Within the Wine Formation, wine fumes soared into the sky.
Chen Wei tipped his head back and downed several jars of Immortal Brew in succession. The liquor rolled down his throat into his belly, transforming into spiritual power that rushed straight to his head. Even as a Golden Immortal, he felt terribly dizzy.
"This wine!"
"It really packs a punch!"
Chen Wei shook his head and hurriedly circulated his immortal power through his extraordinary meridians several times, forcing the excess wine fumes out through the crown of his head as white mist. Only then could his immortal body barely stand steady.
He at least knew to exercise restraint, but the Twenty-Eight Lunar Mansions who had charged ahead had already been wiped out to the last man.
Looking down, he saw drunken immortals sprawled every which way across the clouds.
Jiao Mujiao and Kang Jinlong lay spread-eagled on a cloud, their snores rumbling like muffled thunder from the Nine Heavens.
Zhu Bajie was in an even sorrier state, his round belly pointing skyward and an empty wine jar still cradled beside him. He slurred and cursed, "Don't brush me off! I'm Marshal Tianpeng, commander of the Heavenly River Navy! Not some coarse wild pig!"
Just look at him.
Even after becoming the Altar Cleanser Envoy, Bajie still brooded over his past transformation into a pig.
Wine brought out the truth. The exalted Altar Cleanser Envoy had shown his true colors, laying bare an immortal's lingering obsessions.
Kang Anyu took in all the immortals' drunken antics. Seeing Chen Wei stop, he stepped forward and cupped his fists. "Lord Chen, the Second Lord gave instructions long ago. Every last drop of Immortal Brew in this formation must be drunk before you may set so much as half a foot inside Guanjiangkou. Those are