In ancient times, there was a divine brew named Sansheng Liquor.
Sanshengjiu, as the name suggests, is the wine of Sansheng.
Sweet and sour, sour and bitter.
The three flavors are just human obsessions.
And I am the one who makes wine.
Bacchus, wine god.
Although I make wine, I never drink alcohol.
I am originally heartless and desireless, but I don't know that I, stained by the world of mortals, actually have a faint concern.
I am a spirit transformed in wine, so I should not have such happiness. I am a god to begin with, so I don't need to overcome calamities and overcome difficulties. However, I have a desire to live in the world.
The wine is still clear, but the wine of three lives is truly desolate.
I understand that my disaster has come.
I am the god of wine, the god of wine, the only god of wine in the three realms who can become a god at once.
However, I don't know whether I will still be the same me after the tribulation, that unintentional god.
I hope so.
I hope not.