se Gongzi Yan, Wang Xu, Yan Ni, and those Heavenly Realm Saint Kings in the Temple I'll release you and the cultivators from Kunlun. Let everyone take a step back. What do you say"Zhang Ruochin swept...Yuyuan Xuan, well-deserved its name. Stepping inside, the courtyard is spacious and decorated with various colored jade stones.

Or, it is a sacred jade, a divine jade.

These jade stones, having not been carved by skilled artisans, are all the more appealing in their natural beauty.

The best craftsmanship is simplicity.

As Zhang Ruochin walked through this courtyard, he couldn't help but sigh. No wonder the two guardian Saint Kings said that this manor only receives divine beings.

Indeed, there is confidence in receiving the spirits.

This Yuyuan Pavilion is covered in divine patterns and Taoist seals. If one doesn't know the correct route, a Saint Realm cultivator coming here would be no different than entering a death trap.

The water in the artificial lake was shimmering, with waves rippling across its surface and a hazy mist hanging in the air.

On the surface of the water, strange and exotic flowers and grasses floated.

In the center of the lake, there is a fairy island named Lingdao, which is one hundred meters high.

The lakeside was a grove of holy purple bamboo, swaying in the wind and showering down purple light.

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Zhang Ruochin strode onto the stone bridge over the artificial lake. The bridge was arched, its highest point twenty meters above the water surface. Just as he reached the top of the bridge, a voice rang out from the opposite shore: "You can stop here!"

Zhang Ruochen stopped his steps and looked towards an ancient pavilion by the lake in the distance.

In the pavilion, curtains sway, a broad-shouldered figure in blue robes fades in and out as he drinks alone.

"How did you find your way here" the man in the pavilion asked.

Zhang Ruochin said, "At that time, Shijing, Qingxuan, Ailianjun, Liucheng, and Wu Ma Jiuxing, five divine beings were in that starfield. To be able to deceive them, kill Mengsheng, and take away the skull ring, it must have been done by a great god of the Stone Clan. And it must have been a very powerful Great God."

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"Right, Great God of Wilderness"

"Rustle!"

A sudden gust of wind stirred the surface of the lake, completely blowing open the curtains in the pavilion.

Zhang Ruochin said, “Why are you so certain”

The azure figure finally couldn't help himself, turned his head, and glanced at him.

He could see Zhang Ruichen.

It's a pity, Zhang Ruochin couldn't see his appearance clearly, he could only see a blurry outline.

He seemed to have had quite a bit to drink, his speech slurred with intoxication. He shook his head and said: "No wonder you dared to come here. It seems your lifespan is coming to an end, you're already a dying man."

Zhang Ruchen said: "Actually, even if I were still young and had many years left to live, I would still come. I wouldn't be scared away by the two words 'Desolate Heaven'."

"Oh! Is that so"

The azure figure seemingly finally took an interest in him, setting down the wine cauldron.

Zhang Ruchen said, “Because I am truly curious. A revered deity of the desolate heavens, you dare to admit severing the Heavenly Connecting Godwood of Kunlun and killing your own master, Yuanxu Ancient Buddha. Yet, why would you kill an ordinary man, seize a ring, but fear others knowing”

The azure figure in the pavilion has completely stilled.

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A green figure waved its arms, and a bronze wine vessel in the pavilion flew up and crashed towards Zhang Ruochin on the stone bridge.

Zhang Ruchen grasped the wine cauldron, but he didn't sense any divine power erupting from it.

The

wine pot

was about a foot high, but surprisingly heavy.

It doesn't look like it holds wine, but rather a mountain.

Over the years, Zhang Ruochin and the drunkard had shared countless jars of earthly wine. But upon sniffing the bronze cauldron, he knew this was a true divine liquor. His aged, numb body, fueled by this wisp of aroma, felt as if it were ablaze.

"This is some strong liquor." Zhang Ruochin said.

A cyan figure spoke, "This liquor is like poison! This wine is called Between Life and Death. Do you think it can kill you"

Maybe!

Zhang Ruochin lay his head on the stone bridge, lifted the wine cauldron, and poured it straight into his mouth, regardless of whether he would drink himself to death.

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He drank an unknown amount, Zhang Ruochin only felt that within his body, there seemed to be a raging fire burning. There was no feeling of comfort at all, only the extreme pain, piercing to the bone marrow.

Zhang Ruochin held the wine cauldron, raising his head to look at the sky. He was already a bit drunk, and the sky seemed to hang the figure of Chi Yao. With a raised hand, he could almost touch it.

In this life, there are countless moments that are difficult to make choices and decisions.

A blue figure said, "You're crying!"

"It's because the alcohol is too strong." Zhang Ruichen said.

A bluish figure said: “Since you’ve drunk this wine, I shall answer your question. You must be curious why I am drinking alone here like an old man, wouldn’t you”

"Drinking alone is not about numbing oneself, but rather when one is alone, they can quiet down and think. Only then can they find their way out of confusion. Wine can intoxicate people, it can be deadly, but for me, it's a constant reminder that I am not a stone, I am alive."

You should understand that people are always swayed by emotions, becoming confused and troubled. Then, they use reason to break free from confusion and gain clarity. Every time you feel lost, it's a period of reflection. Every time you emerge from confusion, you become stronger. I hope you have more opportunities to grow stronger!

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Deep in the pavilion, a figure clad in green rose to their feet and said, "If it were anyone else, I wouldn't feel the need to explain myself so much."his musculature clearly defined, his gaze fixed on the flickering candlelight within the glass enclosure.>Hands that held the comb, they are the most beautiful hands in the world. Fingers slender and...