Within that Chaos Secret Realm.
Ever since Gu Changqing had broken into the Secret Realm and matched wits with Lord Taisu, a crookedly slouching figure had joined this space that had lain silent since time immemorial.
At that moment.
Deep within the Secret Realm, two figures sat facing each other.
One old, one young; one still, one restless.
Lord Taisu sat cross-legged upon the void, with no fluctuations of aura around him and no manifestations appearing.
He looked like an utterly ordinary old man, unchanged through the ages, one with this Secret Realm.
Opposite him, Gu Changqing sat slouched, cradling the Wine God Gourd, his face flushed and his eyes hazy with drink.
His posture was hardly dignified. One leg was folded while the other stretched out carelessly, and his body leaned to one side, as though he might topple over and fall asleep at any moment.
Yet it was precisely this devil-may-care appearance that Lord Taisu found unbearable to look at.
No, it was not merely unbearable.
The sight of him was infuriating.
A dignified member of the five pre-heavenly ultimates, cornered at his own doorstep by a wine-reeking junior, forced to teach the Dao, forced to compromise, forced to surrender half his control over the Secret Realm...
Every time Lord Taisu thought of this, his heart, dormant for endless ages, felt as though an invisible hand had clenched it viciously, leaving him so aggrieved he could scarcely breathe.
But aggrieved or not, he had ultimately accepted it.
Because he had no choice.
He could not beat him, drive him away, trap him, or escape.
With Gu Changqing sitting before him, it was as though a sword lay across his neck.
He could only teach.
Ever since Lord Taisu had begun teaching the Dao, wondrous manifestations had filled the