Great Wild Wine Sword Immortal

Three hundred years ago, I was the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty and the Qinglian Sword Immortal. I drank with Li Bai and saw all the flowers in Chang'an. Three hundred years later, a young storyteller in a blue shirt, carrying an old wine flask that he could never finish drinking from, humming a nonsense tune that no one could understand, walked into this rolling world of mortals. When people in the world cultivate immortality, they cultivate immortality and conquer the heavens. But he is different. What he cultivates is the spring and autumn in his eyes, and what he drinks is the mountains and rivers of time. Whether it is the peerless swordsman who once ruled for eternity with one sword, the nine-tailed fox that once charmed all living beings, or the ancient gods who sit high in the clouds and regard all things as stupid dogs... In the end, it will turn into the most pungent aroma of wine in his wine bottle. "Waiter, serve the wine. I want that pot of strong wine called 'Tiandao Collapse'."