Several jars of wine passed from hand to hand. Before long, the fragrance of wine in the study overwhelmed the fragrance of books.
Ai Changyuan made no attempt to circulate his cultivation and metabolize the alcohol. His tolerance was genuinely poor; after only a little spiritual wine, he was already somewhat drunk.
With an arm around Wang Qi's shoulders, he said loudly, "Really, Old Wang, there have been very few people in my life I've admired. At least among our generation, you're the only one. We fought our way through the Qi Refining stage together, right?—Of course, I definitely can't beat you now. But you really weren't being a good friend this time. You did something so huge, yet refused to tell us a word..."
Wang Qi grabbed Ai Changyuan and tossed him into the chair opposite him, utterly helpless. "I already told you, you'll know soon enough... Why don't you believe me?"
Ai Changyuan muttered, "Fine, I can't beat you now—but you said you'll soon be exploring the outskirts of the Immortal Heavens. Watch the time! Don't come back only to find yourself left behind by us."
"Enough, enough..." Su Junyu stuffed a jar of wine into Ai Changyuan's hands. "Stop talking about all this nonsense. Wang Qi is going to blaze a trail into the unknown universe for our human race—this is a good thing! A heaven-shakingly good thing! At a time like this, we ought to drain a great cup! Bottoms up!"
Cups and goblets clinked in a lively exchange.
At that moment, Wang Qi felt something stir within him. He raised a hand and activated the built-in calculator.
It was the Myriad Immortal Illusion Realm.
A brand-new channel connected. In that instant, humanity expended all the Immortal Path bandwidth it could mobilize for this single matter.