The car drove out of the street, out of this autonomous region, and onto the wide road.
Holding the wine, Jiang Yang's face changed drastically at this moment, as if he had seen something terrifying, revealing a shock comparable to the previous divine spirit.
Only in this bottle of clear, transparent liquid, countless herbs and ants floated, yet it gave him a sharp déjà vu, as if countless martial spirits had forged their spiritual essence into a bottle of wine...
Inside, there were infinite fiery wills, the beliefs of life!
The wine bottle held the blend of jade, the blooming of flowers, the endless light, the joys and sorrows...
The spirit and essence of a civilization seemed to be brewing within!
In the glass wine bottle, it was as if there was a sacred and dignified Martial Dao glass hall, with countless martial spirits singing in high spirits!
"This... this is not wine!"
Jiang Yang couldn't help but exclaim, almost frightened enough to spill the wine.
"Brother?"
The little girl exclaimed, "Could this be poison? Is there something wicked in the wine?"
"Not poison, but this wine is not wine." Jiang Yang instantly felt incredibly bizarre, unable to find a single adjective.
She looked at the wine, vaguely sensing a thickness and peculiarity, giving a pure and vast illusion, yet truly unable to discern anything.
"You naturally cannot discern anything."
"Only a Grandmaster with spirit and keen sensitivity can perceive the spirit and soul of life and can even barely see the soul points that drift around those who have died."
"Thus, the spirit and soul of life, the folk tales of mysterious deities and spirits from ancient times, are mostly exaggerated stories about us Grandmasters traveling the martial world, dueling, and being misunderstood."
Jiang Yang laughed lowly, "Have you ever seen the stone tablet behind our Miao Clan Ancestral Hall?"
"How could I not have seen it?"
The little girl sat in the car, fiddling carefully with the gun in her hand, "That tablet is said to be carved by our ancestor using his finger, containing a powerful spirit and essence that is incredibly sharp. Many of our young descendants have comprehended much of the fist intent on the tablet."
Despite answering this way, the little girl still didn't understand the marvel of the wine.
Jiang Yang laughed again, "Have you seen the legendary Blood Cyan Sword from the martial world?"
"The sword is in our family treasure pavilion."
The little girl said emotionally, "It was forged three hundred years ago by a martial Master Craftsman from the northwest, who was incredibly obsessed with the sword, forging it for three days and nights, even pouring his spirit and essence into it, before leaping into the roaring flame furnace to forge the divine sword with his body, leaving the spirit and essence of a Grandmaster in the sword... Even now, holding the sword imparts occasional enlightenment, and it's considered a treasure."
"This wine is such a treasure too!!"
Jiang Yang suddenly burst into hearty laughter, saying, "This wine is like that tablet, and like that sword... It's like countless Grandmasters collectively brewing the wine, infusing their intent into it! Integrating their integrity! Spirit! Belief!"
The little girl was stupefied.
"This... this, is simply unbelievable."
His gaze was filled with wonder, like a collector encountering a worldly treasure, his palm constantly rubbing, speaking softly, "Integrating a single will is already difficult, yet having so many martial spirits infuse their spirit into the wine without clashing is simply inconceivable."
"How do these wills uniquely exist in the wine without conflict?"
"This is a worldly treasure, surpassing that tablet and sword, worthy of being called... the Hundred Schools' Martial Wine!"
Upon hearing Jiang Yang's praises, the other two then understood the terror within.
Infusing a single spirit and essence is already rare.
Infusing countless martial spirits is simply unbelievable, using the term masterful design is not excessive.
"Then we should not drink this wine; let's keep it as a family heirloom." The little girl said joyfully.
"No."
Jiang Yang observed carefully again, revealing a trace of regret with a bitter smile, "This is wine, it is meant to be consumed. Although unknown how it was integrated, it is apparent that each spirit and essence is gradually dissipating, like the souls of the deceased gradually fading..."
"This wine, seven to eight days after brewing, the spirits and essences are at their peak, fully merging with the wine forming the Hundred Schools' intent, making drinking it optimal... The longer it sits, the more the will dissipates, turning it into ordinary medicinal wine."
This wine is truly a worldly treasure.
Unknown how it was crafted, using unknown means by countless martial masters to individually inject martial intent into the wine, achieving perfect integration.
Hahaha hahaha!
As the car drove farther, Jiang Yang suddenly laughed, louder and more boisterous, like a tiger roaring in the forest, stirring countless wilderness, startling many birds, and scaring away many beasts.
"I finally understand the predecessor's intent."
He was extremely joyful, slowly turned, and bowed, saying:
"This unnamed martial predecessor painstakingly did this, knowing my path ahead is fraught with danger, nine deaths one life, thus breaking my martial spirit before gifting me this Hundred Schools' Wine, allowing me to re-gather, breaking and then standing up."
In a trance, he saw the imposing figure full of emperor spirit and will, gaze forever high, slowly looking down at him.
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"The world is truly mysterious beyond compare."
Jiaxia looked to the sky full of hope, sitting on the throne, filled with emotion.
"I fought against that mysterious figure, yet it's not satisfying."
"If we could duel face-to-face once, I would surely suppress him with one hand, teaching him that there are always others stronger."
He felt a bit lost and empty inside, the world seemed too narrow and insignificant to him, undefeated in the world, there was nothing worth looking forward to, "The outside world is truly splendid... When can I truly break through this world and see the magnificent scene outside in the vast sky and earth."
"God has fallen!"
Below Olympic Mountain, the people on the ground sang sad songs.
To them, pharaohs were unattainably divine spirits, today witnessing the divine battle, two of the most magnificent divine spirits fell, forming a huge impact on them.
Vaguely, something took root in their hearts.
As ants at the slave bottom level, a few slaves secretly recorded a new stone tablet in their house, "Gods are incredibly powerful, but gods will die..."
Pharaohs decree that history cannot be recorded by mortals.
Doing so is undoubtedly a serious crime.
"But... for hope."
A few weak centaur ants secretly hid the stone tablet inside, knowing that they cannot rebel this lifetime, leaving hope for the next era's new life, ignorant and unaware.
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Fu Qingjun peeked through the door slit, looking at the sausage-lipped girl in front of him.
"Brother Fu, Brother Fu, you're really practicing a skill, your voice has reverted to childhood?" The little trumpet exclaimed.
"This is our little secret, don't tell others." Fu Qingjun said.
He didn't want to say "I love you," making it a little secret between the two, but it's said that this person is a big trumpet, spreading the word fearfully around the world.
"Don't worry, the little trumpet's mouth is the tightest." She nodded like a little chick pecking rice.
"I practice the Eight Desolates and Six Harmonies, Only I Am Supreme Skill, and every few years, I revert to childhood, don't tell outsiders." Fu Qingjun said, "I need to go into seclusion, don't disturb me."
"Okay." The little trumpet upon hearing it's an incredibly powerful martial art, even reverting to childhood? Immediately her mouth opened wide.