The guy whose ID was "Old Mountain Hero Zhao Zilong" felt his mind being pulled into a strange vortex by invisible hooks and chains after he put on that odd helmet.
It was just like falling from a great height. Instinctive panic seized him, but then he saw a vast sea of stars flash before his eyes. He could vaguely make out clusters of purple-red lights pulsing among the stars, alluring yet tinged with danger.
It was as if they were warning everyone else to stay away.
Before Zhao Zilong could get a closer look, a tremendous force of attraction came from below, dragging his mind into a world within the sea of stars. It felt just like actually jumping off a building. Then, at the moment he cried out, he opened his eyes.
Before him was a deck compartment with a distinctly futuristic style, much like the interior of an aircraft carrier or warship.
There were plenty of indicator lights and all sorts of mechanical devices, but the floor beneath his feet was perfectly steady. It didn't feel at all like they were sailing across the sea. Puzzled, Old Zhao turned to glance out the porthole beside him, where he saw clouds and the rainbow-colored light refracted by the sun in the distance.
By his estimation, that was a sight you could only see at an altitude of at least fourteen thousand meters.
So he was aboard a ship flying high in the sky?
Holy crap!
This technology was insane!
"Greetings, warrior from another world."
Murphy's warm voice brought Old Zhao back to reality.
Only then did he notice the exceptionally handsome, tall man standing in front of him. He wore an ostentatious yet rather stylish blood-red robe, and his exaggeratedly beautiful face looked like something straight out of