Chapter 1827: 1827

The huge eyeball was crimson, cold, and ruthless like the most indifferent thing in the world. It turned, fixing at Hangu Pass in the distance. It was filled with hatred, but the intensity of this hatred was nowhere near as strong as that in its voice.

“Where is that damn chef?!”

It shook heaven and earth, thick with a fury that came from the depths of the soul and filled with hatred for that chef.

No one could ever understand how much Soul God hated chefs. After plotting for millions of years, he finally woke himself up, collected his body parts, and was about to return to this world as the supreme Soul God.

Yet he had only shown his prowess for a few moments when that chef suppressed him with a dish! It infuriated him greatly.

Soul God’s hatred for chefs went deep into his soul. He remembered that many, many years ago, he was also suppressed by a chef with a dish. That time, he was sealed for millions of years.

Now, he was suppressed by a chef again. He had waited for millions of years, yet the same thing happened again as soon as he woke up.

“Damn you, chefs!” Soul God’s roar shook the universe, causing the surrounding arrays to rumble continuously as if they were about to break apart.

The immortals and deities on the walls of Hangu Pass all rose to their feet, their faces grave. Standing on his sword, Tongtian sped across the starry sky, came before the monstrous black smoke, and stared coldly at the black ball.

‘A thousand years is too short. Soul God is only days away from breaking the seal…’

Tongtian’s face was unsightly. At this moment, the Buddha, Lady Nuwa, and Yuanshi Tianzun descended as well. Hovering in midair, the four almighty experts of the Primitive Universe sighed.

Soul God had collected his body parts, and his power was comparable to that of the Primitive Great Path. Even a perfected Chaotic Saint could not stop him now. Once he broke through the seal, he would definitely bring a destructive disaster to the world.

If the Primitive Sphere was captured and the Soul Demons were allowed to freely grow here, then the whole universe would be reduced to a dead place. The Soul Demons were the parasites of the universe.

The crimson eyeball turned and fixed at Tongtian. “You can’t suppress me for too long! When I finish this one last piece… You will all die!” Soul God said icily.

The energy swirling in the dish, which had only a little bit left, was very weak. After all, it was only a pseudo-God of Cooking dish, and it had already reached the end of its tether.

Soul God roared again and his evil power surged. Even then, a golden ray flashed in the dish, then the cries of a dragon, a tiger, a bird, a turtle, and a Qilin echoed out, suppressing the evil power once again.

The immortals and deities breathed sighs of relief, but they could also feel that the dish’s power was beginning to lose in the struggle with Soul God. It could not suppress him for too much longer.

“A thousand years have passed in a flash… Soul God is about to return to this world. Our arrays can’t suppress him.” Yuanshi Tianzun sighed.

“We need to think of a backup plan so that when Soul God returns, we can send some of our juniors away. We need them to pass on the human legacy.”

The four almighty experts of the Primitive Universe sighed. Tongtian’s face was unsightly as he locked his fingers in a sword incantation gesture and sent beams of sword energy into the arrays to strengthen them.

“The Soul Demon Universe is restless and about to make trouble. The new Great Soul Overlords of the Seven Sins are born, and so is the strongest Great Soul Overlord. Judging by all these signs, the calamity in the past is about to repeat once again,” said Lady Nuwa.

“And this time, it will be the real calamity of life and death.”

They knew very well that this time, when Soul God broke the seal, he would lead his army of Soul Demons to crush the Primitive Universe’s army in one fell swoop. They had no way to stop it.

Without Bu Fang’s help, the Soul Demons’ nasty nature was too difficult to handle. With their insane reproduction rate and their strength, as well as under the leadership of Soul God, they would be the strongest army in the universe.

Unless they were suppressed by gourmet food.

Yuanshi Tianzun and the others also could not figure out why Soul God hated gourmet food so much. They thought it might be caused by the inter-promotion and inter-restriction between lives.

During the one thousand years, they had cultivated many chefs, but it was far from enough. These chefs were of a high standard, but they were not good enough to face Soul God. In fact, they were too weak even for those Great Soul Overlords.

The almighty experts had used great power to elevate these chefs’ cultivation base to the level of Chaotic Saints. The cost was enormous, yet that was all that they could do. In fact, these chefs were all Bu Fang’s apprentices. Otherwise, they could not even find such an opportunity.

‘Perhaps only that man can truly suppress Soul God. Unfortunately…’ Tongtian thought to himself and sighed. “Send someone to inform the Heavengods of the Chaotic Universe and the dukes of Void City that we need to discuss a plan,” he said.

A formidable immortal in the distance cupped his fist and sped away to deliver the words.

Soul God’s return was not only the Primitive Universe’s calamity. The Chaotic Universe and Void City would suffer as well. As for the experts of the other lesser universes, they were not strong enough, so Tongtian ignored them.

In the distance, the monstrous black smoke was churning and devouring the dish that emitted golden light, while tens of thousands of immortals hovered in the starry sky to suppress the arrays. Tongtian and the other almighty experts had left to discuss the plan.

…

Bu Fang did not return to Planet Immortality. He traveled across the starry sky with Whitey and Wushuang and visited many lesser worlds. There were a lot of worlds out there, each with its own strengths and shortcomings—he could learn many things from them. To him, visiting these mortal worlds was a process of tempering his state of mind and accumulation.

Wushuang followed behind Bu Fang. As they walked, he saw many things as well. His sword became more and more steady, while much of its flashiness had disappeared and been replaced by a reserved emotion.

His Seven Emotions Sword Path had become more stable, and all these might be because of Bu Fang. The latter was helping him strengthen his foundation. Wushuang knew that, so every time when they were visiting a lesser world, he would work hard to increase his cultivation base.

The universe was boundless, and the planets were endless—it was impossible for them to visit them all. However, what Bu Fang wanted to achieve was to feel as many lives as possible in the limited number of planets he visited.

In fact, the emotions bred by every planet with life were the same, so it was not hard for him to understand their similarities. What he needed to do was to organize these similarities, comprehend them, and turn them into his Emotional Path.

Bu Fang’s Emotional Path was not ordinary emotions and desires. It was not even simple love. His path contained many emotions between heaven and earth, including the emotions of humans, animals, and all things in the world. It covered everything, so it was a very difficult path to walk.

Wushuang’s aura grew more and more unstable. Finally, during their visit on a planet, he sat down and went into deep meditation. His body was covered with fallen leaves, and his breathing was so weak that he seemed to be dying.

In the distance, Whitey and Bu Fang sat cross-legged beside a log fire. Bu Fang was baking some simple sweet potatoes, which were blackened on the outside and looked very ugly. Whitey’s mechanical eyes flashed with excitement.

Rumble…

The ground began to tremble violently as if it was about to rise into the starry sky. Wushuang’s aura kept soaring, while streams of sword intent hovered around him.

Meanwhile, all the living beings on this planet knelt on the ground and dared not move at all. They felt a crushing pressure lingering in the air, which was powerful enough to kill them instantly. It made their hearts race. They knew that someone was breaking through to the realm of Saints, so they did not dare to disturb.

All the experts knelt on the ground as they sensed the tune of the Great Path lingering between heaven and earth. It was the sound of a life baptism. Many people sat cross-legged down and were breaking through together with Wushuang.

There was an old saying that when one becomes an immortal, his chickens and dogs all fly to heaven. In some ways, that was correct, for when one was making a breakthrough, the tune of the Great Path around him was enough to elevate many mortals to immortals.

The spiritual energy of the planet was growing richer. Everything between heaven and earth was swirling, while the clouds were broken by the great power.

Meanwhile, Bu Fang’s sweet potatoes were gradually getting cooked and giving off wisps of hot steam. He and Whitey were holding one each, and he saved the last one for Wushuang so that he could enjoy it after making his breakthrough.

As soon as Bu Fang broke the baked sweet potato apart, a ray of golden light shot out of it. Under its black skin was golden potato flesh, which was giving off a sweet aroma. The fragrance could easily arouse one’s appetite. He took a bite. The hot potato clung to his lips, his teeth, and his tongue. Squinting, he exhaled.

Whitey also carefully put the baked sweet potato into its mouth. As its mechanical jaws closed, its body shuddered like a human being.

Bu Fang glanced at it, and the corner of his mouth twitched. ‘Why are you afraid of hot food? You’re a metal puppet!’

Rumble!

A beam of blinding light towered into the sky. Bu Fang ate as he watched. Compared with Tongtian when he broke through to the realm of the Saint of the Great Path, Wushaung’s breakthrough was louder. Of course, the Tongtian back then was only a clone, so it was normal that his breakthrough was not as loud as this.

Wushuang’s aura kept soaring. He was now a Saint of the Great Path, and his strength was strong enough to crush countless experts and even very close to that of a Chaotic Saint.

However, his foundation was not solid enough for him to become a Chaotic Saint. He would have to invent his own Sword Path to make that breakthrough. His Seven Emotions Sword Path was powerful, but it could only make him a peak Saint of the Great Path.

But Bu Fang knew that as long as he gave Wushuang some more time, he would definitely be able to step into the Chaotic Saint realm. With his foundation and the level of his Sword Path, once he became a Chaotic Saint, his sword strike might even be as strong as the attack of a perfected Chaotic Saint!

…

In the Primitive Universe, Tongtian seemed to sense something. He opened his eyes, peered through the void, and perceived the terrifying sword intent erupting from an ordinary planet with lives. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

“Dugu Wushuang has become a Saint as well. His progress is really fast, and his sword intent… Well, he has the same style I had back then.”

After a long time, he sighed with emotions. It seemed to him that all the people related to that man were geniuses. It’s a pity that people with such an innate talent were not very helpful for the universe now. What Tongtian needed were formidable chefs who could suppress Soul God.

…

The blinding light gradually faded away. With a mighty sword intent flickering in his eyes, Wushuang took a step and came to Bu Fang’s side.

“Your Excellency… I’ve made it!”

Wushuang had a complicated look on his face. In the past, he could never imagine that he would grow from an ordinary sword expert to a Saint of the Great Path in just one thousand years.

Strictly speaking, he had died once. His death was the most important baptism for his soul. It was because of that that he kept breaking through one realm after another and reached his current level.

He took the baked sweet potato Bu Fang threw at him. The scorching heat caused his hand to tremble, and he kept blowing at it.

“It’s so hot!”

He had become a Saint of the Great Path, yet he could not even hold a baked sweet potato properly. After finishing it, Wushuang already forgot about his excitement of becoming a Saint. His heart was filled with only the aroma of the baked sweet potato. It was too delicious.

Suddenly, he realized that his fluctuating aura was stabilized and even showed signs of improving. The baked sweet potato had solidified his cultivation base. Bu Fang’s baked sweet potato was truly powerful.

“Have you finished the sweet potato? Let’s go back when you’re done…” Bu Fang said, then stood up and patted his linen clothes.

Wushuang nodded and carried the iron sword on his back, which he had wrapped up with ragged clothes. Suddenly, he paused and looked up at the distant starry sky.

Bu Fang also exclaimed softly as he saw a huge black hole emerge outside the ordinary planet with lives. Then, black balls of flesh shot out of the hole and smashed into the planet. The next moment, a top Soul Overlord squeezed out of the hole. His eyes were full of greed!