Qinglong only felt that the Heavenly-Dragon before him had become quiet again, and his breathing had also become steady.

His slightly furrowed brow also flattened at this moment.

“In whose dream did you get so angry?” Qinglong grinned. “Could he actually hurt you?”

Heavenly-Dragon naturally couldn’t answer Qinglong’s question. He just sat quietly on the throne, leaning to the side with his cheek resting on his hand, eternally sleeping.

Just like he had for these past few decades.

Seeing him like this, Qinglong’s expression moved slightly.

“What ‘Original Object,’ ‘Crafted Object,’ ‘Dissociation’…” Qinglong smiled bitterly. “Heavenly-Dragon, you’re the one who forced yourself into this situation… waking up once every ten days… then using all your strength before falling asleep again. This is all your own doing—who else can you blame?”

After speaking, he stood up, left the side of the throne, and came before the large tree at the bottom of the steps, looking up at it.

“I told you long ago… what is the most important thing in a world? Is it these three ‘immortal arts’ you chose?” Qinglong shook his head. “You truly are the worthy ‘Enter Dream’—you’ve spent your whole life loving to dream… Look at these three ‘immortal arts’ you chose. You prepared from the very beginning to create a perfect world, but the result was plunging yourself into endless fatigue.”

Qinglong stared at the red fruit on the tree and said, “You claim you can create everything in the world… but this fruit grew on its own… it wasn’t affected by your ‘immortal arts’ at all. So do you understand…? The most important thing in this world isn’t the ‘world’ at all—it’s ‘people.’ Where there are people… infinite possibilities can be born.”

After speaking, he turned around again and stared at Heavenly-Dragon’s sleeping face, saying, “Facts have proven to you countless times… ‘creating worlds’ cannot control everything. Only ‘immortal arts’ that can control ‘people’ like ‘Divine Hearing,’ ‘Silence,’ and ‘Soul Capture’ will work. Only by toying with human hearts can you obtain what you want… It’s just that we both seem to be in contact with a ‘monster.'”

Heavenly-Dragon’s silence drifted throughout the room.

Qinglong’s expression gradually darkened. “Do you remember the last time you used your ‘immortal arts’ to produce that foul-smelling apple that carried the scent of the ‘Peach Blossom Spring’…? You told me to throw it away, but I took it upon myself to bring it to Heavenly-Snake. I selected an ‘ant’ with ‘Metamorphosis,’ and guess what I turned it into…? Just an apple… Guess what happened to it in the end?”

Heavenly-Dragon’s quietness transmitted outward.

“Guess what a person transformed from an ‘apple’… should be called?” Qinglong asked again with an expectant expression. “How wonderful is this idea of mine?!”

Perhaps in the entire “Peach Blossom Spring,” only Heavenly-Dragon could have an equal conversation with Qinglong, but Qinglong couldn’t get this opportunity.

He could only talk to himself.

“What a wonderful idea this is… but I have no one to share it with…” Qinglong said with his head lowered and trembling. “Since this place already has the powerful interference of ‘Endless Life,’ we can casually add a person into it. As long as this person believes they are a ‘Participant’… she will join the ‘Endless Life’ army without any reason. Once this idea can be realized… what need do you have for ‘Endless Life’? We could clearly turn everything in the world into people…”

“Heavenly-Dragon… we were both wrong. If only we could have understood from the beginning that ‘immortal arts’ would be linked to our own strength… how wonderful it would have been to choose ‘Metamorphosis’? We could freely transform everything, including people. No…”

Qinglong shook his head again. “If we could really know everything in advance… how wonderful it would have been if we remained two independent people… Why did it have to come to this step today…”

…

A fat, elderly middle-aged Earth-Monkey stood in the corridor of the “Train,” reaching into his pocket to pull out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

But when he felt around in his pocket, he didn’t find a lighter.

At that moment, an empty hand reached over and suspended itself in front of him. Then the fingers moved slightly, and a lighter appeared out of thin air, lighting up a flame.

The person who came was a Man-Monkey.

“Damn…” Earth-Monkey cursed. “If you’re passing fire, just pass fire—what are you showing off for? Kid, you should use less of your magic tricks on the ‘Train.’ If one day someone thinks it’s an ‘Echo,’ you’ll be dead.”

After cursing, he leaned forward and used the flame to light the cigarette in his mouth.

“Teacher, you jest.” Man-Monkey said. “Many people here know I’m a magician—how would they give me trouble over this lighter?”

He raised the lighter and gave it to Earth-Monkey.

Earth-Monkey accepted it without courtesy and stuffed it into his shirt pocket, then kept craning his neck to look toward the other end of the corridor.

Man-Monkey knew that at the end there was the “train head” area where Heavenly-Dragon resided, and beyond Heavenly-Dragon, there were many “Heaven-levels.”

“Teacher…” Man-Monkey called out. “From so far away… what are you looking at?”

“Damn…” Earth-Monkey exhaled a puff of smoke and said again, “Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask—what’s it got to do with you, kid?”

“Fine, I won’t ask.” Man-Monkey nodded very tactfully. “I just wanted to ask if you want to go back and eat something?”

“Alright… let’s go.” Earth-Monkey looked once more toward the depths of the corridor, and his expression gradually became hesitant.

He had a very bold idea in his heart that he wanted to discuss with someone, but this person must also be able to sense “immortal arts.”

Whether it was “Divine Hearing,” “Divine Smell,” or “Divine Touch,” any would do… Unfortunately, people with “immortal arts” on the “Train” were already extremely rare, let alone these scarce “immortal arts.”

“Man-Monkey…” Earth-Monkey turned his head and called out.

“What is it, Teacher?”

“Have you seen outside… any ‘Participants’ who can discern other people’s ‘immortal arts’?”

Hearing this question, Man-Monkey paused for half a second, then smiled naturally. “What kind of ability is that? It sounds so mystical. Would anyone’s ‘immortal art’ be used to discern other people’s ‘immortal arts’?”

“Forget it… even if I told you, you wouldn’t understand…” Earth-Monkey said while holding his cigarette and scratching his fat face. “How very strange…”

“What’s wrong, Teacher?” Man-Monkey said. “Although I don’t understand, if something’s bothering you, you can tell me. Maybe I can help?”

Although Man-Monkey answered casually, his face was already full of caution.

“Ha.” Earth-Monkey revealed a contemptuous look with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I suspect… these so-called ‘Divine Sense’ abilities all lose their power on the ‘Train.’ How truly strange.”

“What…?”