In the end, Yin Le decided to ignore it and went offline with the excuse that she had something to deal with.
Under such circumstances, Jiang Yuanzhen and Wu Kui couldn't be counted on. Meng Chong had tried to integrate the two arguments, but to no avail. Thus, he didn't want to waste his efforts and let them argue on their own.
He only stared at the live broadcast on the beach, waiting for a suitable opportunity to bring this bunch of disappointing things over …
Meng Chong sighed silently.
At this moment, he looked at the chaotic Formatting Domain on the beach, at the Format Fire that burned from time to time, and at the Stupid Sand that was becoming more and more like a living creature. His thoughts gradually drifted away.
It must be said that he had been a witness to Luo Nan's Format of Fire before the others had arrived at Zeolite Beach.
But how should he put it? At the time, that special flame had lit up with the Deep Blue Walker as a medium. Meng Chong had even believed that it was a substitute method. But the various abilities that Luo Nan displayed afterwards gave him an impact that ultimately exceeded the upper limits of what his normal thinking could endure.
Not to mention what happened on the beach, that person also had the identity of "Mr. Mo." The power he displayed in Ban City was clearly the highest quality of the Bloodflame Order.
Why?
Talent and genius were no longer enough to explain it. Then …
"Ah Chong, you also have to say a few words. Don't let these people act too presumptuously!" Jiang Yuanzhen, who couldn't stand the chaotic situation, came over to his side. Her words were tough, but in fact, she just wanted a moment of peace.
Meng Chong forced a smile as a response.
Jiang Yuanzhen sighed again and chuckled softly, "I'm old. It's fine if my legs aren't as nimble as before, but my brain can't keep up either. In the future, we still have to run faster. May the will of the Blood Flame protect us … "
The voice suddenly stopped, and the old man was lost in thought.
At this time, Meng Chong should have said a few words of comfort, but when the words came to his mouth, he said,
"It's the same."
Both of them fell silent again.
In this chaotic debate, the two higher-ups of the Bloodflame Order couldn't see that it wasn't just their own powerlessness. Instead, it was the awkward situation of their Order's cultivation theories and doctrines being unable to explain or even settle in front of a truly majestic opponent.
The core problem was:
Should he use the Order's Bloodflame Will to forcefully make peace with Mr. Luo Nan's theory? Or should he use Mr. Luo Nan's theory to directly explain the Bloodflame Will?
In fact, the answer was very clear.
How many times had the Blood Flame Will appeared in this round of meetings that made people dizzy from all the noise?
The Bloodflame Order was a relatively pure religion. They didn't have any messy beliefs, nor were they so particular.
But if the foundation of trust in one's own philosophy was shaken, how could one begin to explain the "philosophy"?
Could it be that the Bloodflame Order was ultimately going to be like a fire of emotions that came and went without a trace in the darkness, silently dissipating on the eve of the arrival of true light?
Meng Chong had never felt that he was a particularly devout follower. He had joined the Bloodflame Order with the identity of a security captain, withstood the so-called "Bloodflame Will's test", narrowly escaping death many times to reach his current position. The source of his inner strength didn't seem to have much to do with the Bloodflame Will.
However, at this stage, he was still a little absent-minded.
Especially when Luo Nan experienced the profoundness of emotions that flowed freely from the beach. He unconsciously muttered to himself:
"Observing the world with the eternal laws …"
"Changing other people's views is not a good way of learning."
The old man's ears were very sharp. He could tell that Meng Chong's expression was born out of Spinoza's most famous phrase, "Seeing things under the eternal laws".
The words used to describe the current Luo Nan seemed passable on the surface, but the core was clearly different. Moreover, using the religious explanation of a devout Christian to make a judgment on the current situation was ultimately inappropriate.
Meng Chong was startled when he saw Old Master Jiang become serious once more. Then he laughed.
But before he could respond, a voice suddenly rang out in the deepest part of his mind.
"The saint believes that he is the ruler of the world. This kind of bootlicking will be even more resounding."
The method and content of the telepathic transmission were a bit discordant, but this wasn't the main point.
The main point was the person who transmitted the telepathic transmission.
"First Oblatum!"
Meng Chong's mind was shaken, and he subconsciously straightened his body. Jiang Yuanzhen, who was beside him, did a similar action, but he sprained his old waist because he was too intense.
Without a doubt, this was Mrs. Halder's telepathic transmission. It was just that there was no telepathic transmission after these words. Instead, a violent rumble arose in an even deeper and more sensitive domain.
The Bloodsoul Temple of the Abyss District!
Some of the other people in the conference room had reactions similar to Meng Chong's. There were also some who were muddled from beginning to end. But no matter which one it was, the elites selected by these orders were more or less linked to the Bloodsoul Temple of the Abyss District in countless ways, directly or indirectly.
When the foundation of the order underwent an intense change, no one could stay out of it. In the time of a breath or two, the originally clamorous conference room became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
The vast majority of people only had a feeling in their hearts, but they were still ignorant of the concrete situation.
Only people like Meng Chong, Wu Kui, and Yin Le, who was several thousand kilometers away, had sufficient cultivation and authority. Only the higher-ups of the order were able to sense it a step further.
The turbulence came from the lowest level of the Bloodsoul Temple of the Abyss District. It was a lake of lava that was condensed from the intense accumulation of negative emotions.
"What are you all hesitating for? Just execute according to what he said … … We clearly have the lively substrate at the lowest level. Mobilize it. "
Mrs. Halder's telepathic transmission was like an unsheathed blade. Compared to her usual ruthless decisiveness, it was more concise and straightforward. "Even if you're stupid to the point of being incurable, you still need to display your value."
"Huh?"
On Zeolite Beach, Luo Nan raised his eyebrows. He felt an unusual wave of restlessness from the depths of the Abyss District. It was extremely significant.
His control over the Bloodsoul Temple of the Abyss District exceeded practically everyone in the world. Of course he knew what this represented. He even knew the key driving force behind this wave of change.
Mrs. Halder had woken up.
However, she didn't seem to have any intentions of immediately exiting. She also didn't directly communicate with Luo Nan.
Luo Nan didn't insist on this.
This wave of assistance had already saved him some effort.
Wind blew over from the surface of the sea. It carried a slight fishy smell, as well as some scattered remnants of mist. Luo Nan looked at the seemingly unchanged mist on the surface of the sea. It was as if the mist was surging and churning all the time. He silently calculated. He looked at the five pieces of the jigsaw puzzle and their current degree of completeness.
The standard relay station array and the Hellfire Tyrant. These two pieces were gradually on the right track.
The magneto-optical mica. Yes, wretched development.
The vile environment and the overall space-time environment … … This would depend on fate. Overall, there was still quite a bit of difference. However, this sort of piecing and organizing wasn't a linear process. Especially the first two pieces. They needed to rely on external forces when piecing them together. They were all broken up and needed to be reorganized and combed anew. However, as long as the foundation was solid, it would naturally be a different situation.
Luo Nan let out a long breath and turned around. He saw Zhang Yingying doing her best to cheer Dumb Sand on. It looked like a scene of a family trip. She was having a great time.
Luo Nan really couldn't treat the so-called 'son' as a joke.
However, if Zhang Yingying had to provide for this idiot all day long in the future, she would have to expend a great deal of mental energy. Just the daily supply of energy was enough to drag down her cultivation, let alone anything else.
Luo Nan really did put in quite a bit of thought in order to resolve this matter satisfactorily. He seriously pondered over a method, prepared his words, and prepared everything. Only then did he call out.
"Hey, Sister Yingying. I'm going to ask you again. Are you really determined to raise him?"
"Of course I'm going to … … raise him."
Zhang Yingying didn't hesitate at all in the beginning. She spoke resolutely and decisively, but a thought seemed to flash in the middle. It was unknown what she was thinking about. She became slightly absent-minded, and her momentum immediately suffered a setback.
Luo Nan was puzzled. "What's wrong?"
"Well, I'm going to ask you something. Dumb Sand is just an example given in class, right? Is there anything else …. I mean, are there any other uses?"
Luo Nan was startled for a moment, then he laughed. "I have to say there are."
Zhang Yingying pursed her lips. She glanced at the distant Dumb Sand, but she soon withdrew her gaze. She wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't say anything.
Luo Nan already understood her thoughts. It was more or less outside of his expectations, but it also made him let out a sigh of relief … … Sure enough, it was still the Zhang Yingying he knew. She was usually casual and casual, but when she truly encountered something, she would never act according to her temper.
She was clearly a hundred times more attentive to Dumb Sand, but she still considered Luo Nan's experimental progress. She didn't act based on her own likes and dislikes.
Her Majesty Empress Wu really taught her well. She was much better than a certain someone who fell in love with her when things went wrong …. Cough!
Luo Nan reflected on himself and encouraged himself. He grew more and more serious. "It's precisely because it's useful that I will cherish it in the future. Let's have a chat right now. Are you really going to raise it after this matter is over? "
Zhang Yingying's entire body seemed to glow when she heard Luo Nan's words, which were practically a promise. Cough, that was an exaggeration. Her eyes glowed as she hurriedly declared, "Of course I'm going to raise it.
Of course I'm going to raise it. It wasn't easy for me to raise it. I'm definitely going to continue raising it. "
She saw that Luo Nan was about to speak again, so she simply extended her palm. "I know you want to talk about the energy supply. You don't need to worry about this. I'll go find the boss and think of a way."
Her Majesty Empress Wu wasn't a doraemon.
Luo Nan's retort got stuck in his throat. He swallowed it back with great difficulty, and he hurriedly used other words. "... That's not necessary. We can think of a way to satisfy both sides."
"Really?"
Zhang Yingying responded quickly. Her eyes grew brighter and brighter. She was extremely pleasantly surprised. Clearly, she wasn't that certain whether Her Majesty Empress Wu would draw her blade to help or simply draw her blade.
"Yeah. I just thought about it, and I have a new train of thought. It seems to be quite compatible with you."
Taking advantage of Zhang Yingying's good mood, Luo Nan quickly thought through the words he had thought of in his mind. In the end, he cut the Gordian knot.
"Have you ever thought about letting Dumb Sand shed his body? Let his soul leave his body?"
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