Sect Master Tongtian's mind thundered.
At last, he began to understand what Gu Changqing intended to do.
He was using that single drop of wine, which condensed the myriad Daos of heaven and earth, to detonate the origin of his own Great Dao.
Then he would use the Chaos Bead, a supreme treasure capable of concealing heavenly secrets and forming a realm unto itself, as the vessel.
He was going to...
The instant that mad notion surfaced, even Sect Master Tongtian, with his Sage's state of mind, felt dizzy, almost unable to stand.
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
That was simply not something any living being could accomplish!
Or, more precisely, since the founding of the Primordial World, quadrillions of living beings had cultivated, yet none had ever performed such a world-shaking feat.
Even beings at the level of a Sage had never attempted it.
Could it be... that today, through this drunkard disciple of mine, I would truly witness it?
As Tongtian thought this, his eyes filled with shock and awe.
While thoughts surged through Tongtian's mind, the spectacle above the Nine Heavens continued to batter his understanding.
High in the sky.
Gu Changqing looked utterly drunk.
He swayed unsteadily, his robes snapping in the wind, his black hair dancing wildly.
Standing beneath the Chaos Bead, he pressed two fingers together as a sword and swept them freely across the sky, as though casually scribbling.
His movements showed not the slightest semblance of method.
At times, they were swift as thunder, slashing through the sky.
At times, they were slow as a tortoise, stilling the void.
Every movement exuded a thoroughly unrestrained drunkenness.
Anyone unaware of the truth would surely have assumed Gu Changqing was merely acting on a whim after drinking himself senseless.
Yet countless disciples of the Interception Sect