1315 Destroys the City With a Sword, the Arrival of a Crisis (1/2)
The appearance of the gray-robed old man changed the expressions of all the Earth Prison experts. They couldn't help frowning in dread. Even Lord Dog yawned to show his seriousness.
Bu Fang didn't feel anything special, however. He just sensed that their emotions had changed ever so slightly.
He had put away the supreme-grade Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine. As days passed, fewer and fewer people came to buy the wine. Almost all those who could afford it had made the purchase, and since only the first cup was effective, no one would spend another one million Nether Crystals for a second cup. It wasn't worth the price. Even if someone did buy a second cup, it would be just for the taste. No one except Nether King Er Ha would be so extravagant as to spend so much money for that purpose.
As a result, the business of Bu Fang's restaurant gradually returned to normal.
Recently, Yellow Spring Great Sage kept visiting the restaurant. It was not because he fell in love with the atmosphere, but he liked to hold and stroke his jade jar there. Whenever someone looked over, he would explain that the jar contained the wine that cost one million Nether Crystals a cup. Every time he did that, people would look shocked. The jar was about the size of a fist, and that meant it could fill over a dozen cups. That made it worth over ten million Nether Crystals.
Yellow Spring Great Sage enjoyed those shocked looks. Whenever someone was shocked, he would be very happy. At his level, ordinary materials could no longer make him feel happy. What he wanted was the joy on the spiritual level.
Nether King Er Ha and the others didn't hesitate to roll their eyes at him, and they didn't conceal their disdain for his shallow behavior.
Since no one was buying the wine, Bu Fang began to cook. A restaurant was not a wine shop, after all. In any restaurant, food was the main focus. Although the effect of his dishes was nowhere near as good as the supreme-grade Yellow Spring Helplessness Wine, they still had some effect.
Ting-a-ling!
The kitchen's curtain was lifted, and the bell rang. Bu Fang walked out of it with a plate of a steaming dish in hand. A rich fragrance spread from it, making all the people in the restaurant twitch their noses and sniff at the smell.
”It smells great.”
Everyone's eyes lit up. Bu Fang placed the dish on the table. Lord Dog had already bolted over with an impatient look, laid his front paws on the table, and stuck out his tongue. It was his favorite, Sweet 'n' Sour Dragon Meat Ribs.
Nethery had woken up. She slept for two days after drinking the wine, and she was already starving. With Foxy in her arms, she sat to the side and began eating a bowl of Dragon Blood Rice.
After finishing his food, Prison Overlord Ying Long took his leave from Yellow Spring Great Sage and the others, then walked out of the restaurant and flew away. As one of the Overlords of Earth Prison and the expert in charge of the order, he couldn't just sit back and watch a Nether Prison Great Saint intrude.
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The gray-robed old man floated outside the Black Temple, looking indifferently at the building with his hands clasped behind his back. Soon, a clump of black smoke drifted out of the temple toward him.
”I didn't expect that the Sword Demon Patriarch would come here in person. Welcome!” the supreme existence of the Black Temple said in a hoarse voice and smiled at the old man.
The temple's gates opened with a creak. The old man chuckled, and the sword energy around him seemed to boil. Then, he followed the Black Temple's expert through the gates and disappeared. Suddenly, the temple's gates closed, producing a deafening rumble.
Inside the Black Temple, the two mighty experts seemed to be plotting something. A night had gone by when the gates opened again. With his hands clasped behind him, the old man flew out of the temple, stepped on a sword light, and sped away.
The Black Temple expert hovered at the gates. Wisps of blood-colored light swirled in the black smoke that shrouded him, and he seemed to be contemplating.
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At the Cave of the Fallen Gods...
The golden skeleton sat cross-legged in front of the cave. Its body seemed to radiate dazzling golden light, and the blood-colored ghostly fire in its eye sockets throbbed as it looked at the distant sky, where a majestic sword light suddenly appeared.
”Jin Lou, you should know why I am here…” With his hands clasped behind his back, the gray-robed old man hovered over the golden skeleton.
The golden skeleton turned its skull and slowly looked up. The ghostly fire in its eyes flickered.
”The catastrophe of this age is coming. If the Netherworld does not become a great world, it will follow in your footsteps, and you, the so-called forbidden lands, will be completely annihilated in the long river of history,” said the old man. ”The forbidden land could help you survive the first catastrophe, but it cannot help you withstand the second catastrophe. When it comes… you will all die.”
The golden skeleton's ghostly fire twitched, and a clicking sound rang out as if it was sneering. ”How can you nine traitors be qualified to withstand the catastrophe when even that man had failed to do so?” The fire in its eyes beat, showing that it was agitated.
Instead of getting angry, the old man just smiled. The next moment, a beam of sword energy appeared in his hand. With a light toss, the beam flew toward the skeleton.
”Jin Lou, it is not for you to judge if we are traitors. I just want to ask you now: do you want to live?” the old man said faintly as he hovered in midair on a sword light.
The golden skeleton reached out a golden palm, and immediately, the sword energy fell and wrapped it up. Upon sensing the energy, the fire in its eyes flickered violently. ”You… Did you touch the barrier?!”
The old man was pleased with the skeleton's shock. ”Not me… but us. All nine of us have touched the barrier, and Di Ting even had half of his foot into it… This is what gives us the confidence to withstand the catastrophe. As long as the Netherworld becomes a great world, we will survive it.”