Chapter 1813 - A Vain Life That Passes in a Snap of a Finger (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Of the three hundred villagers, none survived…”

When Dugu Wushuang said that, he was in a rather heavy mood. In troubled times, everyone was struggling to survive, and none were more miserable than these mortals. The snow-covered village might once have flourished, but now it was deserted. In troubled times, human life was nothing.

He was silent. It was not that he did not want to speak, but he could not. Fear rose from the depths of his soul and made it difficult for him to even catch his breath. With a clang, his sword fell to the ground, and so did he. His pupils narrowed as he looked at Bu Fang in horror.

At this moment, the mortal in front of him seemed as terrible as a god.

“Immortal Master…”

Dugu opened his mouth and struggled to make a sound. It was as if there was a hand around his throat. Suddenly, the horrible aura disappeared. His whole body relaxed at once. Although it was winter, he was soaked with cold sweat, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Looking at Bu Fang, he no longer doubted…

Bu Fang sighed with a sense of loss. He was filled with complicated emotions as he looked at the snow-covered deserted village.

Just now, he accidentally leaked his state of mind, which terrified Dugu. He had, after all, reached the top of the universe once. As a Chaotic Saint, he was supreme everywhere he went. Even though he had lost all his cultivation base, just a wisp of his will would be enough to bring one terrible pressure.

A starved camel was bigger than a horse.

Snowflakes were dancing in the sky, and the air seemed to become very quiet. Dugu sat on the ground, panting. The sound of his breathing seemed to be the only sound left between heaven and earth. Suddenly, a sigh rang out and shook him to his core.

“Go find a pheasant for me.” Bu Fang’s faint voice rang out.

Wushuang was instantly relieved. He answered, then hurriedly rang toward the distant wilderness.

Bu Fang sat cross-legged on the ground and stared at the deserted village with a complicated gaze. The voices and smiles of the villagers seemed to be still floating in front of him. These simple mortals had left quite a deep impression within him.

He saw one figure after another drifting in front of him, including Aunt Zhang, the farmer, the old village chief… Bu Fang sighed. Perhaps death was the destiny of mortals.

Wushuang soon returned with a pheasant in his hand. When he handed the game to Bu Fang, his face was full of respect and apprehension. Before, he had only guessed that Bu Fang was an immortal. But after the latter filled him with the feeling of death with only his will just now, he was certain that this young man was an immortal, and a very powerful immortal at that.

He had always been looking for the path to immortality, and an immortal like Bu Fang was exactly what he was after.

Bu Fang took the pheasant, then cleaned it on the spot as Dugu watched in amazement. He then found a black wok covered with dust in the village. After washing it, he built a fire. The rising flames dispelled the cold around them.

Wushuang had no idea what Bu Fang was going to do. After bringing the pheasant back, he sat quietly at a distance, waiting for further orders. But Bu Fang did not speak to him again. Instead, he went about his business.

The pheasant’s feathers were plucked, and its skin gradually tightened after being doused in scalding hot water. Bu Fang handled the ingredients methodically. Besides the bird, he also took out a fat fish he had brought with him, scaled it, and removed its internal organs. He worked so smoothly that he looked like a simple chef who was cooking seriously.

Wushuang did not dare to disturb Bu Fang. He just watched quietly. Soon, the air was filled with the aroma of food, but when he smelled it, a sad look came into his eyes. Taken aback, he hurriedly jabbed his body with his sword intent.

“This aroma can actually affect my mind?!” Wushuang was terrified. Bu Fang became more and more mysterious to him.

Two dishes were soon cooked: a golden roast bird and an aromatic steamed fish. Bu Fang held a dish in each hand and laid them out on the snow. The rich fragrance of food permeated the air, but it was filled with an overwhelming sadness.

Bu Fang sat in front of the two dishes. He did not eat them but was contemplating.

He had retired to this planet and returned to mortal life, but mortals would eventually die. How should he walk the path ahead of him? Lord Bird had asked him what would happen if he became a heap of soil in a few hundred years.

He had given a carefree answer. Now, as he looked at the deserted village in front of him, a sense of loneliness suddenly filled him. Death was lonely. If he should die, what would become of his friends? Nethery, who was in seclusion, Lord Dog, Er Ha, and many others…

Would they be sad if they learned that he was dead? Even the death of these villagers made Bu Fang so sad; he could only imagine their reaction. Bu Fang raised his hand and clutched his chest. He felt a pain in his heart, which seemed to rise from the depths of his soul.

“Soul God and the Great Path of the Primitive Universe both proved that the path of ruthlessness is the only way to the top, but I was lost in the emotions like a fish that had lost its way…”

Bu Fang’s eyes were full of confusion. He wanted to walk the path of ruthlessness too, but he found that he could not. There was no way he could be ruthless. Even though he had been living in seclusion in the mountains for several years, his emotions were still there.

Maybe he was an emotional person from the beginning. Although he did not like to smile or talk, and his face was always expressionless, the feeling of his heart could not deceive others. If he was really ruthless, he would not have so many friends around him.

The Primitive Great Path and Soul God were both alone. They were the most powerful beings, but also the loneliest in all universes. Bu Fang, on the other hand, was very lucky. He had many people around him, like Lord Dog, Er Ha, Shrimpy, Nethery, Whitey, Xiao Xiaolong, Xiao Yanyu…

Bu Fang shook his head, his face bitter. He stood up. The deserted village was still empty. He put his palms together before his chest and bowed slightly, saying his silent farewell to the villagers.

Standing behind Bu Fang, Wushuang’s eyes widened. He saw glimmers of light pop up in the village. In the sky, one figure after another appeared, walking or busy at work. The bustling scene of the village that had disappeared suddenly reappeared, like a projection cast from the river of time.

After a long time, everything was gone. The deserted village was still in a rundown state, and the snow covered everything like the dust of history. Bu Fang put his hands behind his back and left the village, returning to the mountain.

Wushuang took a deep breath, shocked. Without hesitation, he turned to catch up with Bu Fang. The path back to the mountain was covered with snow. They trudged through the drifts, and it was a long time before they returned to the hut halfway up the mountain.

It was late at night. Bu Fang snuffed out the candlelight in the hut and went to bed.

Wushuang stayed in the woodshed. He could not calm himself for a long time. He knew his chance to embark on the path of immortality was here. He had to seize it, or he would never have a second chance.

The night passed quickly. When Wushuang opened his eyes, he heard a rustling outside. He grabbed his sword and rushed out of the woodshed.