Checking in for 100,000 Years Chapter 1203: Sword Immortal of Wine, Gu Changsheng?

"Bliss City!

Look quickly, it’s Bliss City!"

An elderly man shouted excitedly, leaping out of the crowd and ran towards the giant mirror.

"Bliss City really does exist..."

Following closely, another elderly man’s face lit up with an excited smile as he unknowingly moved forward.

"The Wishing Gate, Bliss City, every wish is granted, everyone can rejoice... Hahaha, let’s hurry, once we enter Bliss City, we can make a wish!"

Another elderly man burst into laughter.

"Hurry!"

"Let’s go!"

The cultivators grew excited, quickly rushing towards the giant mirror in the mist.

"Sister, let’s hurry over as well!"

Nangong Liuyun couldn’t contain his inner excitement and pulled Luo Li’s hand, rushing with the crowd.

Luo Li’s expression remained calm.

She felt no special emotions, and under Nangong Liuyun’s gentle tug, she went with the flow.

After all, she just considered this wish-making as a form of training.

At the back of the crowd.

"Master, this Spirit Abyss Ghost River is truly interesting..."

Standing beside Ye Yun, Mu Qing’s eyes were bright, she said thoughtfully with a smile.

"It’s nothing but flashy tricks..."

Ye Yun shook his head with a slight smile, his expression placid, as he walked in calmly.

The mirror was not a mirror, but an entrance.

Through the entrance, there stood a real city there.

However.

None of the cultivators present had noticed this yet.

The army of cultivators, like a long dragon, roared as they arrived by the mirror and realized the mirror was not a mirror.

Instead, it was a phantom transparent opening.

Inside the opening, mist enveloped; outside, the scenery was picturesque, hiding a world like a paradise.

Some couldn’t hold back their excitement and rushed right in.

Others were eager, and they all entered one after another.

Nangong Liuyun and Luo Li, swept along by the crowd, also entered the "mirror" world.

"Why is the Spiritual Energy in this place so dense?"

Once entering the mirror world, someone noticed the clue, took a deep, delighted breath, and couldn’t help but exclaim.

"It’s unbelievable..." Another cultivator looked around excitedly, muttering, "Spirit Abyss Ghost River, a realm of its own, could this be a place where gods reside?"

"Only gods could perform such grand feats, thus making Spirit Abyss Ghost River grant any wish..."

An elderly man smiled and sincerely agreed.

A burly old man at the front pointed to the distance and laughed heartily: "I say everyone, don’t get lost in your emotions, Bliss City is right ahead, let’s hurry into the city!"

Everyone shook off their emotional reflections and looked forward.

An ancient city stood not far ahead.

On a golden plaque, four characters glistened with brilliance, forged with iron brushes and silver hooks.

"Bliss City!"

A gray-clothed old man chuckled: "I only wish to live a few thousand more years, Bliss City, here I come!"

His figure flickered, rushing through the air.

"Hey!"

A powerful force acted on the gray-clothed old man, pressing him down from mid-air.

"There’s a restriction!"

The gray-clothed old man got up disheveled, muttering disgruntledly.

"Haha!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

"After all, this is a place where gods reside, having a no-fly restriction is normal, otherwise, allowing you to fly freely inside would be disrespectful to the gods, wouldn’t it?"

The burly old man chuckled, walking over.

"Haha, very true, let’s walk there instead..."

Others laughed as well.

Everyone laughed and joked, following the burly old man towards Bliss City.

The distance to the city was only a few miles, and even on foot, it wouldn’t take them long.

Ye Yun and Mu Qing walked leisurely at the back.

"Master, could Bliss City really be a place to make wishes?"

Mu Qing asked in confusion.

"It should be, the sixteen characters that appeared at the door have explained everything clearly..."

Ye Yun said with a smile.

Until now, Ye Yun hadn’t used his terrifying Divine Sense to uncover everything here.

Since entering the Spirit Abyss Ghost River, these flashy arrangements he encountered kept his interest piqued.

What on earth was this ghostly thing, having the leisure to create such grand designs?

The multitude of cultivators finally reached the gate of Bliss City.

At the city gate, stood two blood-robed people.

They should be from the Blood God Sect.

"Bliss City, every wish is granted, all your dreams will come true!"

One of the blood-robed people spoke slowly, without any expression.

"Haha, thanks a lot!"

The burly old man, in a good mood, politely clasped his hands, being the first to enter.

Everyone else followed one by one.

Bliss City, seemingly, was no different from other cities, the streets bustling, lined with all sorts of tall buildings and shops.

The streets were crowded and lively.

He had only taken a dozen steps.

The leading burly old man suddenly stopped, staring at a figure in front, blinking several times.

"Friend, what happened to you?"

Someone beside him asked.

"Could it be a mirage, why does that person look so familiar?"

The burly old man pointed with his hand.

Everyone followed the direction of his finger.

Ahead was an elderly man with a sword on his back, leaning against a wall, holding a wine gourd, lazily basking in the sun.

"Gu Changsheng, the Wine Sword Immortal?!"

In the crowd, suddenly an elderly man cried out in surprise.

At this moment, he too seemed to recognize the elderly man with the sword on his back.

"Correct, I feel the same way—Isn’t this the Wine Sword Immortal Gu Changsheng, who was invincible in the Red Sky Dynasty eighty thousand years ago?"

The burly old man said with amazement.

"The Wine Sword Immortal Gu Changsheng from eighty thousand years ago?"

The cultivators exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock.

Most of the people present had lived for a long time, so they naturally knew of Gu Changsheng.

No one expected that a figure from eighty thousand years ago, who was supposed to be long dead, was still alive in Bliss City?

"I understand now..."

The burly old man got excited, his face flushed as he waved his arms and said: "Could it be... Bliss City can make one immortal?"

"Immortality?"

Upon hearing these four words, the multitude of elders instantly had their eyes sparkle, overwhelmed with excitement.

These people had little time left, and entering the Spirit Abyss Ghost River was initially just to extend their lives a little, never expecting immortality.

After all, immortality is simply a fictitious concept.

No one can achieve immortality.

Yet the scene before them shattered their understanding.

The Wine Sword Immortal Gu Changsheng from eighty thousand years ago was still alive, this news was incredibly astounding.

How did he manage it?

"Oh, a group of juniors has arrived!"

Gu Changsheng, basking in the sun, suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at the dense crowd, and cracked his mouth open, laughing dryly.

Then he lifted the wine gourd and drank it up.

"Damn, there’s no wine left..."

Gu Changsheng drank a few gulps, suddenly realizing the wine gourd was empty, causing him some disappointment. He waved his big hand, and the wine gourd fell to the ground.

Thump!

The wine gourd hit the ground, creating ripples that vanished instantly.

"Wine, come!"

Gu Changsheng made a grasping motion, and in the air, a ripple appeared, and a wine gourd was grabbed out again.