Time Seal?!Lord Dog’s words froze Di Ting in an instant, and a look of horror came over his bloody face. He did not know what that was, but it sounded disconcerting. A power that could make him grow very old in a day and die of old age… was indeed terrible. The Law of Time was truly worthy to be the strongest Law of the Universe.

Di Ting shuddered. He couldn’t understand why the difference between them was so huge when they were both Gods. He could sense the tremendous pressure coming from Earth Prison Dog. It weighed down on his soul, suffocating him. It was a painful feeling.

There was a glowing white Divine Core floating among the gurgling divine power in his spirit sea. Di Ting wrapped it with his divine sense. He could see a dog’s paw print on it. The aura of the Law of Time emanated from the mark, clinging to his Divine Core like a virus in the bones and filling his heart with terror. Was this the seal Earth Prison Dog left in him?

After becoming a God, the Divine Core was the most crucial thing. Only with it could an existence be called a God. As long as the Divine Core existed, a God could come back to life even when his body was destroyed.

However, that damnable Earth Prison Dog had left a paw print on his Divine Core. It was a nightmare!

“No! Earth Prison Dog… You can’t do this to me!” A crazed look appeared on Di Ting’s face as he roared wildly. He was in his cute little boy form, but his chubby face was ferocious and full of despair.

Lord Dog gave him a sideways glance, raised his paw, and slapped the little boy on the head. With a thud, Di Ting’s body smashed hard into the ground.

“You should count yourself lucky that I didn’t kill you. How dare you shout at me?” Lord Dog said, his fat jiggling.

All the people in Yellow Spring City looked at each other, speechless. Was this the end of the intense battle between Gods? Di Ting was too… weak.

Only Di Ting himself knew what happened. It was the suppression of the Law. The suppression of Lord Dog’s Law on him was too strong, and he could not resist it. Faced with the strongest Law of the Universe, his ordinary Law was like a commoner facing the emperor. He could not even lift his head, not to mention fight back.

After being slapped several times in a row, Di Ting stopped talking. There was blood spouting from his mouth and nose, and he was panting violently. He knew that things had become a foregone conclusion, so he was unable to do anything.

Unbidden, a feeling of sadness rose inside him. He was the strongest Patriarch of Nether Prison, the leader of the Great Netherworld, and a God. However, he was forced to submit to a dog. This was humiliating! He was not convinced, and he blinked, shedding tears of grievance and despair.

Bam!

A paw came down and hit him. His tears gushed out of his eyes as his body smashed into the ground again.

Thus ended a great battle. Everything was over. All the people in Yellow Spring City breathed out sighs of relief. The two Gods had brought them tremendous pressure. Fortunately, Earth Prison Dog had won. If Di Ting was the victor, it would be a disaster for Earth Prison.

…

Late at night on the same day, the damaged Yellow Spring City had been completely restored. After all, there were many experts in the city with formidable cultivation bases. They were no match for Di Ting, but it was easy for them to clean up the mess.

Moonlight sprinkled from the sky onto the ground, covering Earth Prison with a glowing veil. Yellow Spring Little Restaurant was ablaze with lights. Bu Fang huddled in a chair, holding a cup of tea with his eyes closed. He was lost in thoughts. At this moment, the System’s serious voice was ringing in his head.

Whitey stood quietly at his side, while Nethery sat in a corner with Foxy in her arms, looking bored. As for Lord Dog, he lay lazily under the Path-understanding Tree.

Di Ting had turned into a short-legged dog and was lying at the side, losing all hope in life. He had a leash around his neck. From time to time, his eyes glistened with bitter tears. He was the leader of the Great Netherworld, and yet he was on a leash! This was humiliating!

Tian Cang was at the counter, seriously wiping blue-and-white porcelain bowls with a square of white cloth.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was harmonious.

Bu Fang calmed his mind as he read the system panel.

Host: Bu Fang

True Energy Cultivation: Nine-revolution Great Saint

Cooking talent: Nine Stars

Skills: Level 2 Meteor Knife Skill (100/100), Level 2 Big Dipper Carving Skill (100/100), Level 1 Knife Skill: Overlord Thirteen Blades (13/13), Gourmet Array (5/6), Cutting Immortal Style (3/3)

Items: Golden Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife (God of Cooking Set), Black Turtle Constellation Wok (God of Cooking Set), Vermilion Robe (God of Cooking Set), White Tiger Heaven Stove (God of Cooking Set)

God of Cooking overall rating: Junior Divine Chef (Begin comprehend the Laws and try to fuse the Laws with ingredients, preparing food that has magical effects.)

System rank: Level 5 (Helping the Host embark on the path to become a God of Cooking.)

System reward: A fragment of the God of Cooking Set, a Fruit of Law.

Bu Fang was silent as he carefully glanced at the system panel. The last breakthrough was not easy. It had taken him nine years to accumulate the required turnover. On top of that, the breakthrough was combined with the dish in the God of Cooking’s Menu. It was a very dangerous breakthrough.

However, the reward was a disappointment to Bu Fang. The fragment of the God of Cooking Set was what he had expected, but he had thought that he would get two fragments this time. In the end, he only got one. And another reward was a Fruit of Law… What was this thing? And why was there no recipe this time?

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. The reward of breaking through to the Great Saint Realm was so simple. Bu Fang had thought that it would be richer this time.

He opened his eyes and stared at the light on the ceiling. His eyes were a little blurred. He could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the God of Cooking.

Lord Dog had become a God. Though this God should not be the same as the God of Cooking mentioned by the System, he was still in the realm of Gods.

Once he came into contact with Gods, it meant that he should not be far from becoming a God of Cooking, and the true ordeal mentioned by the Artifact Spirits should soon be here.

Bu Fang came to his spirit sea, hovering over the spinning whirlpools. The Artifact Spirits swayed when they saw him. After greeting them, he looked up at the God of Cooking’s Menu over his head.

The golden menu had flipped another page, and three more divine power liquid drops had appeared over it. Bu Fang’s eyes lit up when he saw them. Perhaps they were the best reward.

Now, Bu Fang finally understood the importance of divine power liquid drops. According to Lord Dog, they were Gods’ power condensed by Divine Cores, and they contained unmatched might. Although they did not contain the Power of Laws, they were extraordinary.

He had rashly used two divine power liquid drops. Back then, the Artifact Spirits looked like they were in pain, but he did not pay any attention to them. He understood now why they felt heartbreak.

Bu Fang wondered if these divine power liquid drops came from the real God of Cooking. If they were, he might be able to learn the secret of the God of Cooking through them.

As Bu Fang thought of that, his wishful thinking was mercilessly crushed by the Artifact Spirits.

“Little Host, you think too much… The divine power liquid drop is just the embodiment of a God’s power. You can’t sense any Law in them, unless you can find yourself a Divine Core,” Divine Dragon said with a smile, swaying his body.

What he said was the truth, so the other Artifact Spirits did not refute him.

Bu Fang glanced at Divine Dragon and did not say anything.

A moment later, Black Turtle spoke, and a rumbling sound echoed throughout the whole spirit sea. “Little Host…remember, the path you take is a difficult one. You want to become the existence who stands at the top of the food chain…” His voice was serious, ringing in Bu Fang’s ears like the morning bell in a monastery.

Bu Fang nodded thoughtfully. He glanced at the God of Cooking’s Menu again. Perhaps whenever it flipped, there would be three more divine power liquid drops. If he used one full drop, he could have an unlimited power for about half an hour. For a true expert, half an hour was enough to defeat the opponent.

Bu Fang left the spirit sea. He exhaled softly, rose from the chair, and stretched his back. No matter what, his primary goal now was to properly run the restaurant so that he could earn more Nether crystals and Immortal crystals to complete the turnover target.

Clasping his hands behind his back, he slowly walked past the Path-understanding Tree, glanced at Di Ting, and slightly twitched the corner of his mouth.

Di Ting seemed to sense that, and he gave Bu Fang a cold sideways glance. However, he had just looked up when Lord Dog kicked him on the head. He flew into a rage, and he wanted to fight back, but as soon as he stood up, he saw Lord Dog waving a paw at him.

Looking at the little paw, Di Ting shrank and lay down with tears of humiliation in his eyes.

The corners of Bu Fang’s mouth curved upward slightly, then he lifted the curtain. The bell tinkled, and he stepped into the kitchen. No matter what, cooking was his foundation. He could not forget to practice his cooking no matter how strong his cultivation base was.

…

Under the moonlight, blood spilled and flowed like streams in the homeland of the Nether Chef Clan.

Countless Nether Chefs died with open eyes, their faces full of madness. A strong smell of blood filled the air, while flames still burned in many stoves, sending plumes of thick smoke into the sky. However, the whole place was dead quiet.

In midair, Nether Chef Patriarch’s eyes were filled with disbelief. He raised his head and looked at the burly figure in the distance, despairing.

“You… You…” His heart was trembling. He never thought that when he returned from Earth Prison after watching the battle, his homeland had turned into a land of the dead!

What happened? How did this happen?

He got his answer when he saw the burly figure.

Ah Zhuang slowly turned with a terrible aura swirling around him. His eyes were deep, and his gaze seemed to come from the depths of the universe. “You have betrayed God… And now you will be punished by God…” he said as a bizarre smile appeared on his face.

Nether Chef Patriarch trembled violently. Looking at the quiet homeland, he let out a roar of grief and indignation. His aura began to climb, and his cultivation base as a Nine-revolution Great Saint was on full display now.

“I don’t care if you are a God or a mortal… You have wiped out my clan, and I will kill you or die trying!”

Nether Chef Patriarch roared crazily. The next moment, he produced a kitchen knife and flew toward Ah Zhuang like a madman. His eyes were filled with killing intent, and he was extremely fast. Anger made his cultivation base explode completely.

All the Nether Chefs were dead. The once-thriving Nether Chef Clan was wiped out completely. Such grudges could only be solved with death.

Ah Zhuang chuckled. As he watched Nether Chef Patriarch approach, he raised a hand and pointed out a finger. The next moment, countless runes of Law emerged and exploded, wrapping the Patriarch inside.

“Do you want revenge? Do you want to kill me? I can give you a chance…” There was a bizarre look in Ah Zhuang’s eyes, and his voice was dreamlike and full of enchantment.

As soon as Nether Chef Patriarch rushed into the runes, his eyes lost focus.

“If you want to kill me… fight me in a Chef’s Challenge. As long as you beat me, you can kill me…” Ah Zhuang reached out a hand and lightly patted Nether Chef Patriarch on the face. “In the name of… your forgotten God of Chef’s Challenge.”

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