The Tavern That Connects All Worlds: I Rewrite the Investiture of the Gods with My Brewing

My name is Chen Jiu. I opened a tavern outside Kunlun Ruins, selling spirit wine and listening to the gossip of immortals and mortals.

The primordial calamity is about to begin. Nuwa is recruiting attendants, Yuanshi is arranging the Investiture of the Gods, and the board of heaven and earth has already been set.

I refuse to be a chess piece. I only want to tend my wine and watch the winds of change pass my door.

But a System suddenly bound itself to my mind, forcing me to help the Heavenly Dao carry out its plans in exchange for immortality and divine powers.

It says that following Heaven brings eternal life, while defying it brings a lightning strike.

I refuse to take sides. With a single jar of Three Lives' Drunkenness, I draw out the lingering thoughts in the souls of those caught up in the calamity.

A mountain god reveals his true form when drunk, a soldier's obsession refuses to fade, and a Qi Refiner loses himself in the Great Dao. It turns out the Investiture of the Gods is not fate, but a prison.

By chance, I obtain a golden finger that can gather the power of wishes, awaken lingering souls, and change people's destinies.

While everyone else is busy becoming gods and sages, I use wine to enlighten countless souls still filled with regret.

Jiang Ziya stays three months longer, Nezha cries, "I want to be my own lotus," and Yang Jian smashes his Heavenly Eye.

The System warns that I have angered the Heavenly Dao. Thunderclouds loom overhead, and Laozi arrives riding an ox.

I splash wine to break through the tribulation, and one sentence astonishes the Three Pure Ones: The Investiture of the Gods should not be

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