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"Master, what is the matter for which you have summoned us?"
The four of them were groveling, bowing on the ground, showing utmost flattery.
Because the Heaven-Opening Divine Power was held in the other’s hand; if he didn’t let them use it, it was almost the sa as him having killed them.
"I need soone to eat bread."
The baker spoke calmly, "After all, having made the bread, tasting it is what you should do."
Their hearts sank, secretly feeling things were amiss.
Taste the bread?
Isn’t this just being a guinea pig?
They knew what the bread was made from!
A Parallel Virtual Cosmos.
Although it wasn’t a truly massive real cosmos, it wasn’t sothing they could handle.
This "Immortal Pill" might grant enlightennt and ascension if consud, but the possibility of explosion was extrely high!
The lips of the Black Sun Emperor trembled; privately, he thought this was reckless, not treating them as people. Yet he said, "Master, perhaps I could find you a few test subjects?"
"Ordinary strong beings are not qualified to taste my bread."
The figure dressed as a chef was silently kneading the dough, which was constantly stretching and was precisely a parallel cosmos...
As he kneaded the dough, he spoke mildly:
"Only you four possess so qualifications, barely crossing into this realm, thus eligible to taste my work."
"Do you know the benefits of tasting my bread?"
Upon hearing this, the four beca increasingly anxious; this damned tyrant, how could I know what benefits there are?
However, their words beca more flattering, evidently adept at sycophancy, replicating the manner of eunuchs in complints,
"We do not know; I boldly speculate."
"Previously, when we broke through the Ninth Tier Tenth Layer, it was by swallowing a cosmos and then spitting it back out..."
"Why spit it out? Because it wasn’t to the taste, because they couldn’t swallow it!"
"It’s like coarse grains, with a rough texture, so we cannot eat it!"
"But you turned these coarse grains into dough, fernted it, and cooked it into delicious bread, thus greatly reducing our difficulty in consumption!"
"If we truly swallowed a cosmos and did not spit it out, then our energy level would undergo a qualitative change!"
"We would transform from an ant into a gigantic dragon in the starry sky! Realize a super-strength increase in life level, maybe even beco... a true Tenth Tier!"
Though these were their flattering words, they actually felt such a possibility existed.
"Well said."
Liu Jun nodded slightly, "Therefore, I give this bread to you."
The few were sweating profusely.
They looked at each other, none willing to be a guinea pig.
Previously, the Red Sun Emperor had been a guinea pig, and only his quick wit turned him into a pseudo Tenth Tier.
But he didn’t believe fortune would favor him again.
However, this existence didn’t regard them as human; they dared not defy.
In their mutual gaze, the Red Sun Emperor suddenly spoke, "Master, allow us so discussion to decide who will receive this honor."
"Go ahead."
The baker continued making bread.
These four flew outside, their expressions revealing fierce and sinister looks.
"Brothers, I know what you intend to do; we’ve been friends for so many years."
"In that case, let’s show our true skill; whoever loses goes."
Before they finished speaking, one suddenly made a move.
"How daring!"
"You dared to make a sneak attack?"
A fierce battle erupted quickly.
Ten days later, the Blue Sun Emperor was defeated, becoming the test subject.
He lethargically ca to receive the bread.
The living creatures in this bread civilization had already been relocated elsewhere in advance.
After all, what was there to eat in the bread’s beings?
No effect.
These probiotics alive were the most useful.
In the bread, they dragged on the bread’s developnt, allowing the bread to fernt over ti, becoming more flavorful like wine becoming more aromatic and llow over years.
Therefore, for a baker, the probiotic population was extrely important.
Liu Jun even prepared a jar containing old dough starter, filled specially with these probiotics.
It’s widely known.
Dough products fernted from old starters have more flavor.
"Eat." The baker handed over the bread.
The Blue Sun Emperor took a bite.
Bang!
At the next mont, he felt infinite power surging within him, enormous energy flowing wildly through his organs.
"Ahhh!" With a shrill scream, he explosively burst, transforming into ash with a bang.
The enormous explosion even shook the boundless sky, the celestial realm sensing the imnse shock from the mortal world.
The Four Sun Jewels Emperor fell on the spot.
The remaining three trembled even more.
Outwardly, they swept through the world, their power unrivaled, even driving the gods and mortals into the celestial realm.
But in front of this figure, they were rely stray dogs used for drug testing!
"Go out." The baker continued to knead the bread.
"Yes." The trio continued to retreat respectfully.
Liu Jun kneaded the exploded parallel cosmos material back together, transforming it into a dough.
He watched the three flee in disorder, unconcerned; these four were not good people, dead if they were dead.
"It seems, this bread Divine Object, indeed has extrely high difficulty; even with my wisdom, I can’t grasp it."
Liu Jun slightly frowned, kneading the wasted dough to prepare to make new bread.
So-called bread, however, is rely a taphor!
In essence, this is equivalent to kneading a cosmos’ frawork with parallels, ti, space... Bread’s ferntation, duration, technique, are the most profound knowledge in the cosmos.
Because his current bread-making essence is turning the cosmos into an Immortal Pill that’s easy to consu!
"Is this Tenth Tier realm sothing normal people can break through?"
Liu Jun lanted, bowing his head, deciding not to research the sweet bread recipe for now.
He planned to remodel his bakery!
He picked up so dough and began saring the bakery walls to build the bakery into a super-sized bread.
Ti flew.
The Immortal Path 12,000 years.
The entire three thousand cosmoses transford into three thousand breads, neatly arranged on the shelves.
Vaguely imparting the literary aura akin to books displayed in a library.
And inside the bread, with thousands of years elapsing, a new ecology and mythical history erged.
The whole world perpetuated a myth:
"We live on a bread continent; we are rely bacteria... And outside, baking us... the baker."
"He is the master of the cosmic bakery."
"He is the dominator of the Tenth Power Level."
"He is the man who destroys and creates all things."
"He possesses the power to consu the entire Multi-Cosmos."
Beyond the cosmos, the myth and ancient tales morphed into stories parents tell to frighten children to sleep every night.
This story is called "We All Live on Bread"
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