1355 Half a Drop of Divine Power Is Enough To Beat You (1/2)

Of course, even Bu Fang could not revive a person from the Transmigration. It would be extremely difficult to resurrect an ordinary person who didn't have a cultivation base, not to mention Tian Cang, a top Perfected Great Saint.

The stronger a person's strength, the deeper his entanglements with the Transmigration were, and the difficulty of resurrecting him was multiplied. After all, when it comes to Transmigration, simple things become complicated.

So, all Bu Fang could do was to deceive the Transmigration.

In fact, everything was still working in accordance with the normal Laws of Transmigration, but he could exploit the loopholes in the laws so that Tian Cang's soul could stay in this world longer. That was why he used the Senseless Lotus coupled with the Time and Imprisoned Gourmet Arrays.

The combination of these two arrays could have the effect of deceiving the Transmigration. Although the effect was not lasting, as long as the arrays were reinforced regularly, the effect of the resurrection could be achieved.

Complicated as it might sound, it was simply a matter of forcibly trapping Tian Cang's soul in this world and preventing him from returning to the Transmigration. Even so, the challenge was how to deceive the Transmigration. After all, it took a lot of courage to do so, for the smallest mistake could lead to failure and even make him suffer from the backlash.

Looking at the mysterious clouds churning in the sky, Tian Cang sighed with emotions and said, ”This sky is the Transmigration.”

Bu Fang looked up. He knew that everything around him was a memory from the depths of Tian Cang's mind. If he wanted to deceive the Transmigration, he must start with these memories. He put his hands behind his back and slowly rose into the air. Tian Cang followed. The two of them rose into the sky together and soon broke through the clouds.

They were greeted by a boundless starry sky. In front of them was a silent sea of stars, flowing slowly with dazzling stars. In this sea of stars, however, was a huge vortex, which looked like a black hole that could devour everything.

”That is the real Transmigration,” Tian Cang said gravely. As he said that, there seemed to be fear in his eyes.

'So this black hole is the Transmigration?' Looking at the black hole, Bu Fang was lost in thought.

The black hole was extremely dark, and light and objects would be devoured once they approached it. It was like the mouth of a real Taotie, very frightening.

Bu Fang just looked at it, and his mind was completely absorbed, but then he managed to recover himself after Tian Cang gently tapped him on the shoulder. Looking at the black hole, he was somewhat surprised.

Bu Fang nodded.

Suddenly, Tian Cang's body burst into a golden light.

”Here it comes…” said Bu Fang.

Tian Cang's eyes narrowed as he saw two golden arrays emerge and spin around him.

”One of them is Time, while the other is Imprisoned. They can help you deceive the Transmigration and prevent you from being pulled back…”

Bu Fang kicked the void with his toe and flew away, watching from a distance.

The two spinning arrays overlapped as if blending together, shining brightly like a hot sun in the starry sky and echoing the black hole in the distance. The next moment, a white lotus flower appeared beneath Tian Cang's feet, its petals bloomed, and from them, motes of light rose and enveloped him. He looked very peaceful, and his aura seemed to disappear from this world.

The strange feeling made the corners of Bu Fang's mouth twitch slightly. ”Looks like it's going to succeed. But we can't celebrate too early. Next, you can only rely on yourself…” he murmured.

With a buzzing sound, Bu Fang felt that everything in front of him begin to blur. The next moment, his consciousness returned to his body. He opened his eyes and saw Tian Cang sitting in front of him.

At this moment, Tian Cang's soul was in a fierce struggle. Whether he would resurrect or perish, it all depended on the result of the struggle and his luck. Bu Fang had done everything he could. After all, he was not a god. He was just a mortal and a chef. He only used the means of a chef to give Tian Cang a chance to come back to life. But Tian Cang would have to fight his own battle.

He took his finger away from Tian Cang's forehead, stood up, swept the dust from his clothes, and gently breathed a sigh of relief.

In his spirit sea, the four Artifact Spirits were silent. They didn't seem to understand the choice Bu Fang had made. After helping Tian Cang deceive the Transmigration, he would definitely be tangled in karma. Worst of all, it was the karma of Transmigration, which was too great for him to withstand.

They did not recommend him to do so. However, since he had made the decision, they could not refute him. They were Artifact Spirits, after all, and all they had to do was to assist the host to reach the peak, though he was still far from that goal…

At this moment, however, the four Artifact Spirits all had a strange feeling. They felt that Bu Fang seemed a little different from the previous hosts.

Bu Fang didn't disturb Tian Cang. He glanced at the closed bronze door in the distance, where Lord Dog was breaking through inside. The huge Nether energy vortex over it was spinning rapidly, terrible to look at. He knew that once Lord Dog broke through, his strength would definitely reach a very fearful level.

He went to the White Tiger Heaven Stove, put away the things on it, turned it into a belt, and fastened it around his waist. As for the Black Turtle Constellation Wok and the rest, they turned into smoke and rushed into his wrist.

Having done all that, Bu Fang turned his eyes to the entrance to the Black Temple. An invisible barrier enveloped it. The barrier was soundproof, so outside sounds could not enter the palace. Whitey's chubby figure was standing at the entrance, blocking any disturbance from the outside world.

Suddenly, Whitey turned its head. Its mechanical eyes flashed, then it strode to Bu Fang and held out its big palm, on which was a tiny thing that had been smashed.

”Hmm? Have you learned a new skill?” Bu Fang asked, looking at what looked like a fly that had been swatted.

Whitey tilted its head and pushed the palm forward again.

At this close distance, Bu Fang finally saw what it was. It was a metal bug still buzzing and flashing with arcs, made with great precision by perfectly combining numerous tiny parts together. He could also sense the fluctuation of a spiritual mark in it.

Apparently, the moment the bug was swatted, the spiritual mark in it ignited and burned off everything. Such a technique made it an excellent tool for spying.

Bu Fang flicked the tiny bug to the ground with his finger.

Whitey raised its hand and scratched its round head, seemingly confused.