Snow was falling from the sky, and the air was very quiet.
Bu Fang opened his eyes and stared blankly at the gray sky. He felt as if he had been dreaming. A complicated emotion filled him as he recalled what he had just been through.
He sat up. There was a chill on his skin. He frowned when he looked down and saw that he had no clothes on. The snowflakes fell quietly from the sky and landed on him, melting with his body temperature and flowing in rivulets. He ran his fingers through his long hair, which spread out and brushed against his skin, tickling him.
Bu Fang stood up and glanced around. He should be in the remote mountain on Planet Immortality. It was from here he had vanished, and here he was reborn again. The God of Cooking's gift to him was probably rebirth. Now, however, he was a complete mortal. He did not have any cultivation base, and his body was no longer the powerful flesh of a Chaotic Saint.
