As the largest military city at Earth Prison’s frontier, Imprisoned Dragon Pass was enormous. Its walls stretched for thousands of miles and were now packed with experts. Jin Jiao and Yin Jiao stood on the wall in black armor that gleamed coldly, while around them were top experts from the various aristocratic families. Most of them were Seven or Eight-revolution Little Saints, while some were Nine-revolution Little Saints.
A vast flat field fronted the city. It was the battlefield of Earth Prison since ancient times, where countless corpses were buried. Numerous battles, large or small, had been fought here in both previous and current age.
Beyond the barrier were many huge Nether Prison battleships. The auras of Nether Prison experts kept lashing at the shield like whips, trying to break it. With so many top Nether Prison experts gathered, their powerful auras seemed to fuse and turn into a colossal monster brandishing a great hammer that would crush everything with it.
Could Earth Prison resist the attack of these experts?
Many people were trembling, and they had no answer for that. The war horns had been sounded, and when Nether Prison began to attack, the bloodshed would start. This was a war to defend their homeland.
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A rumbling sound could be heard as Prison Overlord Ying Long and Nether King Er Ha flew out of the Black Temple. They had looted everything inside.
“It’s time to go. The war has begun. As the backbone of Earth Prison, Your Highness’s presence at the battlefield is required,” Ying Long said seriously, looking at Er Ha.
The Nether King nodded, then glanced at the Black Temple and said with a frown, “What about that mangy dog? Shall we wait for him?”
Ying Long gave the temple a deep look. “We don’t have to worry about Earth Prison Dog. His power is far beyond our imagination,” he said. The next moment, he sped toward Imprisoned Dragon Pass with the Hollow Eye Staff in hand.
Floating in midair, Er Ha glanced at the Black Temple and sighed. Then, he clad himself in the Nether King Armor and produced his Nether King Halberd. As the bright red cloak on his back flapped loudly in the wind, he followed Ying Long and streaked across the void like an arrow.
Behind them, an oppressive aura surged in the Black Temple as if a terrible being was stirring inside.
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Meanwhile, at the door of Yellow Spring Little Restaurant…
When Soul Fisherman, who had become much younger, saw the light in the restaurant, he smiled.
‘Sure enough. The young man in this restaurant does have some kind of connection to his lordship. No wonder he could break through at such an incredible speed. Anyone associated with his lordship is bound to be extraordinary.’
He heard the sound of someone walking down the steps. With a smile on his face, he turned and left. As he walked, his mighty aura gradually disappeared, and the green curse that had been suppressed crept back out, clinging to his body. Soon, he turned back to an old man, and he dwindled into the darkness of the night with faltering steps. No one knew where he was going.
The door of the restaurant opened with a creak. Bu Fang was baffled when he saw the wooden food container that was placed outside. The strange wave he sensed from inside the restaurant came from it. He pulled his clothes tighter, walked out, and picked up the food container. After looking at it for a while, he still had no clues as to what it was, so he took it inside.
The door closed with a thud.
Bu Fang placed the food container on the table. Covered in intricate and mysterious patterns, the container looked old with marks of it being used frequently in the past. He drummed his long fingers against the table, thinking. After a long time, he decided to open it. However, his hand was bounced off when it touched the seal. Looking at it, Bu Fang furrowed his brows.
“This is… Imprison Gourmet Array?”
Bu Fang was incredulous, and yet he had no choice but to believe it as he sensed the familiar wave from the patterns. Although they were somewhat different from his Imprison Gourmet Array, they shared the same root.
“In other words, this Gourmet Array is also from the… System? Why is this food container here? Why is it sealed by an array? And what is the dish inside?”
Bu Fang focused his eyes and lifted his hand. The Imprison Gourmet Array appeared in his palm. If he wanted to open the food container, he had to attack the array with the same array.
Crack… Crack…
The air rang with a cracking sound as two arrays collided. A long time later, the power of the one on the container weakened significantly, and its light grew dimmer. Bu Fang slapped the food container, and its lid loosened up with a crack. Frowning, he lifted the lid. A rich aroma immediately spread from it, which smelled fresh as if the dish had just been cooked. At the same time, shafts of bright light thrust out and illuminated the whole restaurant.
Bu Fang fixed his eyes at the dish in the food container. It was a pork trotter that glistened like crystal and looked as exquisite as a work of art, and the Will of the Great Path that wafted out of it was shocking. He was stunned by the dish. He reached out a hand, wanting to give it a taste, but when he picked up a pair of chopsticks and touched the pork trotter, it shattered like glass.
“Oh?” Bu Fang’s pupils constricted as he pulled back his hand.
Inside the food container, the dish slowly crumbled into smoke and faded away in the air, as if it was just an illusion.
“Why did it disappear?” Bu Fang murmured.
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The container was sealed with a Gourmet Array, and the dish inside contained the Will of the Great Path, which made it very likely to be left behind by the previous host. It was a pity that he could not taste the dish as it had dissolved into smoke. As a chef, tasting delicious food was a kind of enjoyment.
“Maybe the previous host wanted to tell me something through this dish… But since you didn’t let me taste the dish, I won’t believe whatever you want to say.” Bu Fang curled his lips.
Besides, he had his own goal, which was to become the God of Cooking that would top the food chain in this fantasy world. He would pursue this goal all his life, and he would not give up despite all the obstacles along the way.
The previous host might want to tell him that this path would be like the dish he left behind, which was just an illusion, and he would never reach his goal.
However, would Bu Fang care? He did not care at all. What concerned him was that he could not taste the dish.
He put the wooden container into the System’s storage space. As a chef, all he had to do was cook delicious dishes. He didn’t have to think too much about other things. No matter what he would face down the path, he would take measures according to the situation.
Tap.
He turned off the light, returned to his room, and lay down in the bed. Before long, he fell asleep.
Was the path of becoming the God of Cooking an illusion? How would Bu Fang know if he did not walk to the end of the path himself?
He had a wonderful dream that night, a dream that put a smile on the corners of his mouth. Even asleep, he had a happy and reminiscent look on his face.
The next day, as the morning star jumped out of the horizon, the sunlight shone at the earth, bringing warmth to the world that had been shrouded by the cold for one whole night.
Bu Fang woke up early in the morning and came to the kitchen. After practicing his knife techniques for a while, he began to cook. Sizzling sounds filled the air as flames danced beneath the Black Turtle Constellation Wok and ingredients jumped and rolled in the wok, sending forth rich aroma.
Another pleasant and leisurely day had begun.
After practicing cooking, Bu Fang came out of the kitchen with a steaming bowl of Dragon Blood Rice.
Clad in a black skirt, Nethery sat gracefully at the table. Bu Fang placed the dish before her, then took out a small plate with a few steaming Explosive Meatballs and placed it in front of Foxy. After that, he opened the door, pulled over a chair, and sat down in front of the restaurant.
In the distance, a dark cloud filled the sky, while the air was filled with terrible pressure. That was where the battlefield was located.
A gust of wind brought a faint warmth. Since the war had begun, there were no customers in front of the restaurant, so Bu Fang entered the Heaven and Earth Farmland. He wanted to study the new Time Gourmet Array. The array on the food container he saw yesterday made him realize that these arrays had more uses than they appeared.
The previous host used the Gourmet Arrays differently from Bu Fang. Perhaps he had not developed something like Death Food Tools, but he did work out other ways of using them, such as using the Imprison Gourmet Array as a seal.
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Outside Imprisoned Dragon Pass, Nether Prison experts floated in midair. The Sword Demon Patriarch stood on a sword with his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes were cold and indifferent, but monstrous killing intent could be seen surging deep inside.
The Fire Demon Patriarch loomed in the void, laughing evilly, while the other supreme experts of the nine clans, including the Sword Demon Patriarch and the Beastmaster Patriarch, had arrived.
The Sword Demon Patriarch glanced at the few old friends around him, focused his eyes, and said, “The inheritor of that man is in Earth Prison. We must defeat Earth Prison this time and kill that inheritor. If Di Ting, Nether Puppeteer, and the others are here, I’m sure they will do the same.”
“Hehehe… The inheritor of that man?” The Fire Demon Patriarch sneered. His eyes were red, and his body burned like a huge fireball. The next moment, his shrill voice exploded in the air. “He must die!”
“I didn’t know that man has an inheritor. If we allow him to grow up, he will become a major threat! We have to destroy the threat while it’s still in its infancy!” said a grim old man. A pitch-black snake was slithering in his sleeve.
In the sky, numerous Nether Prison battleships targeted Earth Prison’s defensive barrier. The next moment, beams of energy as powerful as the attack of a Great Saint kept shooting out of them and hit the shield.
All Earth Prison experts tensed up, for they knew that as soon as the barrier was broken, the war would begin!
The Sword Demon Patriarch’s eyes were cold as a silver sword rose into the sky from his back, ringing with a sharp sword cry.
“How are you going to resist us when Tian Cang is no longer with you? Yield now! You cannot stop Netherworld’s unification!”
All of a sudden, a sword light burst out in the sky, and then a terrible sword intent came slashing down at the barrier.
Boom!
A deafening noise rang out while a blinding light illuminated heaven and earth. At this moment, the whole of Earth Prison could see the bright light in the sky.
Hit by the sword of a Nine-revolution Great Saint, the barrier began to crack. The defensive shield left behind by Nether King Tian Cang had finally shattered!