Gourmet of Another World-Chapter 1817 - The God Who Helps You Take the Last Step

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

One flower, two flowers… Ten thousand flowers spread all over the city from the restaurant. Green branches spread, twisted, and covered with flower buds, which vibrated and then quietly bloomed. For a moment, the whole city was flooded with beautiful flowers, and the air was filled with fragrance.

The immortals fell silent. Niu Hansan, holding Eighty in his arms, had tears trickling down his cheeks.

“How did such an awesome man like Owner Bu get to this point…”

Carrying the rosewood lunch box, Flowery’s eyes flickered slightly.

Yang Jian sighed and stood up. A dazzling light burst from him, and then he was clad in his armor and holding his spear. The Celestial Hound stood behind him, emitting black smoke. “It’s time to go back,” he said. The next moment, he stepped on a cloud, turned into a stream of light, and soared into the sky.

The mortals were gasping in amazement. They had never seen anything like this. Even the emperor and the courtiers in the palace were startled and looked in disbelief.

Almost everyone was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and praying. In just the blink of an eye, the whole city was covered with flowers. Such an auspicious phenomenon excited them, and they believed that praying at this moment could make their dreams come true.

Wushuang did not leave. He leaned against the wall of the restaurant, slowly slid down, and sat on the floor. He sighed and covered his face with his hands. The sword was thrown on the floor by him. He was a little lost now.

Bu Fang told him to leave the restaurant and travel to the outside world, and said that perhaps after traveling, he could attain a greater breakthrough in his strength. But he did not do that. Instead, he just stayed in the restaurant and sat on the floor quietly.

Niu Hansan did not leave either. He chose to stay in the restaurant like Wushuang with Eighty in his arms. He was confident that Bu Fang would return.

He could still vividly remember the moment when he was caught by Bu Fang and brought into the farmland. He thought he was going to die, but then felt that he was better off dead. After all, his life in Ruin Prison had not been so good.

Little did he realize that his life in the farmland was getting better and better. He was full of positive thoughts about his future and even realized his value. He learned to crossbreed, played his part, and became the Father of Hybridization in the fantasy world.

He remembered his discussions with Bu Fang about making the Perishing Pot and incorporating the Will of the Great Path into the ingredients. When he thought of it now, it seemed like a lifetime ago.

Eighty was also listless and had lost all appetite.

Flowery was gone. She was going to do what she had to do. Since she had promised Bu Fang, she naturally had to fulfill it. Niu Hansan did not go with her, and she did not force him.

She turned into a giant python and flew across the sky, holding the lunch box in her mouth. Strange energies seemed to flow in it. In fact, the box contained only gourmet food made with ordinary ingredients.

…

The four almighty experts sitting cross-legged on the walls of Hangu Pass slowly opened their eyes.

Tongtian had a complicated look on his face. He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and gazed up at the dish suspended in the distant starry sky.

It was glowing brilliantly like the most amazing dish in the world, attracting everyone’s attention. Just the sight of it filled people with an appetite. Of course, anyone who saw it would like to taste it, but no one dared to do that.

That was because a terrifying existence was being suppressed by that simple dish, and it was also surrounded by a variety of powerful arrays, each with frightening power. These arrays were there to prevent the terrible being from breaking the seal.

“Five hundred years have passed in a flash…”

Tongtian sighed. He did not expect time to pass so quickly. Bu Fang’s dish could only seal Soul God for a thousand years. Now, half of the time had already passed. It was as if there was an hourglass, counting down to the arrival of that day.

With a deep look in his eyes, he took a step, disappeared from the wall, and flew across the boundless universe in a beam of light.

…

Clad in a Daoist robe and carrying the Qingping Sword, Tongtian walked slowly on Planet Immortality. Not far ahead of him was a restaurant surrounded by blooming flowers.

His pupils narrowed slightly. He could see that those flowers were all condensed of will and contained energy that made his heart throb. Walking through the sea of flowers, he came to the front of the restaurant. There were two men and a chicken sitting at the door.

Niu Hansan was sobbing sadly. Tongtian glanced indifferently at him, then turned to Dugu Wushuang. Looking at him, Tongtian felt as if he was looking at a sharp sword ready to be drawn.

‘This is a genius of the Sword Path, and his understanding of sword intent is far beyond those so-called sword immortals,’ Tongtian thought. ‘Given enough time to grow, he could even reach the level of a Chaotic Saint. What a rare genius.’

Wushuang glanced at Tongtian with sadness in his eyes.

Tongtian did not say anything—he just shook his head. He saw despair in those eyes. He wanted to take Wushuang as his disciple, but he knew that he would be rejected if he brought it out now.

Locking his hands in an incantation gesture, Tongtian’s divine sense spread and instantly covered the whole Planet Immortality. After a long time, he sighed. He had come too late.

‘Has he really been reduced to a decaying mortal and disappeared from this world? Did he fail to find his path and come to the end of his life?’

Tongtian’s eyes flickered with a complex look. The next moment, he took a step, turned into a sword, and sped into the sky.

…

In a remote mountain on Planet Immortality, two figures were trudging through the old and new snow that had covered the narrow path.

Bu Fang took one slow step at a time, stooping. He had left footprints in the snow, but the wind had brought new snow and covered them. Whitey followed closely behind, its mechanical eyes flashing.

In the distance, a hut emerged.

After walking for a long time, Bu Fang finally came to the hut. He gently pushed aside the fence and shook off the snow. He was back in this familiar place. He went into the yard, pushed open the wooden door, and took out the bamboo chair. Unfortunately, it had rotted, and the hut was almost as rotten as he was about to decay.

Bu Fang did not sit on the chair, but on the steps in front of the hut. Whitey sat beside him, covered with patches of rust and almost as rotten as he was. The air was very quiet.

In the past, he had chosen to retire here and live a simple and carefree life, and here he sat down again. His eyes gleamed as he lowered his head. At this moment, all the sounds became very clear to him.

He heard the sounds of insects chirping, melting snow, the soft whistling of the wind, children playing in a new village at the foot of the mountain, and fish swimming in a frozen river on the mountain…

Suddenly Bu Fang came to himself. He turned to look at Whitey beside him. Dots of white light were drifting out from its body, flying and fading away in the air.

Looking at Bu Fang with its mechanical eyes, Whitey reached out a hand and patted him on the shoulder. Then, its body began to turn into white light and kept fading away.

Ting-a-ling!

A wind chime sounded.

Bu Fang watched blankly as Whitey, who had been with him for so long, turned into white light and rushed into the sky. He stretched out his hand to catch it, but it slipped through his fingers like sand. A sense of loss filled him and made him sad.

He brought his hand to his face and looked at his fingers. His fingertips, like Whitey, were turning into dots of white light, which appeared like the teleportation array the System had built for him when it first appeared.

Bu Fang looked up at the sky. Soon, his body completely turned into dots of white light and flew into the sky.

Ting-a-ling!

The wind chime rang out again. There was nothing left in front of the decaying hut. As the snow kept blowing, it collapsed with a rumble and was completely reduced to ruins. Before long, everything was covered by the snow. The people and things that once existed here had finally become the dust of history.

Bu Fang and Whitey truly vanished this time.

…

In the gloom, Bu Fang opened his eyes.

Was he dead? He glanced down. His aging body was gone, and he was tall and lean again, just as he had been when he inherited the System.

Bu Fang was slightly stunned. He did not want to take the path of ruthlessness not because of any other reason, just because he was a chef. If he was ruthless, how could he cook delicious dishes? Dishes without emotion were not what he was after.

He did not deny that there was a reason for the path of ruthlessness to exist. The Primitive Great Path took this path. If heaven had feelings, heaven would grow old too. Because it was ruthless, it could exist eternally.

Bu Fang glanced around. It was very dark and cold. He felt as if his soul had been imprisoned and could not break free. Whitey was not with him; there was no one beside him. A feeling of loneliness rose from the bottom of his heart, threatening to drown him.

A mortal had a limited life span. Because of his body, he could live five hundred years, but that was no easy task. He looked back on his five hundred years as a mortal. He had experienced the warmth and human feelings in the mortal world and witnessed the decay and reincarnation of life.

He had also engaged in all kinds of relationships, including kinship, friendship, love, brotherhood, master and apprentices… Of course, he had gone through all these as a mortal, but they still struck him deeply.

Bu Fang recalled these in silence. In this boundless darkness, perhaps only these memories could bring warmth to his body.

Suddenly, he looked in a certain direction. There, white dots of light appeared and quickly converged to form a human figure. It was vague, but it gave him a very familiar feeling. That familiarity went deep into his bones and his soul.

The figure was slender and wore a simple white robe. He had black hair, but his face was blurred. Once fully formed, he slowly drifted through the darkness and came in front of Bu Fang. His blurred face moved closer and closer, until it was almost touching Bu Fang’s face.

Bu Fang was shocked. Staring at the blurred face, he could feel that it was smiling. “Who are you?” he asked with an expressionless face.

A voice that seemed to arise through the soul boomed and reverberated in Bu Fang’s head, and what it said made his body suddenly tense up.

“The Host of the hundredth generation, you have finally come here. Of all the Hosts, you are the only one who made it.

“Who am I? I am the God who has come to help you take your final step.”