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Chapter 1813 Kitchen God
The matter of the entire Middle Thousand Worlds has been reversed!
Through the magical inheritance of immortal arts, Dayi Sword Master burned his essence and blood, deeply embedded himself in the rules of the world, forcibly changed the flow of all matter, and returned to a moment ago.

"A dangerous world..."

Jiang Ding's face turned pale.

On his skin, a dim light was faintly visible. This was the existence of the Dharma-Destroying Diaphragm, which obscured the cause and effect of his own existence and the disturbance of the rules. Otherwise, the moment he appeared in this middle thousand worlds, he would be sensed by the Supreme God of the Dao Court and would descend instantly.

Such beings are extremely sensitive to the causes and effects involving their own safety.

After resting for a long time, the magic power in Dantian gradually recovered.

This was restored by Jiang Ding by absorbing the spiritual stone crystals he carried with him. He did not dare to be contaminated by the spiritual energy from the outside world at all.

Behind him, a slowly rotating vortex of five-colored chaos was looming, constantly emitting light and a powerful aura. If it weren't also blocked by a layer of destructive barrier, it would have triggered countless terrifying celestial phenomena, and even the distant world would have sensed the strange phenomenon.

The ancient god world community has plans for all these things, just follow them.

Jiang Ding breathed a sigh of relief, took out a number of array devices and arranged them on the spot. Most of these were made from the magic-destroying spiritual materials produced in the immortal sect's solar system. They were most suitable for the magic-destroying concealing array and were perfect for sealing plane channels.

After being busy for a long time, layer after layer of quasi-ninth-order formations appeared on all sides of the plane channel, sealing it layer by layer. The plane channel, which was hundreds of thousands of kilometers wide, kept shrinking and shrinking, and finally turned into tiny dust, hidden in the depths of space.

Even if one is the Supreme Being, if he does not know about it in advance and scans repeatedly, he will not find anything even if he passes by.

After finishing these things, Jiang Ding's figure slowly disappeared.

Although Miaohua Realm is good, it is too close to the plane channel, and he will not cause any trouble here - in fact, he will not really take action, raise a flag, become a mountain king, and sweep around causing chaos. There is no point in doing so.

Lurking, collecting intelligence, growing, and waiting for the opportunity, this is what he should do.

Jiang Ding left the Miaohua Realm and began to wander in all directions, silently traveling among the stars in the universe, hiding himself with the Dharma-Destroying Diaphragm. He was not seen by anyone, and did not communicate with anyone. He observed everything like a ghost.

He sorted out cause and effect, comprehended the unique rules of this starry sky that exists in the universe, observed various gods, investigated social customs and culture, sources of power, methods of production and other things, and then regularly transmitted them back to the ancient god world community, silently experiencing the loneliness and happiness of this moment.

In this way, a ghost wandered in the starry sky for more than a thousand years.

Finally, one day, amidst numerous causes and effects, he found an opportunity, an opportunity that would make it easier to collect intelligence.

"Son of God..."

Jiang Ding whispered.

At this moment, he seemed to see the hazy figure of a Son of God thousands of years later.

He is so clear, so beautiful, and so damned guilty, with a heavy load of sin. He needs a kind and upright monk to clean up this beautiful starry sky.

Thousands of years later.

No, it is six thousand seven hundred and seventy-nine years later that destiny will encounter this creature.

How to meet?

Naturally, this is where the encounter began.

Jiang Ding's gaze passed through the boundary wall of a middle thousand world called Falian Realm below, through heavy clouds and mist, and finally fell on a mountain village, on a young man whose clothes were full of patches.

"The destiny of humanity..."

"The suppressed human destiny will create a wave in him, a fleeting wave."

Jiang Ding murmured to himself.

Since humanity exists and has not been completely eliminated, it will inevitably fight back. It is inevitable that miracles will be born from a long period of time and almost endless numbers.

In this universe ruled by gods, such things must have happened countless times.

This poor boy with patched clothes was one of these cases, and he might create some momentum in the future before being suppressed. Humanity was slaughtered once again, and the spark of resistance was extinguished once again.

Such things have happened countless times in the past and will happen countless times in the future.

As long as the human race, the cornerstone of humanity, exists, this kind of thing is bound to happen. Since the gods covet the rich power of the human race as believers, they are bound to face such shortcomings.

This poor boy will, in the future, meet a son of God in a reasonable way.

"Taiqing,"

“This is the most efficient way to gather intelligence.”

Jiang Ding chuckled: "How much can some mortals and some weak hairy gods know? The information they have is not of much value."

"Son of God, the human embodiment of God's spirit is precious..."

As for the life-saving trump card given by the Supreme Shinto to the Son of God?
It’s just the supreme means of saving one’s life, who doesn’t have it?

The Sun Palace will suppress and block everything.

Of course, this requires special terrain, special battlefield, and special formations, which is exactly what has been needed for the past six thousand years.

In addition to the Son of God, Jiang Ding also needs a stable world community, inconspicuous, remote, where he can calmly conduct various immortal experiments and then transmit the data back to the ancient divine domain. Perhaps he can take over the body of a celestial god?
This is very troublesome.

It is easy to kill a celestial-level god, but it is extremely difficult to completely control it, take over its body, and not alert the outside world. It requires the right time, place, and people. You cannot just capture it roughly and then refine it. That won't work.

“There are so many things…”

Jiang Ding sighed.

Qingyi's body gradually disappeared, then appeared in the depths of a young man's soul in the world, and gradually lurked and hid.

He needs some time to comprehend the rules of the starry sky in this vast universe and fully recover to his full potential.

That is when you start to build cause and effect.

……

Backing the mountain village.

In the dilapidated wooden house, an ordinary-looking dark-skinned boy slowly woke up and looked around with a little confusion.

His name was Tu Sanyi. His clothes were tattered and full of patches. His skin was dark, his body was thin, and he was malnourished. Although he was in his twenties, he looked mature at an early age. His hands were covered with calluses, and it was obvious that he had been doing farm work for many years and was overworked.

Just now, nothing special happened. He was just too tired. He lay down at the head of the house to rest for a while, and then fell asleep. He didn't recover for a while and almost died.

This is the consequence of the severe suppression of human destiny. Many people with the potential to become great people often die due to various coincidences.

Of course, it wouldn't be weird if he didn't die.

Because there are too many mortal beings, the destiny of humanity is suppressed, which only greatly reduces the possibility rather than completely prohibiting it, which is not in line with the laws of nature.

"Oops!"

Tu Sanyi had just woken up and the severe pain in his body had not yet subsided. His expression suddenly became anxious and full of fear.

He quickly got up, took out a handful of incense, candles and paper money from his deceased parents' room, and also took out a handful of rice.

Then, he hurried to the stove, knelt down devoutly in front of a smoky statue beside the stove, set up an incense altar, lit the incense, and lit yellow paper. He grabbed a handful of threshed white rice, which was extremely precious to the villagers, and sprinkled it into the flames, praying non-stop.

"...Si Ming Dongchu, the benefactor of the East Kitchen, is widely blessed; he protects the house and sets up the stove, and observes the human world. Now, with a pious heart, I offer pearl white rice, incense, paper money, and respectfully welcome the arrival of the honored god..."

Tu Sanyi prayed devoutly and kowtowed continuously, not daring to stop.

It's been a long time.

The fire suddenly grew larger.

A god with a human head and a horse body and a ferocious expression emerged from the fire. He chewed the farmers' precious white rice in big mouthfuls, especially the pure power of incense in it, which was the most important to the Kitchen God.

—For the poor, where his money is, there are his piety and faith.

After he had been kowtowing for a long time, the Kitchen God of Kaoshan Village finally appeared. Tu Sanyi felt relieved and his fear was alleviated a lot.

If the Kitchen God is unwilling to consume incense, it will never be possible to light a fire and cook at home or even in the wild from now on!

"mortal!"

"You...are not pious!"

The god with a horse's head and a human body chewed the rice in a few mouthfuls, showed dissatisfaction, and roared: "In the past month, the offerings have been decreasing day by day. You are blaspheming God!"

"You lowly ant, you are blaspheming God!"

"God, you misunderstood!"

"I dare not! I dare not!"

Tu Sanyi's face was pale. "My father and mother passed away a few months ago. We don't have much savings at home. We can't grow more land. We really can't offer the many incense sticks that my parents used to have when they were alive."

"Please forgive me, God!"

He kowtowed repeatedly.

However, it did not bring about the forgiveness of the Kitchen God of Kaoshan Village.

"Humph!"

"Offering is your piety. This god only sees that your piety has decreased!"

The Kitchen God with a horse's head and a human body snorted coldly: "If the offerings are not restored tomorrow, you ant should know the consequences!"

The paper money and incense sticks in front of the statue gradually burned out. He took a deep breath, inhaled the last wisp of incense into his nose, and then it turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated.

(End of this chapter)