When the vanity was gone, all that was left was loneliness.
Bu Fang sat upright in the restaurant.
It was very quiet and peaceful. The wine swirled in the cup, rippling and spreading out in circles.
Wushuang's head was bowed, and his vitality was gone.
He was a Sword God and a cultivator.
But on Planet Immortality, those who did not become immortals would always be mortals, and their lives would come to an end one day.
Now, after following Bu Fang for three hundred years, his life had come to an end.
The last wisp of wick had run out.
It turned into a dazzling sword intent and bloomed in the void.
Wushuang's thinking was simple. Even if he was going to die, he wanted to leave one last breathtaking scene in this world.
And he did.
His sword shook the whole Planet Immortality.
Countless experts exclaimed in admiration.
Many peak experts of the Martial Way felt their hair stand on end.
From this sword, they felt the invincibility and loneliness of tearing the void apart.
This sword … was not weaker than the sword of an immortal!
However …
This stunning sword strike was just the beginning.
Everyone on the planet raised their heads and looked up at the starry sky.
They were shocked to find …
Outside the starry sky, meteors fell one after another.
A vast meteor shower shocked the world.
Everyone thought that this was just a meteor shower, but they were wrong.
The flames dissipated.
What was revealed was the silhouettes of people walking in the air.
"Immortals!"
The whole planet was boiling.
Everyone knelt on the ground.
Countless experts of the Martial Way roared with desire.
Planet Immortality had always been searching for immortals.
However, they had not seen immortals for tens of thousands of years, but today, they saw the legendary immortals!
One immortal after another descended.
Countless people were excited. They kowtowed and knelt, praying to Heaven.
…
Houtu looked at the mortals below with a complicated look in her eyes.
This planet was too backward. The concentration of spiritual energy here was not even one percent of that in the Primitive Universe.
'Is that man … hiding here?'
Houtu sighed.
It had been more than three hundred years since that war.
That man had disappeared for more than three hundred years.
Although the universe had been peaceful for more than three hundred years.
However, under this calmness, there was a turbulent undercurrent that was even more unbearable.
At that time, everyone thought that the end of the world was coming.
After all, the supreme Soul God, who was comparable to the Primordial Heavenly Dao, had descended …
However, no one had expected this.
The mighty Soul God was suppressed and sealed by that man.
He had sealed Soul God at the cost of his cultivation base!
Below, countless mortals were kneeling in worship.
Houtu could feel the surging spiritual consciousness.
That was the faith of mortals.
Houtu sighed.
Why was Bu Fang hiding on this star?
Just because this star is backward?
Could it be that he wanted to quietly die of old age on this star?
The mortals on this planet were constantly seeking immortality.
But …
Little did they know that a real big shot was hiding among them.
To become an immortal in the mortal world.
Perhaps that man was the only one who could do it.
…
Houtu fell.
Her body changed, becoming simple and unadorned. No mortals recognized her.
There was a flash of light.
Yang Jian appeared in plain clothes.
The Celestial Dog followed him.
Houtu and Yang Jian nodded, then turned their heads at the same time to look in the direction of the restaurant.
In the restaurant, they sensed a familiar aura.
It was Bu Fang's aura.
However, this aura was extremely weak, extremely weak.
It was as if it would disappear at any moment.
Bu Fang …
Houtu and Yang Jian sighed.
The Celestial Dog let out a low whine.
The three of them stepped into the restaurant.
It was very leisurely, and there was a calming aura in it.
Mortal herbs were planted in the restaurant, and a faint fragrance wafted in the air.
Xiao Bai's dull mechanical eyes turned and rested on Houtu and Yang Jian, who had just stepped into the restaurant.
Then, it stopped paying attention to them.
Eighty lay weakly on the ground. When it saw the others step into the restaurant, it turned its head slightly.
The little fellow's mood was very depressed.
Outside the door, more and more immortals and deities of the Primordial Universe had arrived.
To them, three hundred years was just a blink of an eye.
The name of Bu Fang still resounded like thunder in their ears.
The title of the God of Cooking, who had suppressed Soul God, made them want to travel thousands of miles to this planet.
They just wanted to see Bu Fang's face.
Houtu saw Bu Fang.
She sucked in a cold breath.
She covered her mouth with her hand, and her eyes were filled with disbelief.
Bu Fang's current appearance …
His white hair fell over his head, and he was wrapped in a shabby robe.
His face was full of wrinkles, and his paralyzed face could be vaguely seen.
However, it had lost a lot of its sharpness and gained a lot of stability.
'How did Bu Fang become so old?'
Yang Jian's expression was complicated.
Three hundred years was the limit for a mortal.
If it weren't for Bu Fang's extraordinary fleshly body, he would have died when he was two hundred years old.
However, although Bu Fang had become a mortal, he could not have become so old.
As long as he cultivated a little, with his previous foundation, it would not be a problem for him to become an Immortal King and obtain immortality.
Could it be that Bu Fang had given up on cultivating?
When the Celestial Dog saw Bu Fang, it scurried over and licked Bu Fang's face.
There was a flicker of emotion in its eyes.
Bu Fang rubbed the dog's head. When he looked at it, he could not help but think of Lord Gou.
For Lord Gou and You, perhaps three hundred years was just a blink of an eye.
But for Bu Fang, it was almost a lifetime.
Different horizons led to different sensitivity to time.
If he were an immortal, he would not care about three hundred years.
But for a mortal, three hundred years was already three lifetimes.
"You …"
Houtu opened her mouth, wanting to say something.
However, Bu Fang raised his withered hand and waved it.
"Say no more …"
"Do me a favor."
Bu Fang raised his head and looked at Houtu with his cloudy eyes.
Houtu paused.
Bu Fang pointed at Wushuang in the distance, who had his head bowed and said, "This boy has been with me for three hundred years. If it were a hundred years ago, he would have had a chance to become an immortal by cutting the void with his sword. Unfortunately, he gave up that chance and continued to follow me … Now, I want you to help me save him."
Yang Jian and Houtu's eyes rested on Wushuang.
The look in their eyes changed slightly.
Although Wushuang had withered and died, the sword intent he left behind was extremely terrifying.
"Can a mortal achieve such a terrifying sword intent?!"
Sure enough, those who could follow Bu Fang were not ordinary.
Houtu nodded.
With Bu Fang's identity, this was not too much to ask for.
The lives on Planet Immortality were also in the Primitive Transmigration, so Houtu could naturally save him.
She raised her hand and circulated her energy.
She tapped her finger lightly in the void as if she was picking a leaf.
Wushuang had just died.
His soul had not yet dissipated.
Under the guidance of Houtu's energy, it quickly condensed.
Although Wushuang was a Sword God, in their eyes, he was no different from a mortal.
Yang Jian raised his hand.
He flicked his finger.
Suddenly, a stream of energy flowed out and fell on Wushuang.
His old body began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Soon, he returned to his youthful and vigorous state.
It was as if time had been turned back three hundred years.
Of course, Yang Jian's method was not to turn back time, but to help him recover his Qi and blood and let his body bloom with vitality again.
Buzz …
His soul returned to his body, and his Qi and blood rumbled.
Soon, Wushuang opened his eyes.
He gasped for breath, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
"Is he dead?
No …
"He's not dead!
"He's alive again?!
How could he be alive again?
His life force had come to an end, and he could see the River of Transmigration …
"How could he be alive again?"
Wushuang looked at his body, which was full of vitality, and he sucked in a cold breath.
"I …"
Wushuang opened his mouth.
He saw Houtu and Yang Jian.
He turned his head and saw Bu Fang sitting cross-legged in the distance.
"Could it be that … Bu Fang saved him?"
"Did the immortal master finally make a move?"
"Owner Bu, let's go back and cultivate again. When Soul God appears … I'll need you to suppress him."
Houtu looked at Bu Fang with eager eyes.
Saving Wushuang was just a matter of convenience.
However, the most important thing was to let Bu Fang return to the Primitive Universe.
Yang Jian did not say anything.
His eyes were filled with anticipation as he looked at Bu Fang.
The Celestial Dog stuck out its tongue and licked Bu Fang's face.
Everyone was waiting patiently.
In midair …
Lord Bird's body was shrouded in mist. Looking at Bu Fang, he sighed.
His figure disappeared into the void once again.
He had witnessed Bu Fang's transformation over the past three hundred years.
It was a transformation in the deepest part of his soul.
He had witnessed Bu Fang's cooking skills improving day by day.
He had never thought that …
At Bu Fang's level, his cooking skills could still improve at such a speed.
Every dish he cooked contained the purest and most genuine emotion.
Lord Bird was filled with emotion.
Back in the ancient Heavengod's relic, he had discussed cooking with Bu Fang.
At that time, Bu Fang insisted that the quality of the ingredients determined the quality of the food.
At that time, Lord Bird used a jar of Heavengod Husband and Wife Wine to refute Bu Fang.
But he had never expected that …
Hundreds of years had passed.
Bu Fang had given up the path he had always insisted on and embarked on the Emotional Cooking Path.
Just like the Heavengod Husband and Wife Wine.
Every dish was filled with emotion.
But …
The Emotional Path was even more difficult.
It was almost impossible to reach the end.
Some emotions … might have to be witnessed by life and death.
Three hundred years.
Lord Bird hid in the void for three hundred years and had been guarding Bu Fang.
Bu Fang traveled the stars and comprehended the Emotional Path.
From the feelings he had for the village at the beginning to the feelings he had seen when he traveled the continent.
He was used to seeing all kinds of emotions in the mortal world.
From the perspective of a bystander, he included all the emotions on this planet.
Today, Bu Fang had cast aside the vanity and dregs, and what was left was … the essence.
Unfortunately …
The Emotional Path was not that simple after all.
…
Bu Fang shook his head, picked up the cup, and drank the wine in one gulp.
He turned his head to look at Wushuang.
"Now that you have become an immortal, do you want to stay, or … leave? The path to becoming an immortal is open to you. "
Bu Fang said.
His eyes were calm.
That calmness made Houtu and Yang Jian's hearts palpitate.
Wushuang was still a little confused. He needed to sort out his thoughts.
"He has become an immortal?"
He thought.
The surging magic power in his body made his face flush.
He had followed Bu Fang for three hundred years, and the sword intent he had comprehended could already shatter the void.
Although his comprehension was not as profound as Bu Fang's, Bu Fang had occasionally answered his questions.
His sword was not the Emotionless Sword, but the Emotional Sword that had fused with his own emotions.
"Immortal Master … I swear to follow you until death!"
Wushuang knelt on the ground and stared at Bu Fang with some emotion.
Bu Fang nodded.
He did not say anything.
He asked Houtu and Yang Jian to leave.
"Go. I will return when I have to. If I can't … everything will have to go with the rules.
The Stately Painting can only suppress Soul God for a thousand years. If I can't return and force my way back, I won't be able to stop Soul God from breaking the seal.
It's meaningless, "Bu Fang said.
"I've repaid my debt. Now … what I have to do is walk the path I should walk."
Bu Fang's words made Yang Jian, Houtu, and the others frown.
They could not guess what Bu Fang was thinking.
But they could do nothing about Bu Fang's stubbornness.
They left the restaurant.
The other immortals and deities kept coming in to visit Bu Fang.
They were really annoyed.
Bu Fang asked Xiao Bai, who had been silent for a long time, to make a move.
After exposing a few immortals and deities, these curious little immortals and deities finally calmed down.
Wushuang was horrified.
It turned out that the dull, iron-like Xiao Bai was so strong!
The immortals stayed outside the restaurant.
Time flew.
Another two hundred years passed in a flash.
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