All Sages and Men of Virtue of Ancient Times Are Forgotten, Only the Drinkers Leave Their Names

The East Sea!

In the cognition and impression of all living beings, it had long since become a place of utter silence.

In the past, although the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans had once dominated the heaven and earth.

Yet a Dragon-Han Tribulation had caused the three clans to suffer severe damage to their vital Qi, utterly declining and falling into destitution.

The Dragon Race lineage was precisely sealed within the regions of the Four Seas, unable to emerge into the world.

Even after the decline of the Dragon Race, some races that originally likewise inhabited the seas had instead begun to display ambitions of dominating the Four Seas.

It could be said that the territory of the Four Seas had long since lost its former deterrence.

However, at this moment, Gu Changqing looked at the surface of the East Sea, yet revealed a thoughtful expression.

"Hehe... Ugh... Within the Dragon Race, will there be any interesting harvests?"

He muttered to himself.

And then, he immediately stood up.

Holding the wine gourd in his hand, he staggered out of the cave abode, seemingly intending to head toward the depths of the East Sea.

As he walked on Golden Ao Island.

At this time, the scene of the Interception Sect could likewise be described as astonishing to the world.

He saw that over a hundred thousand disciples at this moment all had flushed faces and soaring wine qi.

Some disciples with low cultivation bases stumbled three steps for every one they took, or even had long since thoroughly gotten drunk and collapsed on the ground, sleeping soundly.

Of course, there was also no lack of some disciples whose drunkenness had gone to their heads, making their fighting intent surging.

Therefore, spar matches began directly upon Golden Ao Island.

It truly was