Large ships sail around the islands of the world's outer seas, nomadic tribes roam above the oceans, and high tower cities stand between heaven and earth. Roaring blood-silver engines, exquisit...
“No,” Mei Moke said. “Yulong is merely a messenger of Heaven! The will of Heaven has existed since the birth of the world and extends to the final future.”
He Lili pursed her lips, not trying to argue with Mei Moke about the doctrine, but said, "So, you are trying to transform yourselves into feathered dragons?"
“Only by becoming the incarnation of the Feathered Dragon can one get closer to the heavens and hear the voice of the heavens.” Mei Moke said with a slightly fanatical tone, “Yes, most people here want to become dragon people, but some are participants invited by us, and some are kidnapped by those people—such a sacred and great undertaking, yet we have to force others to participate.”
Li Ai asked, "The angel in the central hall attacked us as soon as it saw us. Why didn't it ask us to help it?"
Mei Moke laughed through his inhuman face, while continuing to suck the pale red liquid through the thin white tube: "Heh heh, he's dead. If he weren't dead, how could I have gotten his blood..."
"I feel it, I feel it, I'm getting closer and closer to the angels..."
"Ah, no, not angels. Angels are just a lower-level form of dragon people."
"I...I heard the voice of heaven, the sound of ocean waves...What a wonderful experience..."
Chen Jing looked at the pale red liquid that Mei Moke was sucking up with a thin tube and suspected that the blood might contain some kind of hallucinogenic ingredient.
"This is insane..." He Lili whispered.
“He’s gone mad and stupid, that’s the judgment of a professional spiritual practitioner.” Li Si said expressionlessly, holding the small bone hammer in his hand, seemingly hesitating whether to make a move.
It's alright to suddenly tell a lame joke... Chen Jing had a bit of a toothache, and just then, Mei Moke continued:
"Didn't you hear? Didn't you drink the holy blood?" Mei Moke retorted. "The purifying flames crawl within my body, and I can see the dancing flames when I close my eyes... Ah... that's the voice of heaven..." He revealed an intoxicated expression.
Chen Jing felt a chill run down his spine.
“The more I listened, the more something seemed off…” He Lili said, “but I still didn’t sense any malice.”
"Shall we go and check out the other rooms first?" Li Ai asked.
Everyone left the room in tacit agreement, and Dao Nan even closed the door behind him.
"It's a bit like the hallucinogenic effects of drugs," Li Si said.
"How about we change rooms?" Chen Jing suggested, looking at the people around him.