Chapter 836: The Wine Goddess

In recent days, a huge uproar had stirred the outside world, a massive storm sweeping across the entire Great Wilderness. All forces were shaken, and even the ancient clans emerged.

First, the Great Wilderness opened, and external cultivators entered. Of course, the cultivators of the Great Wilderness had grown accustomed to this; since they were all human, there was generally not much conflict.

Once the human experts from outside arrived in the Great Wilderness, they mostly focused on cultivation, because the essence of heaven and earth here was rich. When the time came, the external humans would be automatically teleported out.

Of course, some could hide by using great arrays to conceal their aura. However, in this state, they could not leave. Once the Great Wilderness closed, any hidden expert who appeared would be directly killed by a shockwave, as if under a curse.

The Great Wilderness opened only once every few thousand years. Only those old monsters would endure bitter cultivation for millennia; ordinary people could not hold out for so many years.

The news brought by the external humans shook the entire Great Wilderness: heaven and earth were beginning to re-evolve, and great supernatural cultivators could attain divinity and prove the Dao! This storm was extremely terrifying.

The cultivation world had not produced a great supernatural cultivator for countless ages, because the supreme will of the myriad realms had hindered them. Although the Supreme was rumored to have fallen, his will had never dissipated.

Now that heaven and earth were re-evolving, it signified that the prosperous era of the cultivation world was coming. Various strong practitioners predicted that with the re-evolution, the curse of the Great Wilderness would likely disappear, and the experts within could roam beyond the domain.

Even so, the situation for the major sects of the Great Wilderness was not good. External experts frequently descended here, and many powerful figures arrived, with some even establishing dojos in the region.

The essence of heaven and earth here was rich, suitable for cultivation. Patriarch-level figures of various races were preparing to break through here!

News had already spread of human clans being wiped out. The races within the Great Wilderness occupied sacred mountains and had begun to act against large human families. Their methods were extremely brutal—either direct suppression or annihilation.

This matter swept through, and the high-ranking humans of the Great Wilderness were all enraged. Their generation were natives of the Great Wilderness, and their ancestors had experienced the war of ten thousand races, naturally knowing that unbearable history.

In the beginning, the human race was nothing but fish and meat for all other races, bullied and humiliated by them. Only later did extraordinary talents gradually emerge, roaring at the sun, moon, and stars, causing ten thousand stars to fall. The heroes of humanity fought against all races, bit by bit establishing the foundation of the human race.

That period was extremely long. After the great destruction of heaven and earth, it took humanity several hundred thousand years to finally have a great cultivator to protect them, gaining a small foothold among the myriad races.

During this time, all races in the Great Wilderness recorded in their scriptures a dark era of turmoil. Gradually, the human race began to produce supremes who suppressed other races. It was an age of contending paths, a battlefield of supremes, terrifying beyond measure. Only in the late Desolate Antiquity did humanity gradually expel the myriad races and occupy the Tianyang Continent.

The flames of war spread. Later, the demon race emerged, and humanity began to decline. The last human supreme suppressed the demons and then vanished, until today, when heaven and earth are once again repeating the cycle!

This generation, many feel something unusual. This might be the most prosperous era in the cultivation world, or perhaps it is the time when heaven and earth are about to break apart and enter the next age.

The great human sects are all discussing this. Until now, a fragment of the Lost Divine Realm map has appeared, seized by a mysterious strongman, triggering a massive storm!

What is the Lost Divine Realm? Some say it is a burial ground for great cultivators, others say it is a cemetery for supremes. There are many legends, but none are weak, for it is a place of countless treasures but also countless dangers.

With the emergence of a fragment of the core area map, the entire Great Wilderness was shaken. All major sects sent out their hidden disciples, preparing to fight for the map fragment, to carve a path forward in the Lost Divine Realm and rise in this great age.

In a very bustling tavern, the noise of discussion reached the heavens, all about the matter of the Lost Divine Realm map fragment.

The owner of this item was sitting on the second floor drinking. Yang Tian was rarely at ease, squinting his eyes like an ordinary mortal, enjoying the impact of the alcohol.

Aha... Little Bai's face was flushed red. This little fellow, only seven or eight years old, stood on a stool, drinking all kinds of aged wines, his appearance drawing many people's attention.

Good heavens, this little runt has already drunk quite a lot. These are all the tavern's aged wines. Can he handle it?

Who knows? This kid's capacity is astonishing. Can he rival the Wine Goddess?

Hearing the Wine Goddess, many secretly licked their lips, but some still shouted: "How is that possible? The Wine Goddess can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, without using any cultivation at all. Who can match that?"

"In any case, there will be fewer and fewer of our kind in the future." A few old fossils sighed with emotion. The elderly loved to drink old wine, but now such people were becoming rarer. When their blood surged, any alcohol's effect would dissolve into nothing.

"Wine Goddess? How ridiculous! I'd like to see her for myself!" Suddenly, a disdainful voice rang through the entire venue.

As the voice fell, many people's faces turned unpleasant. The Wine Goddess not only knew how to drink but also brewed excellent wine. Most importantly, she was stunningly beautiful, a woman of peerless grace.

The people inside the tavern shifted their gazes to the door. Two young cultivators stood there, with human faces and serpent bodies, their auras cold and sinister, somewhat terrifying.

"Good heavens, where did these monsters come from?"

"Exactly, human-faced serpent bodies—could they be the legendary outsiders?"

Yang Tian's gaze also fell on them. He rubbed his nose. He had seen this clan at Wuzhuang Temple; they were considered a relatively powerful clan from beyond the domain.

As murmurs arose, the human-faced serpent youth flew into a rage, clenching his fists and shouting, "You despicable humans dare insult our great Cold Serpent Clan? Have you grown tired of living?"

At these words, the men of the Great Wilderness were enraged. Here, humans had always been supreme. When had outsiders ever been so arrogant, insulting their race?

Hmph! He snorted coldly, his icy aura intensifying. The leader suddenly reached out and grabbed at one of those who had mocked him, clearly intending to kill him, acting with utter recklessness.

In their eyes, humans were nothing. Their Cold Serpent Clan had already wiped out a small sect; these people were only fit to be slaves.

But they overlooked one thing: countless races had surged into this place. For a mere Cold Serpent Clan, even if a single great human sect emerged, it would scare them to death.

"Repeat what you just said!" He was full of coldness, like a block of ice, and barked.

The man he had grabbed was a burly fellow who looked honest but had a strong sense of pride. He roared, "What damn Cold Serpent Clan? I said it, so what?"

"How dare you!" The Cold Serpent Clan expert was furious. His hand suddenly exerted force, intending to crush the man's throat.

A nameless rage swept through the tavern. Many were angered, even those who usually had conflicts with the burly man. This was a racial fury—when you experience it firsthand, you understand such anger.

The burly man would not yield; he struggled wildly. Seeing him thrash about, the Cold Serpent youth's smile grew colder, feeling his authority severely challenged.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, a voice like pearls falling on a jade plate rang out. It was a woman in purple, her temperament somewhat fiery, but her face gave a sense of tranquility and peace.

Seeing someone about to kill a guest in her establishment, her brows furrowed, and her big eyes blazed with fire.

"It's the Wine Goddess." As the woman arrived, everyone in the tavern turned their gazes to her.

Hearing someone rebuke him, the Cold Serpent youth's face darkened. But when his eyes fell on the woman, his expression instantly turned refined, and a burning desire flashed in his gaze.

"Not bad, not bad. This face is worthy of being my female slave." He stroked his chin, his lecherous eyes blazing, and spoke directly, as if the Wine Goddess was already his possession.

What? Female slave! The whole place erupted. All eyes blazed with fury. The Wine Goddess was their goddess, and this outsider dared to be so arrogant.

"You..." The purple-clad woman's chest heaved violently, her delicate body trembling. She bit her red lip, too angry to speak.

"Bastard!" Sensing the surrounding gazes, the Cold Serpent youth suddenly extended his large hand. A mass of black clouds surged out, pressing down overwhelmingly, intending to suppress everyone here.

A terrifying aura enveloped them. Someone cried out on the spot, trembling all over, legs shaking, feeling that this person was extremely fearsome.

Yang Tian's brows twitched. Little White snorted as he finished a large jar of wine. Seeing the troublemaker, the little guy's face tightened, looking as if he wanted to drag him over and give him a good beating.