Central Imperial Heaven, Drunken Immortal Tower.
Drunken Heaven Tower gathered the finest diners from across the Nine Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms. Immortals visited it almost every day.
The chefs here were all cultivators who walked the Great Dao of Food. Some even possessed the cultivation of Great Emperors and Immortals.
"Ah, to taste the Culinary King's craft today... my life has been worth living."
Before a dining table on the first floor, a scruffy-bearded old man leaned back in his chair. Before him was only a simple dish: Yellow Bamboo Garlic Shrimp Marrow.
The old man was a peak Martial God Stage cultivator. In other regions, he might have counted as an expert, but in a place like Central Imperial Heaven, where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, Martial Gods were everywhere!
His lifespan was already running out, so he had emptied all his savings to visit Drunken Immortal Tower. One Supreme-grade Spirit Stone... was only enough to buy a single dish from a sixth-rank Culinary King. But a Culinary King truly deserved the title... he could die without regrets.
Drunken Heaven Tower was enormous, with five floors in total, interspersed with countless folded spaces.
The first floor was merely for the most ordinary diners.
"I truly wonder how intoxicating the Chef Immortal's cooking must be."
On the second floor, four dishes and a soup sat before a Great Emperor. The aged Great Emperor's gaze was hazy...
It was not only him. Nearly all the diners were like this—Drunken Immortal, Drunken Immortal!
Under such consummate culinary skill, even Immortals would likely lose themselves in it.
"The Great Dao of Food must place ingredients first!"
On the fourth floor, a white-robed old man hunched before a massive immortal cauldron, seemingly selecting ingredients. Every ingredient he