"Did he believe it?"
A strange, layered voice rang out, sounding both male and female, young and old, as though hundreds of millions spoke at once.
Then came a demonic Buddhist chant, plaintive and mournful, its sacred cadence tinged with something savage and twisted: "He certainly believed it."
Within Flame Dragon's sea of consciousness, a wisp of black qi and a stream of red qi wound ceaselessly around his Pure Yang True Spirit.
The black qi drifted like gossamer, there and not there. The red qi resembled blood, flowing like a spring.
As the two currents circled him, Flame Dragon's Pure Yang Fate Soul and True Spirit remained oblivious to every change around him. Threads of black qi coiled closer, and waves of blood-red qi washed over him. Without a sound, his senses and perceptions had been twisted.
He was speaking excitedly, apparently to Azure Dragon: "Wujue asked me to ask you whether you want to leave Great Lingyin Temple. He seems to have a way, but I can't shake the feeling he's plotting something. If you flee Great Lingyin Temple rashly, brother, it won't end well."
"I think you should lie low in Great Lingyin Temple for a while. If Wujue wasn't lying to me, the Buddhist Calamity is almost here. When it comes, we can secretly contact East Heaven and trade them news of Great Lingyin Temple's movements and the calamity's progress for our return to the East Sea and South Sea."
"We came from Shanhe World, after all. However much East Heaven hates us, given their standing now, they won't hunt us to the bitter end. Besides, we can help them seize the Buddhist Calamity's fortune."
"East Heaven's word is more dependable than anyone else's..."
That was what Flame Dragon thought he was saying. What actually came