Chapter 1845 - Suppress Soul God’s Seven Sins

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

There was someone in the wooden cabin?

Niu Hansan was taken aback. He was prepared to flee, but now, his body froze to the spot.

In the distance, Soul God did not seem to notice Niu Hansan at all. His crimson eyes were fixed at the cabin. His movements were unhurried as he stepped toward it.

Niu Hansan was so nervous that sweat started to run down his forehead. Someone actually pushed open the door of the wooden cabin that seemed to have been abandoned for countless years. Who would it be?

Fighting the terrible pressure of Soul God, Niu Hansan slowly turned his head and saw the figure walking out of the wooden cabin.

The furnishings in the cabin were old, and what walked out of it was a figure whose head was shrouded in a cloud of mists. The mist looked somewhat similar to that of the Heaven and Earth Farmland. They were equally mysterious and could not be seen through.

‘This is…’ Niu Hansan widened his cow eyes. He did not recognize this figure.

Of course, if Bu Fang were here, he would be able to recognize it. He was no stranger to this figure.

Soul God looked indifferent at the figure. The figure, whose head was shrouded in mists, also looked at him. They seemed to be communicating through gazes.

Niu Hansan hugged Eighty as he slowly and quietly walked out of the mists, moving little by little. He hoped that Soul God did not notice him. Apparently, though, he was overthinking it.

The moment his foot was almost out of the mists, Soul God raised his hand. Streams of black power of the Great Sins flew out of his body and tangled Niu Hansan’s arms and legs, completely locking him inside like a cage.

Niu Hansan’s cow eyes got big as plates as he was trapped to the spot.

“Did I let you go?” Soul God said lightly, his words devoid of emotions.

Niu Hansan felt like weeping, but he had no tears. Why did these almighty experts want to involve him in their fights? He was just a nobody!

However, Soul God did not kill Niu Hansan. After sealing him, he turned back to face the figure standing in front of the cabin. His lips parted into a grin.

The figure with his head shrouded in mists walked out under tremendous pressure, facing Soul God.

“That old fellow hid my heart here… Does he think I can’t find it?” Soul God sneered. “And he sent something like you to guard my heart?”

The figure seemed to be smiling. He raised his hands and performed a starting stance. He was not humble or pushy.

“The God of Cooking knew you’d find this place, so he left me here to stop you.”

His faint voice resounded in the surroundings.

Niu Hansan had given up the struggle. Since he could not escape, he might as well quietly watch the performance of the almighty experts.

Rumble!

Soul God smiled icily and raised a hand. In an instant, the cabin that had stood still for countless years began to crumble. The grass was pulled from the ground, while the trees broke apart. It was as if they had been wiped out by darkness.

Niu Hansan’s heart seemed to stop beating. The pressure was so enormous that he could not describe it with words. It was as if the end was here.

The figure in front of the wooden cabin maintained the same stance and did not dodge. In a flash, he was devoured by that endless darkness and… exploded with a boom.

Niu Hansan was struck dumb. ‘And that’s how he’s settled? I thought he’s a hero… Turns out that he’s a loser!’

Suddenly, Niu Hansan’s breathing became stagnant. He saw a dot of light quietly emerging in that darkness, drifting between heaven and earth like the brilliance of a firefly.

The darkness rushed back in an instant as the figure slowly raised his hand.

“The clone of the God of Cooking’s will?” Soul God narrowed his eyes, staring indifferently at the figure that was glowing brilliantly.

“No… I am who I am, a different kind of firework. Please call me… Lord Bird,” the figure said lightly. After that, with a wave of his hand, a wall of dazzling light swept up the darkness as it rushed toward Soul God.

At this moment, it was as if the real God of Cooking had descended.

…

In the black hole, Bu Fang looked at the seven mirrors that had surrounded him. The expression on his face was somewhat odd.

His reflections in these mirrors were performing different poses. Perhaps these were the mirrors of sins, and their purpose was to find out the ugly side of each person’s heart.

Sins and emotions were both in the nature of man. If emotions were suppressed or even severed, then the sinful side of the man would be infinitely magnified.

It was what had happened to the God of Cooking. He had chosen the Ruthless Path, so his sinful side was infinitely magnified, turning into the seven sins. Eventually, he became Soul God.

Bu Fang was walking the Emotional Path now, but he had not truly reached the end of it, so the mirrors found his seven sins. It looked like they were trying to deal with him with his own seven sins.

Looking at his own reflections in the seven mirrors with different expressions, Bu Fang lifted the corners of his mouth slightly.

Suddenly, seven Bu Fang with different expressions slowly walked out of the mirrors. The surface of the mirrors rippled like water, and very quickly, seven figures hovered around Bu Fang.

Everyone has seven sins in his heart. It depends on whether you can suppress the evil thoughts in your mind.

Bu Fang watched indifferently. Then, with a thought in his mind, the White Tiger Heaven Stove, the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife, the Black Turtle Constellation Wok, and the other kitchen utensils of the God of Cooking Set emerged.

He lit the stove with the divine flame and began to cook.

The seven sinful Bu Fang approached step by step. But instead of being nervous, Bu Fang became more and more calm and relaxed. He began to focus on cooking.

As Bu Fang cooked, the seven sinful Bu Fang found that their bodies started to dissolve like particles once they got close to him.

When cooking, Bu Fang had no sinful thoughts at all. It was as if he had achieved the perfect state of the Emotional Path. Of course, such a state only appeared during cooking.

…

Meanwhile, fierce battles were constantly erupting in the other regions of the black hole.

Tongtian was one against seven. Alone, he fought his seven sinful thoughts. They fought until the sky turned dark.

Lord Dog, Er Ha, Nethery, and the others were fighting as well.

Of course, there was one exception, and that was Whitey.

Whitey’s mechanical eyes flashed as it looked at its seven reflections in the mirrors. It could not help but raise its hand and touched its round head.

Although the mirrors reflected its image, they did not produce seven sinful thoughts like the others. After all, Whitey was just a puppet. It was a puppet formed by Bu Fang with star essences.

It had no sinful thoughts, or could even be said to have no emotions. Of course, it could give birth to emotions, but at this moment, Whitey did not have the seven sinful thoughts.

After looking at the mirrors and found no exits, Whitey’s mechanical eyes burst into golden light. Then, it directly punched the mirrors.

The terrible punch contained great power enough to fight Soul God—it directly shattered the seven mirrors!

Amid the noisy clanging sound, countless shards of glass scattered across the ground. Behind every mirror sat a Great Soul Overlord. They looked at Whitey in bewilderment and shock.

Whitey cocked its head as golden jets of air exploded out of its back. In a flash, it engaged the seven Great Soul Overlords in a violent battle.

Even though it was one against seven, Whitey did not look weaker than them. It fought fiercely!

Rumble!

…

Bu Fang had finished cooking, and the seven sins were closing in on him.

He tossed the wok. A rich fragrance immediately permeated the air. Then, he poured the sauce in the wok onto seven dishes. With that, seven glowing dishes were completed by him.

With a flick of his finger, the seven dishes shot out, turned into streams of light, and flew whistling in seven different directions.

Every dish was simple and cooked with ordinary ingredients, but they contained Bu Fang’s understanding of cooking, as well as his insight of the Emotional Path.

He had infused the seven emotions into the seven dishes.

Whitey was fighting with the seven Great Soul Overlords. Each of them was, after all, as strong as a perfect Chaotic Saint. So Whitey could not obtain the upper hand in the battle.

There was a black crystal hovering above the head of every Great Soul Overlord, while the golden star essence seemed to have emerged over Whitey’s head as well.

Rumble!

Suddenly, seven dishes turned into seven streams of light, shot over at great speed, and struck the seven Great Soul Overlords.

These seven Great Soul Overlords never expected the dishes to appear out of nowhere. Of course, even if they had thought of it, they could not stop them.

The seven dishes contained Bu Fang’s seven emotions, and each went to suppress one Great Soul Overlord.

The Great Soul Overlords hurriedly retreated, their faces flickering with resignation and horror. Under the suppression of the dishes, they were gradually sealed, just like what happened to Soul God a thousand years ago.

However, Bu Fang was longer the man he once was. He might have some difficulty in sealing Soul God, but sealing the seven Great Soul Overlords was nothing to him. After all, the dishes he cooked now were almost comparable to pseudo-God of Cooking dishes.

Finally, the seven Great Soul Overlords could no longer resist. Their bodies turned into black smoke and disappeared, sucked away by the golden light falling from every dish.

Every dish was like a world, and it suppressed a Great Soul Overlord, who was as formidable as a perfect Chaotic Saint.

The seven dishes hovered in midair, and a crystal could be seen hovering under each of them. Beneath every crystal was a small ball of vague black smoke, which, from time to time, turned into human faces.

Whitey touched its round head, its mechanical eyes flashing.

Bu Fang, with his hands clasped behind his back, slowly walked over from a distance. He looked calm and transcendent. After the journey of returning to ordinary life, his state of mind was now much beyond the past.

With the seven Great Soul Overlords suppressed, the black hole began to quietly fade away, and the people trapped inside emerged. Everyone remained in combat posture…

Tongtian looked stunned, while Nethery, Lord Dog, and the others were astonished.

“What’s going on?” Lord Dog asked.

Bu Fang smiled and pointed at the seven dishes hovering in midair.

“These are Soul God’s seven strongest minions… And now, they are sealed in these dishes,” Bu Fang said.

This, to all the experts present, was good news!

Now that the black hole had disappeared, everyone’s gaze rested on the Great Tianyuan World shrouded in the hazy mists.

For Bu Fang, it was his Heaven and Earth Farmland. Even though it was separated from him, he still could not forget its aura.

‘The God of Cooking actually hid Soul God’s heart in the Heaven and Earth Farmland…’ Bu Fang took a deep breath. He really did not expect it.

Rumble!

Suddenly, there was an earth-shattering collision in the farmland. Terrible energy fluctuations surged and swept in all directions, blowing at the surrounding gray mists.

Upon sensing the impact of this power, the expressions of experts present, including Bu Fang, changed.

“Sure enough… It’s Soul God!”