Gu Changqing's dazzling sword light shot skyward from outside Vulture Peak, pierced the Nine Heavens, and vanished into the boundless horizon in an instant.
In its wake, the sword light left a white streak across the sky that lingered for a long time, as though the heavens had been torn open, or as though it were the Wine Sword Immortal's final mark upon this world.
Arrogant!
Overbearing!
He considered himself above all others!
Yet after he left, the deathly silence outside Vulture Peak persisted.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
Time seemed to have frozen. Everyone remained trapped in that world-shaking scene, unable to pull themselves free.
What had they seen?
They had seen a Hunyuan Limitless Daluo Golden Immortal toyed with in public, his spirit vein extracted in public, his Four Supreme Divine Powers shattered by a single sword strike in public, and finally driven to cough up blood in fury, yet all he could do was watch the other man swagger away.
And the man who had swaggered away had looked like a drunkard from beginning to end.
He had staggered and swayed, reeking of wine, never once even straightening his back.
Yet against a man in that state, the lord of the Buddhist School, Amitabha, the Hunyuan Limitless Daluo Golden Immortal Jieyin, had been utterly helpless.
A long time passed.
A very, very long time.
At last, someone came back to his senses.
It was a white-haired old cultivator, a man of considerable cultivation and experience who had survived from the Dragon-Han Tribulation to the present day. He had always believed there was no storm or towering wave he had not weathered.
Yet now, this worldly old cultivator stood with his mouth agape and his eyes wide, his expression complicated beyond measure.
He drew a deep breath,