Chapter 1820 - I, Bu Fang, Don’t Need a Backup Plan (2/2)

“I hope you won’t walk into my shoes. Maybe you don’t need my legacy anymore, but I have to tell you that the Emotional Path is not so easy to walk. So I’m going to give you a backup plan,” the God of Cooking said.

Suddenly, everything in the cabin began to change. The world was collapsing and turning dark again. Bu Fang stared in awe. He knew that everything just now was not real, but they felt real.

‘He is worthy of being the God of Cooking, a supreme being in this world…’

Suddenly, a little light flashed in the darkness, then blossomed like a dazzling star in the night sky. As the white light grew brighter and brighter, a holy lotus flower appeared in front of Bu Fang.

“This is the Senseless Lotus. If you want to take a step back, you can eat it. It can make you forget all your emotions.” The God of Cooking’s voice seemed to come from a very distant place.

The next moment, a golden book slowly appeared. Bu Fang recognized it as the God of Cooking’s Menu. However, unlike the previous one, which was incomplete, this menu was complete. It emitted the aura of the supreme Great Path, causing Bu Fang’s heart to beat faster with horror.

‘Is this the God of Cooking’s inheritance?’

“This is the final inheritance… However, the dishes in the Menu take the Ruthless Path. If you want to inherit them, you must erase all emotions, otherwise your soul will be torn apart by its power.”

Bu Fang’s eyes narrowed slightly. Sure enough, the God of Cooking took the Ruthless Path. Although there was a hint of emotion in his ruthlessness, he was fundamentally ruthless. Therefore, if Bu Fang wanted to inherit his legacy, he would need to choose ruthlessness, too.

This made him hesitate. He had walked on the path to become a God of Cooking for a long time, and now, he finally approached its end with the God of Cooking’s Menu ahead of him. All he had to do was choose to accept it and he would be the new God of Cooking.

On the other hand, he had created a path of his own, the Emotional Path. But it was covered with mists and filled with too many unknowns. On one side was the path of his predecessor, and on the other was his own path. Which one should he choose? It was really a tough decision.

A beautiful lotus blossomed quietly in the darkness. Just by looking at it, Bu Fang felt as if his mind was about to be sucked away.

Mu Hongzi once said that the Senseless Lotus could protect him from a calamity. Was this what he was referring to? As long as Bu Fang chose the God of Cooking’s path, he would not perish, thus saving him from a calamity.

If he chose the Emotional Path, he would most likely grow old on this path and might even fail to finish it before he reached the end of his life.

The white Senseless Lotus was so pure that it could make people forget all their troubles. As long as Bu Fang ate it, he would be able to get rid of his emotions and desires, saving countless years of hard work. Which should he choose?

Bu Fang did not make a decision right away. Instead, he sat cross-legged down. The God of Cooking turned into white light and gradually faded away.

Bu Fang sat quietly, looking at the lotus and the book in front of him. After a long time, he looked up, and his eyes gradually grew hard. Finally, he raised his hand. A divine fire emerged and enveloped the lotus and the book. The scorching flames soon burned them into nothingness.

“I, Bu Fang, don’t need a backup plan.”

“Hahahaha!”

The world resounded with the God of Cooking’s loud laughter, which was tinged with a hint of loneliness. After going through hundreds of Hosts, the Host that finally came to him was one who pursued the Emotional Path. Perhaps this was his true destiny.

“I hope you won’t regret your decision today!” said the God of Cooking. “Since you have chosen the Emotional Path, I will give you a hand! I hope you can truly step on the top of the pinnacle!”

As his laughter continued to echo out, white dots of light slowly emerged and kept rushing toward Bu Fang, engulfing him like a hazy mist.

Bu Fang stood still and smiled. “The top of the pinnacle? Perhaps there is no pinnacle in cooking, only a higher peak after that…”

With more and more white dots of light appearing, everything in Bu Fang’s eyes was obscured by white light.

…

Bu Fang slowly opened his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering. Snowflakes fell from the sky and landed on his face. A chill seeped through his skin.

“I… I’ve been resurrected?”