Capítulo 1131: The Neuroanatomy Of Sleep And Dreams

"Sigh, a phoenix that has fallen from grace is nothing compared to a chicken." The Culinary God gazed at the large painting in front of him and mused.

The Upper Realm was ravaged by destruction and the gods had their hands tied. The ones who could still retain their powers were extremely rare.

No one knew who benefited from this. Was it the saints? Or was it the Heavenly Axiom?

At any rate, from the Culinary God's viewpoint, he could not see things clearly. There were simply too many changes in the current world. As a god that enjoyed the pleasures of life, he simply did not possess the ambition of Death who wanted to rise from the ashes.

What he wished for was to enjoy the outcome when the whole world returned to a point of stability. 

After all, every living being in the world had to eat, so he would not have to worry about the severance of his Dao.