The Mortal Realm was quiet. A touch of white had appeared in the night sky beyond the window as light snow began to fall. The flakes drifted down from on high, carrying away the dust that filled the air. The smog receded, revealing the bright moonlight, and everything seemed exceptionally tranquil.
There were only scattered figures on the quiet streets. With the temperature dropping, everyone had sensibly stayed home, chatting with their families and watching television. Before they knew it, they had forgotten about the harsh winter outside, because warmth had filled their hearts—the warmth of home.
The Heavenly Court was much the same. The Heavenly Dao had erased everyone's memories of Hongjun's demonic corruption. No one knew what had just happened, nor did they know that the Great Dao itself had appeared. Everything had returned to its proper course.
Whether in the Heavenly Court or the Earthly Immortal Realm, the atmosphere remained festive. All living beings believed that Chiyou's Heaven and Earth Calamity had passed, and they could not help but feel relieved.
Everywhere was decorated with lanterns and colorful ornaments. Spring couplets hung from doors, paper cuttings were pasted on windows, and children carrying all kinds of puppets and toys could be seen running wild through fields, along ridges, and down alleyways.
An indescribable scent grew stronger and stronger—a special scent understood only by the Yan-Huang people. The scent of the New Year!
When Big Chef woke up, a trace of light entered his eyes. He slowly opened them, propped himself halfway up, and looked at the hotel room, which was a complete mess. He gave a speechless smile.
He was no longer a rookie, was he?
Turning around, he saw the person lying on her side beside him, hugging the blanket.
"Get up. We're going home to