Chapter 1814 - Take the Path That Needs to Be Taken (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

When the vanity was gone, all that remained was silence and loneliness.

Bu Fang sat quietly and calmly in the restaurant. The wine was rippling in the cup in his hand.

Opposite him, Dugu Wushuang’s head was hanging low, lifeless. He used to be a Sword God and a cultivator, but on Planet Immortality, those who did not become immortals were mortals, and life would always come to an end for them. Now, after following Bu Fang for three hundred years, his life finally came to an end.

His life force had been exhausted, and the last wisp of it was turned into a dazzling sword intent that bloomed in the sky. Dugu’s thoughts were simple. Since he was going to die, he wanted to leave one last awesome sight in this world.

And he did. His sword intent caused the whole planet to shake. Countless experts were amazed, and many who stood at the pinnacle of martial arts were terrified. They could feel the invincibility and loneliness powerful enough to tear the void from it.

The sword intent was not weaker than a sword strike of an immortal!

However, the stunning stroke was just the beginning. Everyone on the planet was looking up at the starry sky and was horrified to find many shooting stars descending from outer space. A massive meteor shower shocked the world.

At first, they thought it was just a meteor shower, but they soon found out that they were wrong. When the dazzling light faded away, out of these shooting stars came figures who could walk in the air.

Immortals!

The whole planet was boiling. Everyone knelt on the ground, while countless martial arts experts roared and screamed, their faces covered with desire. The people on Planet Immortality had always searched for the path to immortality, but no one had ever seen one for tens of thousands of years. Now, they finally saw the legendary immortals!

Millions of people became very excited as one immortal after another descended. They knelt, kowtowed, and prayed to the heavens that the immortals would bring them to the path to immortality.

…

Houtu’s gaze was somewhat complicated as she looked at the mortals below. ‘This planet is too backward. The concentration of its spiritual energy is not even one hundredth that of the Primitive Universe. Is this where that man is hiding?’

She sighed. It had been more than three hundred years since that great war—Bu Fang had disappeared for so long. During this time, everything was very calm, but the raging dark tide that existed under this calm was what worried them.

That time, everyone thought the end was coming. After all, Soul God, who was as formidable as the Primitive Great Path, had descended. However, to everyone’s surprise, the supreme Soul God was eventually suppressed and sealed by Bu Fang at the cost of losing all his cultivation base.

Down below, countless mortals were kneeling and kowtowing. Houtu could feel wisps of mental force rising into the sky. These were the faith of the mortals. She sighed again.

‘Why is Bu Fang hiding on this planet? Is it just because it’s backward? Did he want to die quietly here in old age? The mortals here are constantly seeking the path to immortality, but they don’t know that a true almighty expert has been hiding among them all along…

‘An immortal living among the mortals… Perhaps he is the only one who could do such a thing.’

…

Houtu landed in the middle of the busy city. She made her appearance look simple and plain so that no mortal could recognize her. With a flash of light, Yang Jian appeared in plain clothes as well. The Celestial Hound was at his heel.

They nodded to each other and looked in the direction of the restaurant, in which they sensed a familiar aura. It was Bu Fang’s aura, but it was so weak that it seemed to go out at any moment.

“Bu Fang…”

Houtu and Yang Jian sighed at the same time, while the Celestial Hound gave a small whine.

They stepped into the restaurant. Inside, the decoration was very comfortable and the atmosphere cozy. Some common flowers and plants were planted in a corner, giving off a fresh scent that filled the air.

Whitey’s dull mechanical eyes turned, glanced briefly at Houtu and Yang Jian as they entered the restaurant, and then ignored them. Eighty was lying listlessly on the ground in a somewhat depressed mood. When it saw them, it just turned its head slightly.

Outside the restaurant, more and more immortals and deities of the Primitive Universe descended. For them, three hundred years was just a snap of the fingers. Bu Fang’s reputation was still being sung among them, and just the name of the Cooking God who suppressed Soul God alone was enough to make them travel millions of miles here. They wanted to see him with their own eyes.

When Houtu saw Bu Fang, she gasped and covered her mouth with disbelief in her eyes. His hair was all white now, his face was wrinkled, and he was clad in a tattered robe. His former paralyzed face was still faintly visible, but its sharpness was softened by wisdom now. ‘How did he become so old?’

Yang Jian’s expression was complicated. For mortals, three hundred years of life was already the limit. Had it not been for his extraordinary fleshly body, Bu Fang would have died in the two-hundredth year. Although he had transformed into a mortal, he could not have aged like this. With his previous foundation, he needed only a little cultivation to become an Immortal King and attain immortality.

‘Did he give up cultivation himself?’ Yang Jian could not help but think.

When the Celestial Hound saw Bu Fang, it ran over and licked his face with an excited look in its eyes. Bu Fang rubbed its head. Looking at it, he could not help but think of Lord Dog. To Lord Dog, Nethery, and the others, three hundred years was just a snap of the fingers, but to Bu Fang, it was almost a lifetime.

Different people viewed time differently depending on how high they stood. If Bu Fang were an immortal, three hundred years would have passed in a flash. But to mortals, three hundred years were three lifetimes.

“You…”

Houtu wanted to say something, but Bu Fang lifted his withered hand and waved at her. “You don’t have to say anything… Do me a favor.” He raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking up at Houtu.