The most frightening thing was that the air suddenly became quiet.
The Great Sage Acheron was stunned. His eyes widened as he looked at Bu Fang. The look of disbelief in his eyes was like a bolt of lightning that pierced through the sky.
Bu Fang was also stunned. He slightly opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.
The Great Sage Acheron raised the biscuit in his hand and looked at it. The biscuit was perfectly round, and its golden surface was inlaid with two slices of a spirit fruit.
But … he hadn't eaten it yet.
The Great Sage Acheron had a bad feeling in his heart.
He opened his mouth, and a mass of hot air involuntarily rose from his chest. Then, it gathered in his mouth and finally spurted out.
In the air, it turned into a scarlet fireball. The fireball exploded like a gorgeous firework.
It was too beautiful to behold. Perfect technique …
However, it was useless.
This …
"Why hasn't your ability disappeared yet?"
Bu Fang was a little surprised. Looking at the Great Sage Acheron, he asked doubtfully.
"An hour has passed. Under normal circumstances, your ability should have disappeared … Is it because your ability is too weak, so it prolonged its disappearance?" Bu Fang said after thinking for a moment.
The Great Sage Acheron's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Bu Fang's words gave him a little hope. If it was really like what Bu Fang had said, then it was not bad.
Otherwise, he, the Great Sage Acheron, the Great Sage Nine Revolution, would spit out a fireball when he was fighting against someone.
That scene would be extremely awkward.
It would be like a street juggler grabbing a wooden stick and spitting it out. Instantly, the fireball on the wooden stick would explode …
He was the supreme Great Sage Acheron of Earth Prison, not a street juggler!
Another hour passed by.
The Great Sage Acheron sat on the chair, his face dark.
Bu Fang, on the other hand, was selling pancakes with great enthusiasm.
Many people spent Nether Crystals to buy flatbreads, and they were very happy.
Although 150,000 Underworld Crystals was a lot, those who could afford to buy flatbread were basically Little Saint level experts. Therefore, it was not difficult for them to fork out 150,000 Underworld Crystals.
Some of the Little Saint even ate the flatbread extravagantly to feel the effects of the flatbread.
Boom!
As the Little Saint, who wanted to test the efficacy of the flatbread, ate the flatbread, a wisp of fortune energy from the flatbread flowed into his body.
The Little Saint's eyes lit up.
In the next moment, two pairs of pure white wings appeared on his back.
It flapped its wings, and it instantly turned into a stream of light that sliced through the sky.
His cultivation base continued to rise. Although it wasn't much, it was enough to make the Little Saint ecstatic.
It seemed like his luck was pretty good.
Also, the Fortune Flatbread could really give people fortune.
If he was lucky, he might really become a Great Sage and turn the tables on Nether Prison as Owner Bu had said.
At that time, he might really become famous all over the world.
The Great Sage Acheron glanced at the ecstatic Little Saint and snorted.
His voice boomed like thunder.
It exploded in the Little Saint's ears, causing the Little Saint to be dumbfounded.
"Get out of here! Don't show off in front of me again, or I'll kill you with a finger! "
The Great Sage Acheron threatened with a dark face.
The Little Saint quickly flapped the wings on his back and left the shop.
Bu Fang looked over curiously.
The Great Sage Acheron's nostrils flared. He glanced at Bu Fang, then opened his mouth.
Rumble …
Another gorgeous fireball shot out and exploded in the air like a gorgeous flower.
The Great Sage Acheron almost fainted when he saw the fireball.
'It's over …'
His reputation as the Great Sage Acheron was ruined by a flatbread.
"I can't believe it's a permanent ability … You … You must be the legendary chosen one!"
Bu Fang said, his eyes wide as he looked at the Great Sage Acheron.
He was really surprised. The System had said that it was very difficult to get a permanent ability from the Fortune Flatbread. The chance was almost one in ten thousand.
But what happened?
The Great Sage Acheron had gotten a permanent ability on the second flatbread.
Although this ability was a little useless, but … who cared?
His luck was simply heaven-defying!
The look of astonishment in Bu Fang's eyes made the Great Sage Acheron want to slap him to death.
He was a little confused, wondering if he was lucky or unlucky …
Glancing at the last flatbread in his hand, the Great Sage Acheron was a little hesitant.
As the chosen one who had gotten a permanent ability after eating the flatbread, he should be very confident in his luck.
However …
After thinking for a while, the Great Sage Acheron gave up on eating the last flatbread.
Who knew if he activated another permanent ability that could spray water? If so, he could only hide in a corner and cry silently.
Bu Fang entered the kitchen.
After a while, he came out again.
Once again, he took out a basket of Fortune Flatbread.
The diners who had bought the flatbread left the restaurant one after another, all very excited.
The news about the Fortune Flatbread in the restaurant quickly spread throughout Earth Prison.
The Fortune Flatbread could give the person who ate it an unimaginable fortune. As long as one was lucky enough, one could even temporarily advance from the Little Saint Realm to the Great Sage Realm.
As long as one had confidence in himself, a flatbread could help him reach the peak of his life.
There was also a one in ten thousand chance that he could get a permanent ability.
Just like the Great Sage Acheron, he could get the ability to breathe fire permanently.
In less than a day, the news spread throughout the whole Earth Prison.
Everyone was dumbfounded the moment they heard the news.
Fortune Flatbread?
What the hell was that?
Getting a fortune by luck?
Was there such a flatbread? Eating a flatbread was like drawing a lottery …
Many people were skeptical at first.
However, when a diner pulled out a piece of flatbread in front of the many experts, he took a bite and swallowed it with a loud crack.
The Little Saint instantly turned into a giant more than five meters tall, and the energy surrounding his body was extremely strong.
The strength of the Seventh Revolution Little Saint also instantly reached the Ninth Revolution Little Saint Realm.
Everyone was dumbfounded by what they saw.
It was much better than the supreme-grade Acheron Helplessness Wine, which could continuously improve the strength of the Second Revolution.
Of course, half an hour later, the Little Saint returned to his original state, but his aura did not fluctuate or collapse.
This once again made everyone's blood boil.
This was a kind of enhancement method without any side effects. If everyone had a flatbread, they could bite it and gain a powerful ability when facing a Nether Prison expert in a great battle, and they could definitely catch the enemy by surprise!
As the shop owner said, if one became the Great Sage by eating the flatbread, wouldn't his name go down in history?
In this epoch, he would leave behind a thick and colorful stroke.
Everyone had a dream of becoming the Great Sage, and for this dream, they were happy to move forward!
For that sliver of opportunity, that sliver of opportunity …
Therefore, when the news came out, the whole Earth Prison was boiling.
The aristocratic families rubbed their palms and rushed to Acheron's little store.
This time, the sale was even more popular than that of the supreme-grade Acheron Helplessness Wine.
For a moment, the door of the little store was crowded with people.
Bu Fang brought out basket after basket of Fortune Flatbreads from the kitchen.
He was very happy to sell the flatbreads.
If it weren't for the fact that each person was limited to three flatbreads a day, the roof of Acheron's little store would have been torn off.
Those diners were really crazy.
Even Jin Jiao and Yin Jiao had come to the store.
Hades Erha, Yinglong Prison Overlord, and Lord Gou were nowhere to be found.
Nether Prison was eyeing them covetously, but it hadn't launched an attack yet. It might be waiting for an opportunity.
Therefore, when the remaining Prison Overlords learned about Bu Fang's Fortune Flatbread, they all came to the store. If the flatbread was really that magical, it would definitely become a powerful weapon for Earth Prison to fight against Nether Prison!
Of course, such a sensational news couldn't be kept from Nether Prison.
The people of Nether Prison also learned about it.
However, most of them snorted.
"Fortune Flatbread? A flatbread can steal the fortune of heaven and earth? It's ridiculous … "
"Earth Prison is trying to relieve the pressure brought to them by our army. That's why they sent out such a ridiculous message to intimidate our army."
"The people of Earth Prison are indeed idiots. They deserve to be trampled by Nether Prison in the near future."
…
The auras of Nether Prison experts towered into the sky as they stood there.
Nether Prison's army began to assemble.
The armies that had conquered the surrounding small worlds had returned and gathered in the void.
The army of the Fire Demon Clan, the Shadow Demon Clan, and the Nether Chef Clan …
After conquering the surrounding small worlds, the armies of the nine clans gathered in the center.
Their terrible auras seemed to have turned into monstrous beasts that were about to break through the sky.
The sound of war horns tore through the sky and was deafening.
Every Nether Prison expert's blood boiled at the sound of the horns, and they roared into the sky.
Warships sailed across the sky, each manned by an army and guarded by a Nine-revolution Little Saint.
As the warships sailed past, the oppressive void rumbled as if it could not bear the weight.
They brought with them a heavy and oppressive aura.
In the sky, there was a stream of light flying past.
It floated in midair in an instant.
A silver sword flew across the sky, and a gray-robed old man stood on its blade with his hands clasped behind his back. He was none other than the Patriarch of the Sword Demon Clan.
In the void, there seemed to be a huge shadow faintly discernible. It was a creature that seemed to be condensed from flames, burning the void, and terrifying heat waves swept out.
He was the Patriarch of the Fire Demon Clan.
The Patriarchs of the six clans had all appeared.
They stood high in the sky, with twisted small worlds over their heads, and the Will of the Great Path hanging down from their bodies.
They made them look like real gods, causing the soldiers to tremble.
As the Patriarchs of the various clans joined the battle, the whole Netherworld boiled.
Rumble!
The void was crushed.
Tens of thousands of Netherworld soldiers roared in the sky.
They came from the distant void, bringing with them a terrible oppressive aura that went straight to Earth Prison.
Meanwhile, Earth Prison …
The craze for flatbread had gradually come to an end.
The experts who had bought flatbread had returned to their senses.
All the aristocratic families and clans sent out their armies to fight against the Nether Prison army under the leadership of their experts.
Earth Prison was very strong, so Nether Prison had gathered its armies to fight against the Nether Prison army.
This was a great show of respect to Earth Prison, but it was a disaster for Earth Prison.
The army of the nine Nether Prison clans was so strong that if the old Hades was still alive, he would not be able to lead Earth Prison's army to resist it.
But now, the old Hades Tenzang was long gone.
How could Earth Prison resist it?
In the border of Earth Prison, hundreds of thousands of soldiers had gathered.
Everyone raised their heads and looked at the distant void.
There, dark clouds pressed down on the city.
Above the black clouds, there were many majestic figures. Their terrifying auras pierced through the sky and the earth.
Buzz …
An invisible barrier appeared outside the Infernal Realm.
A curtain of light separated the Nether Prison army and the Earth Prison army.
The war seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.
…
Acheron's Little Restaurant
The morning sun shone on the earth.
Bu Fang opened the door of the restaurant, and a gust of cold wind blew in.
The winter of Earth Prison seemed to be coming.
Bu Fang looked at the deserted door, but his expression didn't change much.
The customers who came to buy flatbread never came again. This was a signal.
That was the start of the war.
Nether Prison's invasion of Earth Prison was a war to defend their homeland.
Bu Fang exhaled softly.
He pulled a chair, placed it in front of the restaurant, and lay down on it.
The sun shone down, making him feel warm.
Squeak.
No one knew when Little Hu had jumped out of You's arms and landed on Bu Fang's belly.
The little guy's lively eyes kept rolling around.
The corner of Bu Fang's mouth twitched as he rubbed the latter's head.
With a wave of his hand, an Explosive Meatball appeared.
Little Hu's eyes lit up. Grabbing the Explosive Meatball that Bu Fang handed over, he stood on Bu Fang's belly and ate it happily.
Holding the Explosive Meatball in his little paws, his mouth bulged as he ate happily.
You was wearing a black dress. Her straight legs were fair and attractive.
She stood at the door, behind Bu Fang's chair.
She raised her head and looked into the distance.
In her pitch-black eyes, there seemed to be a bright light flowing.
Earth Prison was her home. Although she had been banished, no matter what, Earth Prison was still her home. She still cared about the safety of her home.
In the distant sky, there seemed to be a black hole expanding.
It was a dark haze hanging over it.
Suddenly …
The chair made a squeaking sound.
Bu Fang stood up from his seat and pushed Little Hu, who was eating the Explosive Meatball, into You's arms.
Under You's puzzled gaze …
With his hands clasped behind his back, Bu Fang strode forward.
"Help me look after the store for a while. I'm going to pay off some debts …"
Bu Fang's words were directed at You. His words still lingered in You's ears.
His figure had already disappeared in the hazy fog.
You held Little Hu in her arms, watching Bu Fang's disappearing figure without saying anything.
Bu Fang walked out of the Acheron's restaurant and left the rebuilt Acheron City.
He came out of the city.
He strode forward as if he could shrink the ground into inches.
With his hands clasped behind his back, his Vermillion Robe and hair fluttered in the wind.
When he reached the bank of the Acheron River, he still didn't stop. With one step, he stepped into the Acheron River.
He walked on the waves.
In the distance …
Mist lingered on the surface of the river.
A small boat was swaying as it approached.
A sad flute sound lingered on the river.
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