Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1801: Chapter 488: Mist Sea, Dao Cultivator

This guy really is always so unexpected.

The Evil Lord swaggered down the cliff, telling the terrified Yin Devil Mother that he needed to step out for a while and figure out what’s going on.

The Yin Devil Mother had no idea that the Evil Lord was indeed the Evil Lord; in her eyes, he was the strongest Yin Devil responsible for battle, and his mind seemed to be sharper than the average Yin Devil.

The Evil Lord rightfully roped in a cattle Yin Devil to lead the way and left the Yin Devil Nest.

...

Yu Ziqing was still drifting in that misty fog, more and more dream-like illusions appearing, he could tell they were all illusions, as he encountered nothing that truly existed.

But when he wanted to turn back to see the cliff he encountered earlier, the wind he rode seemed to disobey him, leaving him dizzy and losing his sense of direction.

He continued drifting on the wind, passing through increasingly elusive illusions in the fog, and when the feeling of spinning returned, he reached out and grabbed onto something.

When his consciousness rushed back into his body and he awakened, he realized there was something in his grasp.

It was a wisp of deep black mist, overall illusory, yet caught in Yu Ziqing’s hand.

He felt a surge of extremely intense emotional power from this wisp of mist.

As he awakened, this power seemed to be slipping away, gradually dissipating.

He absorbed it into his body, letting this wisp of power rest in his left kidney, stopping the dissipation.

Yu Ziqing glanced at the Moon God, who was still deep in slumber from the drunken stupor.

He brewed some tea to sober up, pondering the recent experience.

He calculated with his fingers, thinking only a short time had passed, yet half a month had already gone by.

Yu Ziqing glanced again at the Moon God, with a trace of disdain in his eyes, mocking her poor alcohol tolerance.

Yu Ziqing brought over the drunken life and dream death wine jar, using his own power to condense another jar from it, separating some out.

This was more than enough for the Moon God’s imposter wine addict to drink for a long time.

Thinking again, Yu Ziqing brought out several more wine jars, creating a blend, as the original brew was too strong.

Mixing various spiritual wines, he added sweet rain and spiritual liquid, concocting a jar.

The flavors might vary upon tasting separately.

Another half month passed before the deeply sleeping Moon God in the pavilion slowly awakened.

She sat up, looking blankly at Yu Ziqing across from her, who had brewed tea and poured her a cup, which she naturally drank in one go.

After three cups of hot tea, a focus finally returned to the Moon God’s somewhat dazed eyes.

"So this is what being drunk feels like..."

She seemed addicted, wanting to try another cup, but Yu Ziqing quickly stopped her.

"You better ease off, the original brew is too strong, you can’t handle it.

I’ve mixed a slightly weaker one for you, give it a try."

Yu Ziqing handed her a jar diluted by a hundred times of drunken life and dream death, while he drank tea on the side, the Moon God gradually became slightly tipsy but managed to hold on.

"When you got drunk, how did you feel?

Did you feel your consciousness drift away to another place?"

"When I was drunk, it felt like sleeping, but not quite sleeping.

It feels great, all thoughts vanish, almost like... dreaming?

Yeah, it was a dream, I had a dream.

Dreamt I was flying for a long time, flew to the real world, drinking there.

With food to eat."

"That’s it?"

"That’s all, nothing else."

Yu Ziqing was slightly disappointed, thinking the Moon God might have also experienced her consciousness drifting off like his into that misty realm.

Yet, he had a thought and continued asking.

"Where did you dream of drinking?"

"A small tavern by the street, couldn’t quite understand what they were saying, but their wine was very distinctive, smelled of a pleasant floral scent."

The Moon God’s eyes held a hint of nostalgia, pointing with her hand as the surrounding light gathered, transforming to display a scene of a tavern ahead.

Yu Ziqing could still recognize a wine jar with a red paper mark on it reading "osmanthus wine."

Judging by the handwriting, it was obviously not from Dadui, and looking at the staff in thin short sleeves, it couldn’t be Dazhen.

Either Dali or Daqian.

The tavern was so desolate, the shopkeeper looked worried, more likely Daqian. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Yu Ziqing was quite thoughtful, thankful he asked another question.

Since the Moon God had never been to the real world, she must have drunk the drunken life and dream death wine, which led her consciousness to fly away to the real world.

Otherwise, she couldn’t have recalled so vividly and directly transformed into such an impressive place.

In other words, drunken life and dream death wine indeed lets one’s consciousness drift, just that the direction of the drift is unpredictable.

The wine addict drifting to a real-world tavern made sense.

But the question remains: why did he drift twice to that misty dreamlike realm?

Yu Ziqing felt slightly puzzled.

He envied the Moon God for her simple thoughts and pure desires, allowing her clarity.

His mind was too complex, making it difficult even for himself to understand.

"This original brew is too strong for you, so I won’t leave much for you.

I’ll leave a little, and when you occasionally want to get drunk, drink a cup.

Here I’ve mixed up thirty types, the strongest one has been diluted a hundredfold, or you wouldn’t be able to handle it.