Xia Yunchong was struck dumb as Long Chen took out jug after jug of wine marked with special symbols.

Each wine made by the Wine God Palace’s disciples represented their life and experience. They each contained a different realm and comprehension, and every aspect of their taste was filled with profundities. Therefore, drinking them was not simply drinking wine; this was a way of communicating with the Heavenly Daos.

Now, there were dozens of small wine jugs placed before Xia Yunchong and Long Chen. The two of them carefully savored them and began to discuss the insights within the wine. Xia Yunchong was incredibly excited. Sampling and comprehending another person’s life from the viewpoint of a spectator allowed him to get closer to the Heavenly Daos.

“Pfft! What wine is this?! How can it be so hot and fiery?!”

When he tasted the final wine, Xia Yunchong almost spat it out. He hastily covered his mouth, filled with shock.

The wine was like lava pouring down his throat. A terrifying energy spread through him, making him feel like he was about to ignite.

“Savor it properly,” chortled Long Chen. Back then, he had also been like this, almost...