socalfunplaces Chapter 707 First Encounter
Chapter 707 First Encounter
Chapter 707 First Encounter
Waiting for the end of the universe is incredibly boring.
Especially for non-space life forms, they can only see the sky above them and cannot see the vastness and grandeur of the deep universe.
Bangchui lay bored on Hao Jiejie, counting the clouds in the sky: "One, two, three, four, none of them are visible. One, two, three, four, none of them are there."
"Hao Jiejie, tell me, what will the end of the world be like?"
Hao Jiejie: "I don't know. Even the little elves have run away. The apocalypse must be terrible."
Bangchui: "Didn't the little elf say that there are gods in the universe? Why don't the gods save the universe?"
Thinking about things other than cooking is a difficult thing for Hao Jiejie: "Perhaps even the gods can't save the world."
They had never seen the gods, and talking about them was like a farmer talking about the emperor's golden hoe.
Until one day, the Stove Clan, who were refining pots on the highest mountain, were surprised to find a black hole in the southwest corner of the sky.
The black hole was completely empty.
"Wow, this must be the end of the world."
They calmly waited for the black hole to grow larger and larger until the sky cracked open, at which point they all looked up at the heavens.
Nobody knows what it is.
A purple crack tore open from the top of the sky, like a blade slicing through a mushroom cap, slow but unstoppable.
Light leaked through the crack, cold, lifeless, and unlike any color of this world.
The mycelium exposed to that light turned to ash in an instant, without making a sound.
The mycelium swaying in the clouds possesses the most sensitive perception on the entire planet.
They were the first to taste the deathly aura in the wind.
Unfortunately, there was no concept of "fear" here. Hao Jiejie and her companions simply stopped, looked up at the sky, and were as quiet as a pot that had just been extinguished.
Fate opened a window for these silly, dull-witted guys.
Another ray of light shone through the window onto Hao Jiejie.
Hao Jiejie's body suddenly stiffened.
A message suddenly crashed into the core of her perception.
It was a complete, intricately structured flow of information from another dimension.
Information flowed through her body, like a seed suddenly breaking through its shell, its roots penetrating every cell.
It said it could take her away. Before the rift swallowed the planet, it could open a passage and send her to another universe.
There's only one condition: she can't take anything external. She can take as much of her own body and her own consciousness as she can.
Hao Jiejie spread the news.
Without hesitation, the group made their decision within seconds.
They want Hao Jiejie to take away all the flavor information, cooking techniques, and racial memories accumulated across the entire planet!
This is a crazy plan.
They aim to condense the essence of life from all races and individuals into a single vessel.
Different temperatures, different flow rates, and different microbial communities complete the flavor transformation that would normally take decades in an instant.
Flavors from all the planets have been extracted, concentrated, and blended into a pot of amber-colored soup.
Just as Hao Jiejie's body was about to explode, the pot of soup flew out from the crystal shards, drawing a golden arc in the air.
What kind of feeling is that?
Hao Jiejie could not describe it.
The moment the soup touched her skin, she tasted the entirety of life. It was fiery, sharp, profound, sour, salty, and sweet, with a hint of bitterness, but after the bitterness came an overwhelming sweetness, like the aftertaste of all the good things one has ever eaten.
In this way, her friends are giving her their all.
"Seal it." Hao Jiejie used her last bit of consciousness to emit pheromones.
The death rays poured down.
In that instant, the cheat system within Hao Jiejie's body suddenly erupted with blinding light. Sensing the danger to its host, it activated its pre-programmed sequence: forcibly tearing space, creating dimensional portals, and locking onto a target—all executed at an extremely rapid pace.
The problem was that the soup hadn't fully entered her body before the passage opened.
Hao Jiejie's body was pulled into the air by an invisible force and flew in the opposite direction of the crack.
The amber-colored liquid was shaking violently; some of it had already seeped in, while the rest was still flowing on her skin, being flung out as she spun around, creating tiny golden droplets.
Her body was forcibly pulled into a dimensional rift by the golden finger, but her consciousness was still in that unfinished soup, still swirling in the memories of all races.
Information overload, flavor explosion, and the concentration of life essence far exceeded her body's tolerance limits.
She lost consciousness in the passageway.
When she woke up again, she found herself lying in a sea of flowers, with a turbid, blood-red river flowing in the distance.
A strange, lifeless coolness filled the tip of my nose.
She touched the flowers beneath her.
The petals, like silk threads, curled and climbed toward the sky, but there were no leaves.
"you're awake."
A woman sits in the deepest part of the red spider lily bushes.
She wasn't tall, but when she sat there, all the flowers seemed to lean towards her, like believers worshipping a silent god.
Her face defies age, possessing a timeless tranquility, like a stone that has been washed by a river for millions of years, all its edges smoothed out, leaving only its most essential outline.
She wore an ochre-yellow robe, the hem of which lay on the ground, blending into the soil, making it impossible to distinguish where the fabric ended and the earth began.
When her eyes fell, Hao Jiejie felt as if she had been turned inside out from head to toe: "Who are you? Where is this?"
“My name is Houtu,” she said. “This is the underworld.”
Hao Jiejie stared blankly: "Where is the underworld?"
"The place where the souls of the dead return."
Hao Jiejie: "You mean, all the dead go to the underworld?"
"Correct."
Why can't I find my people?
Houtu Niangniang handed her a bowl of Meng Po soup: "Perhaps, after drinking Meng Po soup, they will be reincarnated."
Hao Jiejie didn't want to be reincarnated, but the bowl of Meng Po soup smelled so delicious it made people's mouths water.
She had never smelled anything like it before: "What does this soup taste like?"
Houtu was taken aback. No one had ever cared whether Meng Po soup tasted good or not: "It should have a little bit of sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy flavors?"
That's just how life is.
Hao Jiejie hesitated: "What is it made of?"
"Seven emotions and six desires, the River of Oblivion, hmm, Meng Po has been making improvements recently, she may have added some spider lilies."
Hao Jiejie took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
The taste wasn't as delicious as she had imagined; instead, it had a slightly burnt flavor.
Hao Jiejie said seriously, "Tell the person who made the soup that the heat was too high and it burned."
The Goddess Houtu was speechless: "Is it possible that you messed up?"
The only people who can drink Meng Po's soup and remain completely unchanged are those from other realms.
Houtu sighed, "I'm sorry, interesting outsiders."
A thunderous slap landed heavily on Hao Jiejie.
(End of this chapter)