879 The Bronze Palace… Opens (2/2)
”Someone ate the noodles?”
His voice was loud and ear-piercing. Everybody tensed.
Bu Fang furrowed his brows as he tightened his grip on the Black Turtle Constellation Wok. In case things went wrong, he would hurl the Black Turtle Constellation Wok instantly.
Rumble! Rumble!
The giant body of the demon king stepped forward. It was just two steps, but he had reached the bronze palace in an instant.
He looked at the bowl of noodles, his eyes thrilled…
Right!
He was thrilled!
Everybody was baffled. The bowl of noodles was eaten, so why did the demon king look thrilled?
It was the bowl of noodles he had kneeled and waited for ten thousand years, wasn't it?
Roar!
His roar seemed capable of breaking the sky.
Magma in the sky rolled and surged.
Then, as people were watching him, the demon king's arms pounded on the bronze palace's doors.
This time, the palace's doors didn't disappear like the moon in the water anymore. They were solid at this moment.
The demon king put his hands on the doors, his eyes looking so excited!
That bowl of noodles had restrained him for ten thousand years! And now that it was finally eaten, the path of transcendence was open to him!
”Open! Open for me!” The demon king roared. His blood and true energy surged like dragons on rising waves!
That squeaking noise echoed in people's ears, giving them goosebumps.
It had been so many years. Since the great doors of the bronze palace had never been pushed open for a long time, the sound reverberated within their ears.
Liu Mobai, the first Valley Master of the Valley of Gluttony, was excited as well. He realized and understood all things now.
The strongest demon king had waited for that bowl of noodles to start on his path of transcendence. However, since it was behind the doors, like the flower in the mirror or the moon in water, he couldn't touch it. Once it was still there, the bronze palace wouldn't open.
The strongest demon king couldn't eat it. Thus, he had to kneel there and wait for ten thousand years…
Finally… the noodles were eaten!
The gate of transcendence had finally opened!
The squeaking sounds echoed unceasingly, reaching the sky. They resounding throughout the entire Hidden Dragon Continent!
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Taotie Restaurant, Valley of Gluttony
Lying under the Path-understanding Tree, the snoring Lord Dog slowly opened his drowsy eyes. He looked somewhat irritated.
”It got eaten? That thing got eaten? Who ate it?”
Squinting his eyes, Lord Dog shook his head. He stuck his tongue out, leaning against the Path-understanding Tree one more time.
”Transcendence… Easier said than done… It's much better and more carefree to eat that kid Bu Fang's Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs.”
After a while, Lord Dog slowly got up from the ground, mumbling, ”Lord Dog is going to watch the fun...”
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Nether King Er Ha clasped his hands, strolling through the snowy street.
All of a sudden, his ears twitched, as though he heard the sound of ancient times. His eyes focused instantly.
”Interesting… Those people from the Ruin Prison want to get to heaven… They want to transcend...”
Nether King Er Ha raised the corners of his mouth. Then, he lifted his hand, cutting the air to make a void crack. He pushed it open and went in.
Zi Yun, the Saintess who had been following Nether King Er Ha, was a little surprised. Then, she followed him, entering the space fissure as well.
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Roar!
The closed bronze doors finally opened.
The old man looked very excited, and the demon king was also looking forward to it!
Boom! Boom!
Loud explosions echoed as the great doors completely opened.
Everybody was shaken.
The old man from the Valley of Gluttony didn't say anything, dashing directly into the palace.
The strongest demon king sighed then strode towards the place.
Amethyst Elder hesitated for a while then rushed forward.
Bu Fang didn't advance further. Instead, he walked to the gate, picked the drunk-looking Shrimpy up, and placed it on his shoulder.
”You human… What do you think our Shrimp Ancestor is?!” Ao Bai tried to gather his courage, shakily asking Bu Fang.
Shrimp Ancestor… It was their f*cking Shrimp Ancestor…
Being the leader of the gold shrimp tribe, he felt like he had the mission and responsibility to bring their Shrimp Ancestor back.
Bu Fang grabbed the wok in one hand while his other hand held the kitchen knife. He cocked his head to one side, indifferently looking at Ao Bai.
The latter was startled.
This human wasn't a weak chicken. If that wok were to smash over, he would become a flat shrimp.
The corners of Bu Fang's mouth twitched. He crouched and picked up the bowl on the ground.
The bowl was still warm. It was hard to imagine that this bowl of noodles had been here for ten thousand years.
Who cooked this bowl of noodles?
There were still remnants of soup in the bowl. The soup released a tender radiance, and somehow, it was glowing.
This meant that the chef who made this dish had excellent cooking skills…
At least, that person wasn't weaker than Bu Fang.
Exhaling, Bu Fang knew that his path of becoming the God of Cooking was still very long. However, at least, he wasn't lonely on that path.
Bu Fang's fighting will increased instantly. As he wanted to become the God of Cooking who topped the food chain in this fantasy world, he must crush everybody.
That was his goal! That was why for this goal, Bu Fang was trying his best!
Dropping the bowl, Bu Fang put away the Black Turtle Constellation Wok and the Golden Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, then headed toward the bronze palace.
Ao Bai gazed at Bu Fang's back. Gritting his teeth, he followed the latter.