Yang Mei drank one jug after another. Empty jugs covered the roof, strewn in every direction.
He shook the last jug in his hand, listened to the wine slosh inside, and chuckled.
"Finally had enough... Time to get to work."
He raised his head toward the depths of the chaotic void, a smug glint in his eyes.
"Shichen, Shichen. You're facing someone at the peak of the Chaos Realm, Ninth Heaven, while I'm going to face the Great Dao itself. Would you say I've finally beaten you at something?"
He laughed at himself and shook his head.
Lowering his gaze, he looked over the Lower Demon Gods sitting before the Time Temple, then at the Demon Gods in the square who still refused to leave. He gave a rueful smile.
"When the Demon Gods first emerged, every one of us was proud as could be. None would bow to another. Who would've thought you'd win them all over? Even me... Heh."
He fell silent for a moment, then chuckled again.
"But this is the Chaos World I wanted to see!"
Yang Mei raised his last jug toward the depths of the chaotic void. "A toast! To the Chaos Dao Court... may it endure forever!"
He tipped the jug back and drank until it was empty, then set it on the roof.
He stood, smoothed the creases in his robe, and vanished amid a ripple of space.
When he reappeared, he was in the Land of Great Dao Origin.
The Origin of the Great Dao permeated the place. A single wisp was enough to let a Primordial Golden Immortal break through an entire realm.
Yang Mei swept his gaze around before fixing it on the dormant Dao Pearl at the center.
"Great Dao, I have a favor to ask."
His voice