Volume 1, Chapter 60: I will definitely make the Young Master a bowl of the most perfect instant noodles!

He felt that his power, which had suppressed the Sea of Chaos for ages, was rapidly "losing its meaning." He was still as mighty as ever, but his might could no longer exert any influence on reality.

He was like a painter stripped of the very concept of "color"—no matter how transcendent his technique, he could no longer paint anything at all.

In the end, his will, along with his colossal mobile fortress, and along with the entire God-Devouring civilization that had run rampant across countless epochs, dissolved into absolute "self-denial" and "loss of meaning," quietly transforming into the most insignificant and truly meaningful shred of... nothingness within the Sea of Chaos.

They had been thoroughly and fundamentally erased by the very weapon they took the most pride in, in a manner utterly beyond their comprehension.

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In the Gu Family Courtyard.

Gu Changsheng tossed the marble box casually onto the table and dusted off his hands.

"Uncle Fu, I'm a bit hungry. What's for dinner?" he asked, yawning.

The sense of crisis that had loomed over the courtyard, making even Uncle Fu and the others feel suffocated, had long since vanished like smoke, as if it had never existed at all.

Uncle Fu, Ye Qingxian, and Ji Ruxue were still immersed in the heart-pounding "game" and its dramatic "ending," unable to snap back to reality.

They exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of lingering relief from surviving a catastrophe, wry amusement at the Primordial Ancestor's eccentric train of thought, and the deepest reverence for that overbearing will which declared: "I find this boring, so your war is over."

So... this was the true "Dao" of the Ancestor?

It was not creation, nor destruction, neither order nor chaos.

It was simply... "I find this annoying."

A supreme, willful "lying flat" Dao that transcended all Great Daos.

Uncle Fu was the first to react. His aged face flushed with excitement, and he hurriedly bowed, saying, "What would the Young Master like to eat? This old servant will go prepare it right away! Today we freshly acquired a few Primordial Golden Dragons and some Undying Divine Phoenix eggs. Would the Young Master prefer them steamed or braised in soy sauce?"

"Not these again..." Gu Changsheng curled his lip in utter disdain. "Dragon liver and phoenix marrow every single day—I'm sick of it. Is there anything... a bit more novel? Something like back on Earth... Ah, right, I want to eat instant noodles, braised beef flavor. Add a ham sausage and poach an egg in it. Can you make that?"

"In-... Instant noodles?"

Uncle Fu froze.

The Primordial Ancestor, after evolving and creating worlds, toying with universes, and settling a concept-level war of annihilation, actually wanted to eat... instant noodles right now?

What kind of profound, back-to-simplicity Daoist principle was hidden within this?!

Uncle Fu dared not think too deeply on it, feeling as though his brain was about to short-circuit.

He nodded hurriedly, his voice trembling slightly: "I can! Of course I can! This old servant will go right now... knead the dough with the laws of the Three Thousand Worlds, draw the broth from the Epoch Divine Spring, use the spinal cord of a Chaotic Dragon Beast for the ham, and poach the egg with the primal true fire of the Undying Divine Phoenix! I will definitely make the Young Master a bowl of the most perfect... instant noodles!"

Instant noodles.

When those two words spilled so lightly from Gu Changsheng's lips, Uncle Fu—an old servant who had lived for countless epochs and whose state of mind had long been as unruffled as an ancient well—experienced a momentary glitch in his brain.

His divine sense swept through the Gu family's vast, ocean-like *Library of Epochs* in a split second, attempting to find any records related to "instant noodles." However, neither the recipes of ancient gods and demons, nor the banquets of primordial immortal kings, nor even the primitive feeding records of chaotic entities contained any information about this food.

Could this be a Daoist principle that transcended the family's cognitive system?

On Uncle Fu's face, far from confusion, there erupted a fanatic radiance of "hearing the Dao in the morning and dying content in the evening."

He understood!

The Primordial Ancestor was bestowing enlightenment upon him!

Dragon liver, phoenix marrow, chaotic gods and demons—while these items were precious, they were essentially still "existence." They were objectively existing ingredients in the universe that could be captured and cooked.

And "instant noodles," this was a brand-new concept! It represented "convenience," it represented "quickness," it represented a "rule" that compressed a complex cooking process into an extremely short time! Wasn't this another manifestation of "creating something out of nothing"?

The Primordial Ancestor was tired of tasting the "fruit"; he was now personally demonstrating to him how to define and create an entirely new "cause"!

"This old servant... obeys!" Uncle Fu's voice carried a trace of a tremble—the excitement of enlightenment. He bowed deeply, and the moment he turned around, his entire demeanor changed.

He was no longer a kindly old housekeeper, but a saint who had received a supreme divine oracle and was about to embark on a great epoch-making venture.

Uncle Fu did not go to the alchemy kitchen; the "Dao" of that place was no longer sufficient to bear the concept of "instant noodles." With a single step, he descended directly into the depths of the Gu family's ancestral land, a forbidden zone known as the "Furnace of Ten Thousand Laws."

This was the place where the Gu family analyzed and smelted various "Great Dao laws" captured from the heavens and myriad realms. Normally, only the family's top formation and artifact-refining ancestors were qualified to enter.

"Uncle Fu? Why are you here?" An elder whose hair was woven from the laws of thunder opened his eyes in surprise.

"Acting on the Ancestor's decree, to... cook here," Uncle Fu stated concisely.

"Cook?" Another elder, whose body seemed to be composed of countless stars, was also stunned. "Right here? Are you refining some ultimate divine pill?"

Uncle Fu shook his head, his expression solemn to the extreme, and slowly uttered those two words: "Instant noodles."

The two ancestors looked at each other, their divine senses communicating frantically, both seeing the ultimate bewilderment in the other's eyes.

Yet the phrase "Ancestor's decree" was an inviolable heavenly law.

"Please instruct us, Uncle Fu, how should we cooperate?"

Uncle Fu nodded slightly and began to convey the "highest instructions" of the Primordial Ancestor, which he had pieced together through his own "imaginative interpretation."

"The Ancestor has said that the noodles must be kneaded using the laws of the Three Thousand Worlds."

As soon as these words were spoken, both ancestors drew a sharp breath. Kneading noodles with the Three Thousand Great Dao laws? What kind of crazy, extravagant idea was that?! Those weren't noodles; those were the concrete manifestation of universal order!

"Thunder Ancestor, you master the laws of punishment; your nature is fierce and unyielding, serving as the 'sinew' of the noodles. Star Ancestor, you master the laws of evolution; your nature is pliant and resilient, serving as the 'body' of the noodles. Working together, you shall extract the primal laws of the Three Thousand Great Worlds and knead them into shape. Remember, they must be 'chewy'—neither too hard nor too soft. This is the embodiment of the 'Doctrine of the Mean'."

The two ancestors dared not be negligent and immediately went to work. Thunder Ancestor waved his large hand, pulling three thousand thick, dragon-like chains of thunder laws out of the void, emitting a roar that shook the soul. Star Ancestor scattered starlight across the heavens, every beam of starlight representing the evolutionary principles of a world, wrapping around the violent thunder laws like gentle, flowing water.

An earth-shattering session of "kneading dough" began. Two ancestor-level entities exerted every ounce of their understanding of the Dao, at times flushing red, at other times dripping with sweat. They weren't kneading dough; they were harmonizing the order of the universe! That lump of "dough" alternately transformed into chaos and evolved into galaxies, until finally, under Uncle Fu's guidance, it was barely pressed into a square, seemingly ordinary-looking... block of dried noodles.

The moment the noodle block took shape, all pastry chefs across the heavens and myriad realms, whether mortals or immortals, instantly felt their craft undergo an enlightenment-like elevation.

"For the broth, we shall take the water of the Epoch Divine Spring," Uncle Fu continued issuing his commands.