"Whoosh."
A blood-red streak pierced through space and flew into the tunnel leading to the Divine Realm. Zhou Weiqing, who was rushing back to the Divine Realm and thinking of warming the bed with his wives, paused and hovered in place.
"Asura God..." Zhou Weiqing murmured as he watched the blood-red streak fly toward him. With a wave of his hand, he caught the divine power belonging to the Asura God.
Looking at the glow in his palm, Zhou Weiqing secretly sighed. If he had chosen to inherit the Asura Divine Position back then, perhaps all of his beloved women could have come to the Divine Realm with him.
He injected a thread of divine power into it, and a steady voice immediately sounded. "Weiqing, after you return to the Divine Realm, come to the Asura God Hall. I have something I need to ask of you."
The blood-red light flickered a few times before dispersing.
"Something for me?" Zhou Weiqing's gaze flickered. He did not dare delay, circulating his divine power and turning into a streak of light as he shot into the entrance to the Divine Realm.
A single drinking session lasted a full three hours.
Although Niu Tian could still hold on, he too went to find a guest room to rest.
Dai Mubai and Oscar had long since drunk themselves unconscious. No one used divine power to dispel the effects of the alcohol; they simply enjoyed being thoroughly drunk. Days in the Divine Realm were often boring, and most gods enjoyed drinking. After getting drunk and sleeping, perhaps they could relive memories of their days in the Lower Realm through their dreams.
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong each supported Dai Mubai and Oscar, placing them on the beds.
"You two idiots, you just had to