Chapter 1808 - Return to the Ordinary (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The starry sky was filled with dust, as well as the silence and debris left behind by the great battle. A faint breathing sound could be heard, so weak that it seemed to stop at any moment.

A dark and gloomy dish was floating in midair. Over it, two streams of light, one black and one gold, were chasing and tangling each other as if trying to struggle free from each other. There seemed to be a world inside the dish, which had sealed up the most terrifying demon in the world.

Behind the dish hovered a puppet. It was damaged, with cracks all over its metal skin and tiny electric arcs jumping in those wounds. Whitey’s mechanical eyes were in eclipse and no longer as fierce as before.

The Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, Black Turtle Constellation Wok, Vermilion Robe, White Tiger Heaven Stove, and Qilin Transmigration Ladle were suspended in the starry sky. They had lost their luster, looking ancient, dull, and even gloomy.

Bu Fang was sitting on Shrimpy’s back. His face was pale. The velvet rope that tied up his hair had broken, and his hair tumbled down his back. His aura had fallen to ordinary, or could even be said mediocre.

With his spirit sea stripped and his divine sense gone to suppress Soul God, Bu Fang now seemed to have lost all his cultivation base and turned back to a mortal. He could have done otherwise; he was not a savior, and he did not have the heart to save the world. However, he had to do this.

“Consider it a debt repayment.” Bu Fang sighed as he gave the dish that was hovering in the starry sky a complicated glance.

A debt repayment? He did not know what debt he had to pay. However, after he had sealed up Soul God, all the ties within him seemed to have disappeared completely. He had a sense of relief that he had not felt in a long time, just as when he was kicked into this strange world.

“Shrimpy… bring me down there,” Bu Fang said weakly.

The mantis shrimp spat out a bubble, turned into a beam of golden light, and disappeared from the starry sky in a flash, leaving behind a faint spatial ripple.

Hangu Pass was broken in half by the chain of the Great Path. Countless immortals and deities were hovering over it when a beam of golden light arrived and faded away, revealing Shrimpy and Bu Fang. All gazes turned and rested on them.

Soul God was nowhere in sight. What happened? Where did he go?

At this moment, not only these immortals and deities, but even Tongtian, Yuanshi Tianzun, and the other almighty experts were struck dumb. They were all prepared to fight the battle of life and death, but the mighty Soul God was suddenly suppressed.

The hole in the starry sky that led to Earth had vanished as well. The three emperors were giving Bu Fang deep glances from the other end of the path as it gradually disappeared.

Everyone was confused.

Hovering in midair, Bu Fang’s pseudo-God of Cooking dish exuded powerful energy, while a dreadful aura was brewing deep inside. No one dared to touch it.

“That dish… sealed up Soul God?” Tongtian squinted at it.

Bu Fang nodded weakly. His aura and cultivation base were still falling, from the level of a Chaotic Saint to that of a Demigod now. And this was not the end—they continued to drop.

After a long time, they plunged below the God realm and maintained at that of a ninth-grade Supreme-Being. Only then did the fall slow down. However, it did not stop completely. Of course, Bu Fang’s fleshly body was still extremely strong. He only lost his cultivation base.

“You… You can seal up Soul God?” Tongtian still found it hard to believe, for he knew that Bu Fang had just become a Chaotic Saint not long ago.

“Soul Demons hate my dishes, and Soul God is also a Soul Demon. He had not reclaimed his heart yet, and in fact, he was still some way from stepping into the realm of the Ancestral Gods. That gave me the chance,” Bu Fang said lightly. His voice grew weaker and weaker as if he was about to stop breathing at any moment.

Tongtian was startled, but he did not dare to ask again. Instead, he hurriedly took out many divine pills and gave them to Bu Fang. “Take these and heal yourself first.”

Bu Fang waved his hand. “Not that I don’t want to take your pills… but they’re not as effective as my dishes,” he said.

Tongtian was speechless. ‘He’s already so weak, yet he still wants to show off…’

It was not that Bu Fang was arrogant, but he knew his condition best. His last move had basically consumed everything that the System had cultivated in him for so many years. And that was still not enough to suppress Soul God. Whitey had to burn the God of Cooking’s will in it.

“Now… Soul God has been sealed. However, the seal will not last for too long. After at most one thousand years, he will break the seal again… After all, I’m not the God of Cooking. I’m far from that,” Bu Fang said.

He waved toward the distance. Foxy flew over, carrying Whitey, and landed on Shrimpy’s back. The puppet’s eyes were in eclipse, and its aura was as weak as his. Bu Fang sighed as he ran his hand across the cracks on Whitey’s skin.

At this moment, Yuanshi Tianzun, Lady Nuwa, and other experts came. They were all silent. Lady Nuwa raised her colorful stone. A mighty life force poured out of it as she tried to heal Bu Fang.

“Eh?” Before long, she exclaimed, for she found that the divine light of the colorful stone could not help Bu Fang. How did that happen? The stone was a precious treasure that could resurrect a person with just one drop of blood. She had never encountered this situation before.

Bu Fang waved his hand again. His current condition was a little complicated. By sealing Soul God, he had effectively sealed himself. No one could help him. He was considered to be completely reduced to mortality.

“There’s always a way,” Tongtian said.

Many immortals and deities of the Primitive Universe—including Sun Wukong, Houtu, and Duchess Nightmare—approached Bu Fang and tried to console him. But their words did not help.

“You guys should think about how to suppress that Soul God. I can’t help you again after a thousand years,” Bu Fang said.

He turned to look at the dish suspended in the starry sky. It was surrounded by a terrifying realm, which would injure or kill anyone who approached. However, he could see that the realm was shivering and melting. The rate was very slow, but it would be completely melted one day.

Tongtian and the others were slightly taken aback by Bu Fang’s words. He was right. The threat of Soul God was not completely solved yet.

The Great Path had faded away. When Bu Fang unleashed his aura to suppress Soul God just now, he seemed to hear a faint sigh from the Daoist who the Great Path had turned into.

Sect Leader Tongtian, Yuanshi Tianzun, Lady Nuwa, and the Buddha rushed into the starry sky. Their faces were serious as they unleashed their supreme power. With their treasures as the mediums, they constructed a ring of arrays around the dish.