Chaotic Saints of the Primitive Universe.
Although Tongtian did not take him as a disciple, he thought highly of his Sword Path, so he gave him the sword. It was a simple sword, even a little ugly, but Wushuang felt comfortable when using it.
Suddenly, many immortals appeared in the distance together!
Wushuang’s eyes burst into bright light. “I said, scram!” he said icily. A frightening murderous aura exploded out of him and rose into the sky. Although he was only a half-step Saint, he was as aggressive as a Saint of the Great Path.
“Dugu Wushuang! Don’t be so unreasonable!”
“When heavenly treasures appear, those who are destined to have them will have them... You’re not invincible under the sun!”
“If you dare to cut off our paths of cultivation, we’ll fight you to the death! Dugu Wushuang, give us a fair fight if you have the guts!”
The immortals were all yelling loudly, their voices resounding in the sky like thunder. These immortals were all from the Primitive Universe, and every one of them was extrely fearso.
Based on the phenonon and the boiling spiritual energy, they had no doubt that a heavenly treasure had appeared. How could they possibly give up the chance to get it? They were all seeking the path to immortality, so naturally, they would not give up this once-in-a-lifeti opportunity!
“Those who are destined to have heavenly treasures will have them?” Wushuang twitched the corner of his mouth and shook his head. “Who do you think you are? What makes you think you are destined to have this treasure?”
“You’re too unbridled!” The immortals flew into a rage. Wushuang was formidable, but it still made them angry that he looked down on them like that. But he had the cultivation base of a half-step Saint, so many of them dared not to push him too far.
Wushuang raised his sword and slashed it at the air. The great tide of spiritual energy was instantly cut through in the middle. All the immortals quickly moved backward in terror.
Boom!
Suddenly, a terrifying pressure ca crashing down from the sky. Many half-step Saints had descended! These existences were all seeking the opportunity to break through to the realm of Saints of the Great Path, and now that a heavenly treasure had appeared on Planet Immortality, how could they let it go? Perhaps with the help of this treasure, they could beco Saints instantly!
There was no doubt that these half-step Saints were summoned by the immortals on Planet Immortality. But Wushuang was fearless. He held his iron sword tightly, let out a loud cry, and then swung it. Even though he was facing so many half-step Saints, he did not flinch!
“I told you to scram... all of you!”
The next mont, the terrible attacks of the innurable half-step Saints collided with Wushuang’s sword energy. The void was instantly shattered, and the entire planet trembled violently. Fortunately, the energy waves generated by the collision were neutralized as they approached the array, and the city—which was enveloped by it—did not take any damage.
In the city, both mortals and cultivators knelt on the ground, shivering. When immortals fought, it was the mortals who suffered—the energy waves generated by their collision could easily destroy a country.
They did not know when the disaster would strike. However, they soon found that all the energy waves had been blocked. Many mortals were looking in the direction of the restaurant in a daze.
In the restaurant, Bu Fang looked at the tal puppet in front of him and exhaled. It was basically the sa as Whitey. He missed that familiar look—he had not seen it for years.
With the God of Cooking’s will gone, Whitey could not last for too long. The reason it could continue to exist for five hundred years was that it had absorbed a lot of Soul Demons’ true forms.
Then, as Bu Fang died of old age, it was reclaid by the God of Cooking. It was made by him, so when it finished its task, he naturally recalled it—Bu Fang no longer needed its help.
Looking at Whitey, who had no emotion like a dead thing, Bu Fang sighed. Although he had forged the body, it was not the real Whitey without the soul.
Bu Fang took a step back and raised his hand. A set of ancient cooking utensils appeared before him. He began to cook a dish. His gaze was complicated, with many emotions flowing through it.
Whitey had no soul and was not in the Transmigration, so it was basically impossible to resurrect it. It had truly disappeared from this world. For Bu Fang, however, there was nothing that could not be solved by one dish, and if there was, he would use two dishes.
As ingredients flew in the air, Bu Fang cooked with a steady flow of movents. The tal puppet was standing in the distance with no expression.
After a long ti, the dish was finally ready. Steam rushed up as Bu Fang removed the lid of the stear. Inside was a white stead bun in the shape of Whitey, with the sa round head and fat belly.
Bu Fang took it out. It was so hot that he twitched the corner of his mouth when he touched it. mories ca flooding back to him at this mont, and he thought of many things. The mories of Whitey since the Light Wind Empire kept flashing in his mind.
The next mont, the eyes of the stead bun slowly lit up, flickering with bits of gold. Looking at it, Bu Fang smiled. He walked up to the huge tal puppet. The latter’s abdon suddenly transford into a bottomless black hole.
He placed the bun in it, which gradually disappeared as if it was sinking to the bottom of the sea. But the golden eyes were getting brighter and brighter.
Bu Fang took a step back. All the star essences had been used up, leaving the starry sky dark. However, at this very mont, two beams of golden light burst forth in the darkness.
The tal puppet raised his huge hand and scratched his round head.
“Whitey... co back to now,” Bu Fang exhaled and said in a faint voice.
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