No one knew how much time had passed.
Within the Reincarnation Sacred Hall, the terrifying aura that could crush eternity had finally subsided.
Yet the entire Underworld did not return to peace.
The wheel of the Six Paths of Reincarnation trembled incessantly, giving off a humming roar, as though enduring some indescribable lingering power.
Deep within the Eighteen Layers of Hell, countless imprisoned evil ghosts and wronged souls shuddered, letting out utterly terrified wails. It was a trembling that arose from the deepest recesses of their souls.
Towering waves of blood surged across the Netherworld Blood Sea, refusing to settle for a long time.
Only after a long while.
Did Gu Changqing emerge from that profound and mysterious state of Dao comprehension.
He still looked as drunk as ever, but the aura around him had returned entirely to unassuming calm, without a trace of its earlier world-destroying might.
"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on attaining such a supreme divine ability."
Houtu's voice rang out, carrying a hint of heartfelt wonder and admiration.
She did not know what earth-shattering art Gu Changqing had just comprehended.
But she could clearly sense that this power contained something so terrifying that even she, an Earth Dao Sage, felt her heart quail.
It was a power of... ending.
"It was only... a drunken dream."
Gu Changqing replied hazily and waved a casual hand, as though he cared nothing for it.
His manner left Houtu momentarily dazed.
Had she not witnessed it herself, who could have believed that this seemingly harmless drunk had just stirred waves capable of shaking the entire Primordial World?
"Heh... hic..."
"I've troubled you long enough, fellow Daoist. It's time I took my leave."
Gu Changqing cupped his hands slightly in a semblance of a bow.
Houtu came to her senses and nodded.
She