Yes, it was sheer ecstasy.
Wuzhiqi stood rooted to the spot. In those eyes that perceived all things, seemingly able to see through both past and future, bewilderment flashed and vanished, replaced by irrepressible excitement and ecstasy.
His breathing became desperately rapid.
His entire primordial spirit trembled violently, as though something that had slumbered for endless ages had suddenly awakened.
The Interception Sect!
The Wine Sword Immortal!
Gu Changqing!
Any one of those three names alone was enough to make the Primordial World Heaven and Earth shudder three times over.
And when they all belonged to the same person, everyone knew exactly what that meant.
Although Wuzhiqi had not been in the world for long, and although he had always secluded himself deep within the Huai River and seldom ventured out, he understood heaven's mysteries, could foresee fortune and calamity, and knew how to seek good fortune and avoid disaster.
Though he had not witnessed the earth-shaking events that had taken place between the Primordial World Heaven and Earth himself, he had sensed them long ago.
That Wine Sword Immortal had stormed two Sage Dojos in a single day: Kunlun and Vulture Peak.
He had taken Sage Yuanshi's full-powered blow without suffering a scratch, without even turning his head.
It was also the man before him who had toyed with Saint Jieyin by claiming to have "an affinity with the Buddha," winning his trust before unleashing the Great Firmament Technique and forcibly uprooting thirty to forty percent of the Buddhist School's spirit veins, enraging Jieyin so much that he spat blood on the spot.
Afterward, using the two great spirit veins as his foundation, the Nine Great Spirit Springs as his catalyst, and the Great Dao of Wine as his soul, he had brewed a gourd of peerless Immortal Brew