Indeed!
Everything that had happened before was not yet the end.
Under the gazes of countless disciples.
At a certain moment, the high heavens suddenly shuddered.
It was as though a Heavenly Hand had forcibly torn apart the void of space-time.
Immediately afterward, a somewhat illusory figure slowly emerged.
At first, everyone was bewildered, unable to understand what was happening.
But the next moment, they saw that figure walking through the void with a swaying, staggering gait.
In an instant, realization dawned on them all.
Gu Changqing!
No!
To be precise, it was an incarnation of Gu Changqing's Dao rhythm-or rather, a tangible manifestation of the Great Dao of Wine and the divine essence of the Sword Dao.
The figure leaned and swayed, reeking of wine, his eyes hazy with drunkenness. He cradled a phantom Wine Gourd in his arms, while an empty Wine Gourd hung at his waist.
He was the spitting image of Gu Changqing himself.
Yet at this moment, this figure's aura was even more... boundless than Gu Changqing's own.
It was an aura that transcended cultivation, transcended realms, transcended all reason.
As though this figure himself was the source of the Sword Dao, the root of the Great Dao of Wine, the embodiment of every law, order, and Dao rhythm between heaven and earth connected to "swords" and "wine."
Then...
That figure moved.
He began to... dance.
It was neither a solemn, grand sacrificial dance nor a profound, unfathomable dance of the Great Dao.
Instead, it was a... drunken dance.
Leaning, swaying, lurching this way and that, without any method at all.
Yet this utterly unstructured drunken dance caused every Dao rhythm between heaven and earth to pulse along with his movements.
Boom...
An incomparably vast, incomparably sacred aura suddenly erupted from Golden Ao Island.
So