I wonder if Cang Qiong has some trump cards he doesn't want to reveal.

But in short...

Zuya gained the approval of the heavens.

Clang!

The glasses clink!

Under the cover of night, the fearless warrior clinked glasses with Zuya and opened a keg of beer to celebrate.

The brave and fearless of today are no longer the little kids who drank juice back then.

Seven years have passed.

If we consider physical age, she is 25 years old.

As for the ages of the others...

Well, even though it's just simple addition and subtraction, it's better not to do the calculations.

Moreover, calculating the physical age is indeed not very meaningful.

The gods of the Fifth Era all had very long lifespans; upon reaching the level of a pseudo-god, their lifespan was already considered infinite.

Even if they lived from the age of gods to the present day, they would not show any signs of aging.

As for whether there is a limit to lifespan...

Perhaps.

However, before the end of its lifespan, it will eventually reach zero.

Therefore, discussions about lifespan are often not conducted under normal circumstances.

Some beings, like Ehkator, can rapidly accelerate the passage of time, causing people to die of old age, while others, like the Yin spirits such as Rat Thief, can strip people of their lifespan and cause them to die.

Only then will they start to think about what the other person's lifespan limit might be.

Tonight's celebration is to celebrate Zuya's victory.

Well, even though Zuya didn't actually win.

However, everyone in the Godslayer Guild shares a common desire: to defeat the heavens.

Even if I lose this time.

Zuya survived, meaning that one out of the five people achieved their goal.

They "won" against the president!

Victory! A hard-won victory! Of course, it's worth celebrating!

That night.

Brave Warrior and Zuya got completely drunk.

This liquor is quite strong...

[90% Drunken Spirit] content.

Leng Qingying also drank some.

Actually, it's been a long time since we've all gathered together in the guild territory in such a relaxed way.

After each person plays their respective role in the penalty area.

Everyone has their own things to do every day.

Bai Lu, in particular, is the busiest at research.

Evenings are often used for friendly competition.

To engage in technical exchanges, or to discuss principles and insights into laws.

Even the bravest and fearless will occasionally offer unique insights into the laws of nature.

He was, after all, a powerful being at the level of a god of strength, no longer like a clueless newbie who knew nothing.

In the illusory realm, other false gods would have to bow down to the fearless hero and address him as "senior."

"President."

Cang Qiong was also holding a bottle of the Fifth Era's "Drunken God" craft beer.

Leng Qingying leaned against the railing beside Cang Qiong.

The scenery inside the guild is beautiful; Yun Qing specially hired a master architect to design the guild's setting.

The stronghold of the Godslayer Guild can actually be considered one of the most beautiful scenic spots on earth.

Looking east from the highest pavilion on Xiyang Mountain, one can see the rising sun amidst the mountains, while looking west, one can see a perfect moon reflected in the sea.

The current guild stronghold.

Its area is comparable to that of a real universe.

The sea is truly as vast as a starry sea.

The mountains are also a continuous range of distant mountains with overlapping peaks.

Even within the territory, a complete ecosystem has formed, and life thrives and multiplies there.

It is indeed a good place.

If Zero can't find this place, then hiding here for the rest of his life and not going out to fight might not be a bad choice.

"If I hadn't given you my talent back then."

"Will you still ask me to travel with you?" Leng Qingying swirled the wine in her glass.

She came to see Cang Qiong this time.

She had changed into a formal dress, revealing her smooth, white back, and she had tied her hair up, as if she had come to see Cang Qiong to attend a banquet.

"Without your talent, I might not be who I am today."

"Or perhaps, there will never be this lifetime."

"What's done is done, there are no 'what ifs'."

Cang Qiong was about to say something more, but a finger pressed against his lips.

Leng Qingying had already turned around like a ghost, getting close to Cang Qiong, close enough that she could smell her breath, which carried the fragrance and mellowness of fruit wine.

"President, I don't want to hear you spouting platitudes."

"I just want to hear you tell me, if."

Leng Qingying raised her eyes and looked intently at the sky.

Cang Qiong took a deep breath.

He sighed again and said, "Xiao Leng, why don't you dare to see me in your true form?"

Leng Qingying's eyes lowered: "Because, she doesn't..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Leng Qingying's expression changed again.

Leng Qingying took two steps back, moving further away from the sky.

"I'm just curious, if it were you, what kind of answer would you give?"

"President Cang Qiong".

Cang Qiong simply took a calm sip of wine.

Leng Qingying had already disappeared from sight, as if she had never been there at all.

Cang Qiong didn't say a word, even though Leng Qingying seemed to know something.

You can never hide fire with paper.

"If it were him..."

"There shouldn't be any difference."

Cang Qiong shook the wine bottle and then tossed it into the mountains.

They let the monkeys in the mountains steal the wine.

No one remembers how they woke up.

Xiu Mi rubbed his eyes.

He let out a short burp.

All I remember is that last night, I stayed up very late with the Brave and the others.

Then, the memory was interrupted.

Just how terrifying is this "Drunken God's Brew"? Is the wine produced by the legendary god of wine really that powerful...?

Even a false god with divine power would be completely drunk and lose consciousness.

Before, drinking alcohol felt like drinking a beverage.

I heard that this wine was brought back by the brave and fearless one from Kenu, as a "reward" for his milestone achievement.

It's quite an achievement to receive a commendation from that perpetually angry guy; a true hero's courage is hard to come by.

only……

I never expected the liquor I got from Kenu would be so strong.

After waking up briefly, Xiu Mi suddenly sat up from the ground!

"Wait, what's today, meow!"

Beside Xiu Mi, Leng Qingying's figure appeared faintly.

She replied in a cold tone, tinged with anger and resentment, "It's already July 20th. You've slept for a full twelve days."

"Did you sleep well enough?"

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Actually, as this book has been written, a very complex problem has emerged.

Is Cang Qiong really Lu Cang?

(I wrote this chapter on April 21st, and I've been maintaining a writing efficiency of 10,000 words per day since then.)

(Now I'm also starting to think about the characters' emotions. When people face life and death, before the end of the world, will their emotions remain unchanged?)