Qin Fen had vanished. He had stirred things up in the Heavenly Court again, leaving the three Imperial Lords speechless. In the end, the matter had been settled without a ripple. The Star Lords of the Heavenly Court had also seen Big Chef's true colors. He really was a trap!
Rubbing his stomach, Qin Fen felt full. But on second thought, he was no longer alone. It was fine if he ate his fill and the whole family did not go hungry, but Queen Mother had not eaten yet. Speaking of Queen Mother, Qin Fen found it strange. Why had he not seen her all morning? Right, those little ones should be let out for some air and something to eat too.
With that in mind, Qin Fen headed for the kitchen, intending to make Queen Mother breakfast.
She had followed him for so long and supported him unconditionally. He had even impersonated Queen Mother to scam peaches out of people. What did one meal matter? They said eating someone's food made you reluctant to speak ill of them. Even if Queen Mother found out later, she would not get angry. "Right, that's what I'll do. We're decent people, after all!" Qin Fen decided, stroking his chin.
The Heavenly Court's banquet continued, and the Mortal Realm remained relatively peaceful. Yet a vast expanse of dark clouds had already shrouded the Three Thousand Worlds.
One world after another was being eroded by the Hungry Ghost Path, becoming utterly unrecognizable, like a living hell.
"What are those things?" Inside a palace in Egypt, the Pharaoh and his guards and priests watched the city below nervously.
A long black line appeared on the distant horizon. The rumbling tremors grew from faint to powerful, and grains of sand on the ground began to bounce