Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

Before dusk had faded, the streetlights on both sides of Dongming Street were already on, casting dim shadows on the concrete pavement.

If you look closely, you'll find that the light and shadows projected onto the ground are clearly bottles of wine from all over the world. As the light and shadows sway, the wine inside the bottles also sways, making it look particularly charming.

Although the street retains the style of the old era, it is still somewhat unique and imbued with the characteristics that belong to Tiangongxing.

Under the influence of the atmospheric circulation system, a gentle breeze blew across Tiangong Star at dusk.

A gentle breeze swept through the mountains and forests, carrying a damp yet orderly scent to the city, bringing a touch of desolation to the dappled sunlight on the streets.

The mountains and forests on Tiangong Star are all man-made. Every tree in the mountains and forests grows in an orderly manner, which makes people feel a bit depressed for no reason.

The same is true of the green belts in the city; from a distance, you can't see any unevenness.

At the end of the long street, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

The wind between heaven and earth lifted the hem of his clothes, and also stirred the swaying light and shadow.

The blue robes fluttered in the wind, intertwining with the light and shadow.

The simple robes, bearing the unique features of an ancient era and the aura of time, seem out of place with the chaotic light and shadow.

It's as if someone from the past has forcibly entered an era that doesn't belong to them.

However, if one can set aside the initial preconceived notions and look closely, one will find that the combination of this blue robe and the person who came is so striking that one cannot look away.

Stepping on the dappled light and shadow on the ground, Mu An finally stopped in front of a tavern.

"Creak—"

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, accompanied by the sound of the door scraping against the ground, a line of large, disjointed characters with a post-apocalyptic feel came into Mu An's view.

"The Tavern of the End"

Despite its extremely arrogant name, the interior of this tavern is not particularly special.

Apart from a few dim kerosene lamps and scattered abandoned decorations, it looked no different from an ordinary tavern.

If there's anything different about it, it's probably that a starry sky map is carved on a floating panel in the center of the tavern.

The interplay of light and shadow conveys a sense of impending doom.

Walking through the dark corridor, listening to the classical music echoing in the tavern, Mu An couldn't help but recall things from a long, long time ago.

Once upon a time, before he came to the Nine Realms, during the most leisurely period of his life, he had also enjoyed drinking and chatting with others in a similar environment.

The difference was that at that time, Mu An was just an ordinary person. Alcohol could numb his brain and make him temporarily forget everything, immersing him in the joy of indulging with his friends.

Now, he has long forgotten what it feels like to be drunk...

"You've arrived?"

After climbing the last step, the bartender at the bar looked up at Mu An, a strange fighting spirit flashing in his eyes.

"I am coming."

"sit."

The bartender's hands moved like a blur, taking hundreds of different drinks off the counter in the blink of an eye.

One by one, bottles of liquor with completely different styles were opened by the bartender and poured into a glass bucket of about three liters.

As he poured the drinks, the bartender slammed his hand on the table, making the glass bucket on it shake.

"Five Elements Dao Lord! Just you wait! Today I will surely get you drunk."

Mu An smiled noncommittally and replied in agreement with the "chuunibyou" youth in front of him.

"The Lord of the End, I shall wait and see."

"Didn't you say my wine was tasteless? This time I've specially prepared forty-nine kinds of strong liquor: Luochuan, Guangying, Xiling, Mingguang, Tianhe... the forty-nine most famous strong liquors in the entire Tiangong world, I've added them all for you this time!"

The bartender's loud shouting disrupted the original atmosphere of the bar, and the customers who were enjoying their drinks turned their attention to the bar counter because of the noise.

They looked at each other and raised their glasses in the distance.

In this small tavern, everyone has their own code name, and each one exudes a certain aura.

At this moment, there were exactly eleven people in the booth.

Each person has their own booth and a glass of fine wine, the most famous spirit in the world of crafts.

They remained silent, communicating only with their eyes and the wine glasses in their hands, behaving mysteriously.

Each dimly lit booth is like a separate space, separating them from one another, or like a personal comfort zone, making people reluctant to leave.

Only the two people at the bar kept chatting, talking about everything under the sun, from the origin of the universe to the trivialities of life.

The topics change every moment; one second they're talking about the birth and death of black holes, and the next second they're discussing yesterday's dinner.

Amidst this casual conversation, a bucket of liquor, entirely black and containing an unknown number of seasonings, was freshly produced.

It's worth mentioning that although hundreds of kinds of alcoholic beverages and thousands of kinds of seasonings have been added, the drinks in front of you are not unattractive. On the contrary, they have a unique appeal that makes people unconsciously draw their attention to them.

If you stare at the drinks for too long, you might even conjure up images of the end of the world and the falling of stars.

Seeing the barrel of wine, Mu An didn't stand on ceremony at all. He picked up a wine glass and poured himself two glasses of wine.

"Fellow Daoist of the End, let us drink together!"

"Cheers!"

"Ptooey!!! This tastes awful!!!" This was the bartender behind the bar. The moment the drink went down his throat, he spat it out, then grabbed a small bottle of silvery liquid and drank it down in one gulp.

"Good wine! Strong enough! Delicious enough!" This was Mu An. The moment the wine entered his throat, a look of intoxication appeared on Mu An's face.

For hundreds of years, since becoming an immortal, this was the first time he had tasted wine and felt a slight buzz.

Same drinks, completely different answers.

Inside and outside the bar, watching each other's reactions, the two burst out laughing at the same time.

"Fellow Daoist Zhongyan, your alcohol tolerance isn't very good."

"Getting old, getting old, a new generation replaces the old."

Looking at Mu An sitting at the bar, the young-looking bartender made a self-deprecating remark and then smiled at Mu An.

"Take it if you like it. It's not easy to meet someone who understands wine."

In the old days, customers always liked to drink with their friends. I would sit behind the bar and watch them get completely drunk.

They always say that a thousand cups of wine are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend, but unfortunately, I have never seen anyone actually drink a thousand cups.

More often than not, after no more than three drinks, he would collapse on the table and fall into a deep sleep.

As he spoke, a hint of vicissitude appeared on the bartender's young face, and his clear black and white pupils held the weight of years gone by.

Perhaps because he genuinely liked the drink, Mu An didn't stand on ceremony with the bartender and grabbed the gourd from his pocket to pour the liquor from the glass bucket into the bottle.