The hazy radiance dissipated from He Ao's vision. At last, he could clearly see the "scene" before him.
A massive factory building, roaring machinery, and figures standing before the machines, their eyes hollow and lifeless as they endlessly "worked."
"Don't you understand yet?"
A hoarse, aged voice came from nearby. "You're already dead. This is a place only the dead can enter. Your body has become a 'sacrifice,' while your soul has come here."
He Ao turned his gaze and saw an old man speaking with a middle-aged man sitting on the ground.
"You're lying!"
The middle-aged man angrily rose to his feet. He stared at the old man and reached for his collar, but the old man stepped back, leaving him clutching empty air. "I'm not dead! I entered the divine kingdom and gained eternal life!!!"
The old man looked at him calmly, then sighed. "When you underwent the ritual, didn't you feel pain? Didn't you feel your body melting away?"
"Priest told me this was all normal, that this was the pain one had to endure to shed the flesh of the old world."
The middle-aged man's eyes widened, his face flushing red as he glared furiously at the old man. "What do you know! I'm not dead! I'm not dead!"
This time, the old man said nothing more. He merely shook his head, sighed, and turned away.
"You liars! You're all liars! You must be demons sent to deceive me!"
The middle-aged man glanced at the figures diligently working around him, then charged over. Looking at the display on one of the operating machines, he raised his fist and rushed forward. "These things must be tools the devil is using to deceive me too!"
Throughout the entire process, no one stopped him. Other than the old man