The lakeside divine palace, incense blazing.
Ever since the tale of the "Holy Soup that Revived Heroic Spirits" spread across the nine heavens and ten lands, everyone fully believed: the Ancient God Emperor not only ruled life and death, but could even resurrect the dead.
Countless cultivators knelt before the divine palace, praying for grace.
Yet this madness awakened an even more terrifying being—
the Outer Evil God, slumbering beyond the chaos.
…
In the depths of the void, an immeasurably vast eye slowly opened.
"Hmph… mere mortal realms dare declare a 'One True Being'?"
"The origin is already in disarray—this is my chance to devour it!"
"I shall descend, and turn all into rotting flesh!"
Boom—
The sky shattered, countless tentacles stretching out to cover the heavens. The Evil God's aura seeped into the world, corroding mountains and rivers, suffocating all beings.
Countless great cultivators trembled, faces pale.
"It's the Evil God! The Outer Evil God has come!"
"It's over… this is the final calamity!"
"Only the Ancient God Emperor can suppress him!"
…
At the lakeside.
The black-haired youth was happily carrying a large pot toward the shore, ready to cook some midnight snacks.
He looked up to see the sky full of writhing tentacles, blotting out the moonlight and casting shadows across the lake.
He froze for a second, then his eyes lit up, nearly drooling:
"Whoa! Isn't that a giant octopus? And a fat one at that!"
He clapped his hands in excitement: "Hahaha, tonight's gonna be a seafood feast!"
…
The Evil God's aura thundered, its tentacles sweeping across the heavens to devour all.
But just as they plunged down—
the black-haired youth casually tossed out his fishing rod, hooking one tentacle and yanking it with a mighty pull!
Boom!
The Evil God's colossal body was forcibly dragged out of the void, slammed down by the lake, shaking the earth apart.
Countless cultivators stood dumbstruck.
"He… he fished the Evil God out of the void?!"
"What kind of realm is this?!"
"The Ancient God Emperor is supreme!"
…
The youth pulled out a kitchen knife, swiftly chopping the tentacles into chunks and tossing them into the pot.
Sizzle—
A rich fragrance spread instantly, the savory scent of seafood filling the air.
"Hahaha, sure enough it's a giant octopus! Thick, springy meat—perfect for soup!"
…
The Evil God let out a thunderous roar: "I am the Eternal Lord of Corruption—"
"Shut up! Nothing ruins cooking more than your noisy yapping!"
The youth casually grabbed a stone and hurled it at its face, silencing it in an instant.
He then hummed a tune while sprinkling salt and stirring the pot.
"Stir it a few more times, or it'll stick."
…
Countless cultivators collapsed in tears.
"Holy Words of the Ancient God!—Stir the great Dao, and evil shall be suppressed!"
"Too great! This is the ultimate truth to subdue evil gods!"
"The Ancient God Emperor is supreme!"
…
Before long, the giant pot of octopus soup steamed with golden light, aroma filling the heavens.
The black-haired youth scooped a bowl, bit into a piece of tentacle, and squinted in satisfaction.
"Ah, tastes pretty good! Truly, seafood has to be cooked in a big pot!"
He pushed the pot to the plaza. "Come on, don't be shy! One bowl each!"
…
Countless cultivators wept as they crawled forward to receive bowls of soup.
The moment they drank, their bodies roared, realms broke through, and all traces of corruption were cleansed.
"Ahhh! I've advanced!"
"Holy Soup subdues evil, cleansing all!"
"The Heavenly Emperor is supreme!"
…
In the void, the Evil God's lingering soul wailed: "No… I've been turned into his… food…"
Then it dissipated utterly into nothingness.
…
That night, a new stele stood before the lakeside divine palace, carved with:
[Holy Words of the Ancient God: Stir it a few more times, or it won't stick.]
The entire continent fell into another frenzy.
…
Meanwhile, inside the little hut, the black-haired youth cradled a large bowl of octopus soup, slurping contentedly.
"Whew—stuffed! This midnight snack was delicious."
He patted his belly, collapsed onto his bed, and drifted off to sleep—completely unaware that his "snack" had been a cosmic Outer Evil God capable of destroying all realms.