Max level Divinity: Summon Eastern Gods at the start of the game

Feeling that one bottle wasn't enough, Su Ming simply threw in a whole case.

Moutai, Li Bai loved to drink.

Amidst cries of farewell to the sword immortal, Li Bai finally departed.

No one knows where Li Bai went after he left, but not long after, a sword aura swept across Chang'an City, and two lines of words appeared on the wall with Li Bai's personal poetry and sword.

It is the second half of "The Drunken Sword Immortal":

"Drinking the whole river in one gulp"

"Drink again and swallow the sun and moon"

"Can drink a thousand cups and still not get drunk"

"Only I Am the Drunken Sword Immortal"

Su Ming's body changed a while after Li Bai left.

This seems to be...

Cultivation?

Su Ming couldn't believe that Li Bai had instilled five hundred years of cultivation into him.

Five hundred years!

Five hundred years is a unit of measurement; it doesn't mean that one has actually cultivated for five hundred years.

Because everyone's cultivation efficiency is different, some spirits cultivate for five hundred years before gaining five hundred years of cultivation.

Some exceptionally talented individuals, like Li Bai, can cultivate for ten years or so and gain the cultivation of thousands of years.

So for Li Bai, those five hundred years of cultivation were nothing.

But for Su Ming, it can be summed up in one word: absolutely awesome!

Exchanging the Chaos Green Lotus for five hundred years of cultivation is a losing proposition no matter how you look at it.

However, from a practical standpoint, five hundred years of cultivation is simpler and more direct.

Not just anyone can infuse him with cultivation. Only those who are also Qi cultivators and follow the path of mortal cultivation can receive cultivation infusion.

Otherwise, if Bodhi Patriarch had simply breathed on him, he could have avoided decades of detours and become an immortal on the spot.

"It is said that mortals who cultivate for a thousand years can ascend to immortality and become immortals. With my five hundred years of cultivation, wouldn't I have become a half-immortal?"

Su Ming murmured to himself, eager to try, but with the whole world watching, he could only hold back for now.

Li Bai was right; possessing a treasure is a crime, and he should hide these things away.

With five hundred years of cultivation, the dragon energy of China, and the Golden Cudgel, defeating a minor god shouldn't be a problem, right?

Su Ming felt an unprecedented sense of comfort because of this.

In this age of gods, who can guarantee that gods can be trusted?

Only by becoming a god can one survive in the Ragnarok.

Su Ming will never forget his past life, when Western gods descended one after another, enslaving hundreds of millions of Chinese people. Some were even turned into human pigs by evil gods and fed on human blood and essence.

The world under divine intervention is chaotic, and humanity is like ants.

Even towards their own followers, the Western gods showed no mercy, and countless beautiful women became their playthings.

Su Ming was killed by a harpoon after saying "no" to Poseidon, the Sea King, in an attempt to save a girl he didn't know. His body was never recovered.

"Poseidon! What must be repaid will always be repaid."

.........

After a brief adjustment, Su Ming returned to the altar.

The Myth Arena is a spectacle watched by the world; the competition will not stop until the final victor is decided.

"Is the Insect Kingdom about to rise? Four consecutive wins, suddenly this competition feels incredibly challenging."

"Sigh, what should have been a 20-game winning streak ended with the Little Flower struggling for four more games."

"Could they be aiming to win twenty consecutive games and become legends?"

Westerners have a slight sense of crisis, but not many.

"It's Hera's turn next, right? They even lost to Hades in the last match, so they'll have to send Zeus to get revenge, won't they?"

In Hera's camp, the most popular choice is undoubtedly Lord Zeus.

Moreover, they are only three games away from final victory, so there's no need to hold back anymore; they should go all out.

Seeing their confidence, the flower grower couldn't help but wonder: "Their gods aren't random? They're specifically chosen? That's just too unfair!"

"If it's a straightforward fight, my Chinese ancestral gods will step in and take on Zeus and Odin without fear!"

Because of the appearance of Patriarch Bodhi, people came to know the concept of ancestral gods.

The Ancestral God is on the same level as the gods of the West.

It has many names, including Creator God, Supreme God, etc.

"Speaking of which, besides Bodhi Patriarch and Buddha Tathagata, what other ancestral god-level big shots are there in our China?"