Lord Duan of the Nanli Sacred Land had never imagined that, on the Source God Continent, within Nanli Sacred Land's own territory, someone would actually dare to attack him.
And the attack had been this absurd—using only two drops of leftover wine to seal both him and his subordinate inside the wine.
The two were shocked and furious, struggling desperately.
Yet no matter how they struggled, they could not break free from those two tiny drops of leftover wine.
They appeared to be no more than two drops of wine, but to them at that moment, they were like a vast, boundless great universe. Trapped within, they were like two ants lost in the Void, unable to find their way home.
Yet they could clearly see Li Yun and Zhang Xiong sitting atop the mountain, cup after cup, exchanging toasts and drinking with ever greater delight.
Until dusk descended.
Zhang Xiong had already drunk himself senseless and collapsed onto the ground, mumbling drunken nonsense.
Only then did Li Yun casually pluck down the two drops of leftover wine and toss them into the Myriad Gods Realm.
"Dao Ancestor..."
"Gu Zhanshan..."
"Pei Qingyun..."
"Greetings, Dao Lord!"
After nearly a year apart, these two Violetgold Divine Lords from the Eastern Flower Sacred Land had already been completely assimilated by the Thoughts of All Beings in the Myriad Gods Realm. The marks originally branded upon them by the Eastern Flower Sacred Land had vanished completely.
Seeing Li Yun again was like seeing the Divine Lord himself. Their gazes were clear, and their brows brimmed with reverence.
Lord Duan and the mountain guardian, trapped within the leftover wine, were utterly horrified.
With their eyesight, how could they fail to see that the two people bowing to Li Yun before them were two Violetgold Divine