1369 Nine Years! (1/2)

Di Ting's words startled everyone present. It was too crazy. None of them knew how to do it. In fact, everything they did was arranged by him.

As the strongest expert in Nether Prison, Di Ting arranged everything, and the idea of unifying the Netherworld and transcending it to a great world also came from him first. However, they remembered that he once said that Earth Prison and the Immortal Cooking Realm must be brought under Nether Prison before they could carry out this step. Could they succeed now without these two small worlds? Why was Di Ting in such a hurry? Why did they feel that things suddenly became so urgent?

The Great Saints and Patriarchs of Nether Prison were not fools. They could sense Di Ting's urgency, and that somewhat confused them. However, he didn't explain too much to them but told them to do as he ordered and get the news out.

It was not a simple thing to unify various small worlds and then transcend to a great world. It did not happen by just shouting, ”A great world is founded!' There was a lot of preparation to be done.

Each small world had its own Great Path, which formed its internal rules. First of all, the Great Path in every small world needed to be sorted out. The sorting was not integrating, and it would take a long time. After that, a dominant Great Path would be chosen to connect all the other Great Paths so that these scattered Great Paths had the same leader, and in turn, this leader would be the main body of the great world.

There was no question that Nether Prison would be the main body of the Great Netherworld. As for Earth Prison, it had been excluded.

Besides, they also needed to attract the mysterious Power of the Laws. Only with its recognition could the Netherworld become a great world.

Di Ting had more knowledge than many people. He knew that there were many great worlds in the starry sky and that they were vast in size. That man once said that this universe had three thousand great worlds, and only by jumping out could they last forever. He didn't understand at that time, but after the catastrophe, he understood what that man meant. As long as the Netherworld did not become a great world, people in it would always be frogs in a well, unaware of the vastness of the universe.

Di Ting's orders were passed on. The experts were puzzled, but out of their fanatical admiration for him, they accepted the orders and left.

For a moment, the whole Nether Prison was stirring. With it in the center, a storm soon swept through many small worlds. Of course, neither Earth Prison nor the Immortal Cooking Realm had been affected at all.

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Bu Fang's breakthrough was completed. The breakthrough in his divine will could be said to have enhanced his cooking skills.

He returned to the restaurant and walked out of the kitchen. Nethery and Foxy had finished their meals, leaving only empty cups and bowls on the table. He cleared the table, went back to the kitchen, and put the dishes into the automatic dishwasher.

After that, he went back to his room and took a hot shower. As the hot water ran across his skin, he felt as if all his weariness had been washed away. It was a feeling that was hard to describe.

After taking a bath, he leaned against the window while waiting for his hair to dry, holding a glass and swirling the wine inside. He enjoyed the beautiful night view of the city over a glass of wine. When he had finished the wine, he lay down on the bed. Soon, the sound of regular breathing filled the room. He had sunk into a deep sleep.

At Bu Fang's level, sleep was no longer very important to him, and he could even stay awake for a very long time. But he still kept this habit. For him, all he cared about was enjoying the process of sleep. Having peace of mind was what made him like to do it.

The next day, Bu Fang opened the restaurant door as he had promised. The news that the Yellow Spring Little Restaurant was finally open for business after a few days delighted its longtime customers, while the experts of aristocratic families who stayed in the city lined up frantically, all wanting to be the first to taste Bu Fang's dishes.

Tian Cang had not come back yet. It was almost three days later when he hurried back and landed in front of the restaurant. He had made a deal with Bu Fang, and one of the conditions was that he would be away for three days. Now that the time was up, as a man who always honored his words, he left Ice Saint and returned to work as a waiter in the restaurant.

When many experts of aristocratic families saw him work as a waiter, they were all frightened as if they had seen a ghost. Since then, strange things often happened in the restaurant. For example, when Tian Cang brought a dish to a table, everyone on that table would stand up and bow respectfully to him. No matter how he tried to stop them, they still insisted on saluting him. They could not just accept his service for granted. After all, he was once the Nether King of Earth Prison and an invincible existence.

This had led to a bit of chaos in the restaurant. But Bu Fang knew it was normal, and after a while, everyone would get used to it. And this was indeed the case.

After the news that Tian Cang had become a waiter in Yellow Spring Little Restaurant spread, everyone went crazy. The experts all over Earth Prison came frantically toward Yellow Spring City, and because of this, the city had become more prosperous.

Yellow Spring Great Sage was back. He held the jade wine jar all day long, wandering in the restaurant happily, tasting food, and drinking wine. The leisurely lifestyle had replaced his hobby of holding grass, and it made him very happy.

Nether King Er Ha and the Prison Overlords also kept visiting the restaurant. Although Tian Cang refused to be the Nether King again, they were still full of respect for him.

Gradually, Yellow Spring City had developed into one of Earth Prison's three major cities. It was constantly expanding. Countless people migrated to previously barren areas within the city, and tall buildings were springing up.

Bu Fang enjoyed this kind of life very much. During the day, he practiced cooking, and at night, he left the restaurant to stroll around the city and taste various Earth Prison delicacies. Sometimes, he also thought about new dishes. Cooking was a profession that required a lot of imagination as well. Only with rich imagination could new dishes be created continuously.

Time always passed very quickly in this kind of simple life. Three years later, Lord Dog returned. As soon as he entered the restaurant, his first words were to ask for Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs. He finally stabilized his cultivation base and had even made great progress. Now, whenever his eyes twinkled, they seemed to be able to destroy the stars in the sky.

To the surprise of all Earth Prison experts, Nether Prison had not made any moves in these three years. They did not invade Earth Prison again and did not launch a war. Everything became very peaceful. That was actually a bit weird. Did a battle really make the two sides choose peace? If so, that would be great. The Earth Prison experts wished that was the case.

Another three years passed, and then another three…