Beneath the vault of heaven.
Huangliang City appeared before everyone's eyes as though it truly existed.
The Drunkard snored like thunder, showing no sign of waking.
It was as though he had truly fallen into an eternal drunken slumber.
Everyone's thoughts churned.
How, exactly, had the Drunkard been defeated?
What, exactly, had happened within Huangliang City?
No one knew, nor could they speculate.
Yet the more it was so, the greater the unease in their hearts. The Hongmeng Dominators looking at Su Yi now held deep apprehension in their eyes.
Taotie Immortal's expression had turned grave.
Killer of Myself rubbed her brow with her fingertips. Her eyes gleamed brightly, as if she were anticipating something.
The Woodcutter remained as silent as ever.
He had remained standing before that sole surviving stalk of Green Bamboo, without shifting even an inch.
Sun Rang sighed softly. "Forever drunk, never to wake; body sleeping with eternity. For the Drunkard, being able to lie here drunk from now on means he died where he belonged."
The Drunkard had loved wine all his life. He regarded the world's fine wines as his teachers and willingly called himself the Drunkard, which showed just how much he loved drinking.
Since ancient times, sages and worthies had all been lonely; only drinkers left their names behind.
When it came to drinking, the Drunkard truly was a legendary figure whose name could endure through the ages.
Halfway up Hongmeng Dao Mountain.
The Ferryman saw at a glance that the Drunkard was indeed dead. His Life Origin had dispersed, and all his cultivation had vanished.
The one lying drunk on the ground within Huangliang City, snoring in deep sleep, was merely an imprint the Drunkard had left behind in this world.
Dao Definitive stood there quietly without speaking.
He had long