Volume 1, Chapter 61: A Bowl of Instant Noodles Stirs the Heavens

A family member immediately approached with caution, fetching a ladle of crystal-clear water from the spring in the back mountain of the Gu family estate, a divine well connected directly to the Primordial Source. Every single drop of this water contained the complete information of the birth and destruction of an entire epoch.

"The Ancestor has specifically named the flavor: 'braised beef.' This 'beef' must not be any ordinary creature. We must extract a wisp of original essence from the 'Heaven-Splitting Barbarian Ox' of the Chaos Sea, the beast that used 'force' to prove its Dao and whose body transformed into three thousand continents."

"Understood!" A Gu family warrior commander received the command and departed. Half an hour later, he returned bathed in blood, holding a mass of flesh and blood essence as heavy as a galaxy. Far away in a distant corner of the Chaos Sea, a mournful cry that shook ten thousand realms echoed in his wake.

"The ham sausage must be crafted using the spinal cord of a Chaotic Dragon Beast as the core, encased in sausage casings woven from two contradictory laws—'reality' and 'illusion'—and infused together."

"The poached egg must be made from the 'Nirvana Egg' of the Undying Divine Phoenix, simmered slowly over the 'Fire of Time' and condensed with the 'Ice of Space,' ensuring it is cooked on the outside and raw on the inside, with the yolk existing in a 'half-step Chaos' state, mirroring that single ray of divine light at the very beginning of the universe's birth."

Command after command was issued methodically by Steward Fu.

To fulfill the Supreme Ancestor's bowl of instant noodles, the entire Gu family ancestral land—a colossal entity spanning across all dimensions—roared into frantic operation with unprecedented efficiency.

Standing in the small courtyard, Ye Qingxian and Ji Ruxue gazed into the distance at the earth-shattering phenomena rising from the direction of the "Furnace of Ten Thousand Laws." Perceiving those unimaginable commands with their divine senses, they were already utterly dumbfounded, their very souls frozen in blank shock.

"Sister Ye... What on earth... were the things we used to eat?" Ji Ruxue asked with immense difficulty. Thinking of the so-called "divine nectar and heavenly immortal fruits" she had consumed back when she reigned as the Empress of Jade Lake, compared to the "instant noodles" currently being forged, they were not even worthy of being called dust.

A bitter yet deeply reverent smile tugged at the corner of Ye Qingxian's lips.

"In the past, we were merely 'eating.' But the Young Master... he is tasting the 'Dao.'" Her gaze grew unfathomably deep. "Have you not noticed? The noodles are Order. The broth is the Source. The beef is Power. The ham sausage is Truth and Falsehood. The poached egg is Life, Death, Time, and Space. The Young Master... what he wishes to consume is not a mere bowl of noodles at all. It is a newly redefined, flawless, condensed... model of the universe!"

Upon hearing this, Ji Ruxue’s delicate body trembled violently. Her perception of Gu Changsheng changed completely.

So his casual remark, "I feel like eating instant noodles," actually contained such terrifying ultimate deconstruction and reconstruction of all things in the universe!

Was this laziness? Not at all! This was standing at the absolute pinnacle of creation, looking down upon all living beings, casually discussing the Dao in a manner that shook heaven and earth!

Right at that moment, an indescribable, ultimate fragrance suffused the air from the direction of the Furnace of Ten Thousand Laws.

This aroma defied the barriers of space and time.

Across the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, countless ancient monsters in secluded closed-door cultivation felt their bottlenecks—stuck for hundreds of millions of years—loosen the instant they caught a whiff of this fragrance.

"This is... what kind of divine artifact has been born? Could the legendary 'Chaotic Dao Fruit' have matured?"

Throughout the myriad realms, the golden dragons of fortune belonging to countless immortal dynasties and empires bowed toward the direction of the Gu family ancestral land, letting out yearning dragon roars.

Deep within the Chaos Sea, some slumbering, indescribably terrifying entities were jolted awake from their deep sleeps, greedily sniffing at the fragrance.

"A fragrance of the 'Dao'... unlike anything ever known before..."

A single bowl of instant noodles stirred the heavens.

Finally, Steward Fu personally carried the bowl—which appeared to be ordinary white porcelain, but was actually polished from an "Epoch Tombstone"—holding the epoch-shaping bowl of instant noodles. Step by step, like the most devout pilgrim, he walked before Gu Changsheng.

"Young Master, the... instant noodles you requested are ready." Steward Fu's voice trembled with excitement.

Inhaling the mouth-watering aroma that washed over him, Gu Changsheng's eyes lit up.

"Whoa, it smells amazing! Steward Fu, your culinary skills are impressive!"

He took the bowl, picked up a pair of chopsticks whittled from World Tree branches, and pinched a translucent noodle upon which lightning and stars seemed to spin. Without a moment's hesitation, he slurped it up.

The instant the noodle entered his mouth, Gu Changsheng's brow furrowed slightly.

"Hmm... These noodles..."

He chewed twice and gave his review: "A bit hard. My jaw hurts from chewing."

Steward Fu's heart sank violently.

Hard? How could that be? The Lightning Ancestor and the Star Ancestor had clearly harmonized "hardness" and "softness" to theoretical perfection; the resilience of those noodles was enough to withstand the pulling force of a macro-universe without snapping. How could they possibly...

Then, understanding dawned on him.

The noodles were not hard; rather, the Supreme Ancestor's "Dao" had requirements for "noodles" that transcended the scope of the three thousand laws! The Ancestor's "palate" was benchmarked against the Primordial Source. In his mouth, the mere laws of the three thousand great worlds were naturally as dry and hard as uncooked instant noodles!

"It is this old servant's fault. Next time, I shall use the 'transcendent laws' as the guide when kneading the dough for the Young Master." Steward Fu silently noted it down, though he dared not show the slightest ripple on his face.

Ignoring Steward Fu's mental gymnastics, Gu Changsheng took a sip of the broth.

"The soup... the flavor is a bit bland," he smacked his lips. "The beef flavor isn't strong enough."

Steward Fu's Dao heart trembled once more.

Bland?! That was the original essence of the Heaven-Stamping Barbarian Ox! The "Dao of Force" contained within that wisp of essence was enough to cause an Immortal King to instantly rupture from the sheer overload! And yet... it was bland?

Ah, of course. The Supreme Ancestor was the source of all Daos. The "flavor" of any Dao would be diluted by his own "Supreme Dao" when it reached him, naturally making it taste bland to him. This was not a problem with the ingredients; it was simply that the Ancestor's realm was far too high!

"Next time, this old servant shall capture three thousand Chaotic Divine Demons and refine their origins to make the broth a fraction richer." Steward Fu made another mental note.

Gu Changsheng then picked up the ham sausage—composed of the laws of truth and falsehood—took a bite, and looked at it with a puzzled expression.

"What is up with this ham sausage? One second it tastes like meat, and the next it feels like chewing on empty air. Such a strange texture."

Hearing this, Steward Fu nearly spat out a mouthful of ancient blood.

With a single sentence, the Supreme Ancestor had pierced the very essence of the contradictory laws of "reality" and "illusion"! Ordinary living beings—even Immortal Emperors—would have their souls torn apart by the twisted dao rules the moment they touched that ham sausage, plunging into eternal cognitive disorder. Yet the Supreme Ancestor merely found it... "a strange texture."

Finally, Gu Changsheng used his chopsticks to gently puncture the poached egg.

Golden, viscous egg liquid, thick as a newborn universe, slowly flowed out. An overwhelmingly rich aura of life, time, and space rushed forth.

"Oh? This egg is good. It's soft-boiled; I like it."

Gu Changsheng nodded in satisfaction and consumed the entire egg.

This was the only part he was satisfied with.

Steward Fu heaved a long sigh of relief, a gratified smile blooming on his face.

It seemed that the paths of "Samsara of Life and Death" and "Spacetime Transformation" best suited the Supreme Ancestor's preferences. This pointed the way for the family's future "offerings"!

In the end, Gu Changsheng ate half the bowl and put down his chopsticks.

"I'm done. The taste is mediocre, not even as good as the instant noodles I used to soak myself in my past life." Shaking his head in disdain, he poured the remaining half-bowl of noodles, broth and all, down to little Black, who was lying by his feet and gazing up at him with eager eyes.

"Here's a reward for you. Stop acting like you're always starving."