Vast and boundless though the Primordial World was.
The news that Gu Changqing had taken Wuzhiqi as his disciple seemed to sprout wings, spreading swiftly throughout Primordial World Heaven and Earth and causing an immense sensation.
Along both banks of the Huai River, the river's Water Tribe members who had witnessed that day's events turned the experience into something to boast about, telling everyone they met, their tales so extravagant that flowers seemed to rain from the heavens as spittle flew.
Some vividly described the might of Gu Changqing's palm strike: how a single blow had shattered Wuzhiqi's overwhelming assault, how effortlessly he had done it, as calm as drifting clouds in a gentle breeze.
Others animatedly recounted the scene of Wuzhiqi kneeling to acknowledge his master: how unhesitating he had been, how reverent and apprehensive, how his entire body had trembled with excitement.
Still others embellished Gu Changqing's remark, "Which disciple was this again?" describing how it had made people clutch their bellies with laughter, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
The cultivators discussed it endlessly. Their initial envy and jealousy gradually gave way to admiration for Gu Changqing's discerning eye and boundless speculation about Wuzhiqi's future.
Everyone knew that, given time, Wuzhiqi would surely become a being whose might shook the universe.
Because he was the Wine Sword Immortal's disciple.
Or rather, none of the Wine Sword Immortal's disciples were mediocre.
Take Ji Ren, Ao Cunxin, and the others-which of them had not risen unstoppably after becoming the Wine Sword Immortal's disciple, their might shaking the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths?!
Wuzhiqi would be no exception.
Meanwhile.
Beneath the Nine Netherworlds, in the Underworld.
Along the Wangchuan River, Othershore Flowers bloomed and withered, withered and bloomed, as red as blood and breathtakingly beautiful.
The aroma of Meng