"Done."
Gu Changqing uttered those two words lightly, as though speaking of something utterly insignificant.
Yet at that moment, the whole of Golden Ao Island was trembling faintly.
No, it was not trembling. It was resonating.
The origin of Golden Ao Island was resonating with the immortal brew that had just finished brewing inside the Wine God Gourd.
Outside the cave abode, although the wondrous manifestations filling the sky had gradually faded, the lingering Dao rhythm remained so dense it would not disperse. Like a thin veil, it shrouded the sky above Golden Ao Island, refracting dazzling, seven-colored light of breathtaking beauty.
The Jie Sect disciples seated in meditation were now waking from their states of Dao comprehension, one after another.
Some opened their eyes reluctantly, their gazes full of regret, wishing they could have continued contemplating for just a little longer.
Some had surging auras, clearly having reaped enormous gains, and could not hide the delight on their faces.
Others sat blankly on the ground, still savoring the ultimate truths of the Great Dao they had touched for that fleeting instant, unable to collect themselves for a long time.
But soon, everyone's gaze converged in the same direction.
Gu Changqing's cave abode.
The wine's fragrance drifted out of the cave abode. At first, it was merely a faint, elusive wisp, but in the blink of an eye, it became an intensely rich, mellow aroma that spread across all of Golden Ao Island.
Words could not describe how mellow, how rich, how profound that fragrance was.
It was neither the fruity or grainy scent of mortal wine nor the herbal or floral fragrance of immortal vintages.
It was a kind of... fragrance of the Great Dao.
It was as though that vessel held not wine, but the most fundamental, purest