Siheyuan: Rebirth of He Yuzhu, God of Cooking starts

As he gazed at the Scroll of Truth floating gently before his eyes, Cheng Dong asked softly, "Does it necessarily record all the wisdom of the God of Truth?"

However, as soon as these words fell, the volume immediately began to tremble violently. The cracks that had been repaired by divine grace and gradually calmed down opened again, as if they would completely collapse in the next moment.

"Can you see it?"

Looking at the volume of truth in front of him, his eyes revealed determination.

The Scroll of Truth was the first to express such clear opposition - if you want to check it, you will die.

Will I die?

Cheng Dong frowned in disbelief. Just seeing some fragments of the memory of the God of Truth, not to mention not seeing it with his own eyes but only reading the description in the Book of Truth? It actually caused such a deadly threat?

However, the Scroll of Truth has already been confirmed as its owner, and it is absolutely impossible for it to betray its owner's intentions. If it does convey the message of "do not peek", the safest thing to do is to act accordingly.

As a god-level life, it is too far away for Cheng Dong. Even if the truth book records the self-sacrifice of the truth god at that time, this situation is beyond the current cognition and experience of Cheng Dong.

The news about the gods was too fragile for his spiritual perception. Even if he chose not to consider the direct viewing method for the time being, Cheng Dong still had an unrelieved worry in his heart: "Is it impossible even if the "Book of Truth" exists?"

Your mind is too young to bear such information. Another voice echoed from the Book of Truth.

Facing such an answer, Cheng Dong finally made a decision in his heart. The Scroll of Truth would never have the motive to hurt itself - its terrifying ability could easily control the entire situation when he was still a human, and it is naturally far from being equal in its current state.

"Is it not even possible to watch?" This thought made him feel absurd and surprised. "I always thought I had made a lot of progress." However, the facts told him that even under the protection of the artifact, he could not explore the past of the gods. All of this seemed to reveal an extraordinary irrationality.

Cheng Dong recalled the situation many years ago when he was evaluated by the Book of Truth because his skills in making fireballs were considered low, and he felt dissatisfied again. "Does the power that can smash through the earth mean that I am strong?" Such doubts and questions kept churning in his heart, as if there was no end.

This was not only a reaction to the answer given by the Book of Truth, but more of a re-examination of his previous view on the relationship between power and wisdom. He could not help but recall his past obsession with simply believing that power was supreme, which suddenly became insignificant at this moment.

The story continues to unfold, full of the depth of self-awareness and reflection on past decisions. The rejection of the "Book of Truth" and the subsequent self-doubt and reflection give the story more philosophical depth and emotional layers, enriching the character image and its inner complexity. This not only shows the growth path of the protagonist Cheng Dong, but also reflects the spiritual level of thinking that the author intends to explore - how to understand and measure the subtle relationship between self-worth and the evaluation of others, and the true meaning behind power. Within this story framework, every decision is a deepening of the character's personality, and every question is a potential guide to the future direction.

Zheng Dong's mind was reversing at this moment: Even if his fist did have the power to shake the stardust, if the image of destruction was only projected on the screen, it would not be enough to pose a risk of ending his life. After taking a long breath, he carefully put away the sacred object known as the Book of Truth.

As for the fact that it was out of reach, he inevitably felt a little bored. Although he was curious and confused about it, he still remembered the warning of not inviting disaster upon himself, and he was well aware of the truth that action was related to survival. So, he made a decision:

"That's all. Strengthening yourself is everything."

An inexplicable sense of urgency emerged. Even though he was facing the changes after the collapse of faith, it did not immediately manifest and end it. Because everything in this world is unpredictable, the unknown can always be displayed in different forms at every moment in the world. Even though his heart was filled with a sense of relief and indifference, in his opinion, any powerful existence that might appear was not worth mentioning from his perspective, and was only comparable to dust.

In his eyes, the rise and fall of civilization is but a moment for such an "existence", just like the destruction of a planet is a distant unknown future in the mind of an ant, not worth worrying about. For people like them who live for hundreds of years, Zhengdong's centuries are just a passing moment and can hardly have any weight.

He knew that if one had not personally experienced the true shock, it would be difficult to understand and feel the magnitude of the power. The existence that could travel through the long river of time at will, and the subtle gestures and movements that could change the trajectory of the entire world.

To these gods, mortals, whose lifespan is only a few hundred years, are like ants in their eyes. Why should they worry about them?

It is like a poor person standing next to a millionaire and declaring that he is about to join the ranks of the rich in order to change the former's status, but such an idea is neither possible nor poses a real threat.

He shook his head gently, dispelled the distracting thoughts in his mind, and began his serious journey of cultivation.

The purple monk rode the auspicious clouds and flew towards the main hall of Danxia Sect. Behind him, the clear and pleasant sound of bells was conveying the message of the return visit of the true monk to all Danxia Sect. Above the main hall stood a huge bronze ancient bell, with a dragon and a golden phoenix engraved on the decoration. The bell rang three times, expressing a solemn and serious etiquette.

As the auspicious clouds gradually descended and stopped beside the Danxia Sect's practice place, the spiritual energy that permeated the surroundings made this place seem like a fairyland among the clouds.

In the center of the crowd, amidst everyone's low shouts, the cultivator in the purple cloak slowly descended from the auspicious clouds and stepped firmly onto the training ground.

"Senior brother~"

When the surrounding sects saw the purple-robed cultivator coming, they all bowed in respect, and only dared to look up after he had passed.

A sect member who had recently been promoted said, "It is said that he is one of the twenty-two true disciples in our Danxia Sect? The one named Luo Shaocheng is him?" He seemed a little unfamiliar with the news, and his tone revealed obvious surprise.

Beside him, another person whispered, "The news is a bit behind the times. Our Danxia Sect currently has the 21st member."