That wine burp was very, very soft.
As soft as a breeze brushing through the murmuring pines in the mountains.
Yet in that moment, with the whole world silent enough to hear a pin drop, it was no less than a thunderclap.
A thunderclap that exploded in the hearts of countless living beings.
It left everyone scorched outside and tender within, stunned utterly senseless.
Numb.
Completely numb.
The cultivators who had fled hundreds of thousands of miles away gaped with rounded eyes, their expressions frozen on their faces as though someone had cast an immobilization spell on them.
Some froze in midair, still poised in flight.
Some had opened their mouths wide enough to fit a flat peach inside and forgotten to close them.
Some dropped the magical treasures in their hands with a clatter, utterly oblivious.
Others rubbed their eyes hard, then rubbed them again, and again, wondering whether the shock waves just now had damaged their primordial spirits and left them hallucinating.
No.
Nothing had changed.
That figure was still the same figure.
Crooked and swaying, hazy with drunkenness, the Wine God Gourd cradled in his arms and the empty Wine Gourd hanging at his waist.
Even his posture had not changed.
He had not budged an inch.
He stood firm as a mountain.
Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi's strike, imbued with the full cultivation of his lifetime and the might of the Supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, had landed on that figure like a clay ox sinking into the sea, stirring not the slightest wave.
No.
Even a clay ox sinking into the sea could not describe it.
A clay ox sinking into the sea would at least stir a ring of ripples.
Yet when Gu Changqing took that strike, there had not even been