Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

Jiang Chuan's figure hovered above the Soul Rift Abyss.

Black mist churned at the bottom of the abyss, and the rusty railway track still lay quietly among the gravel, stretching into the depths of the thick fog, exactly the same as when he first came here.

He landed and walked along the railway tracks.

The black mist retreated automatically under the protection of the immortal light, making it much easier than last time, but the faint sense of oppression still lingered.

The railway tracks stretched straight ahead. He walked for about fifteen minutes when suddenly everything went dark.

It was a bare rock face where the railway tracks came to an abrupt end.

"A dead end?"

Jiang Chuan frowned and raised his hand to unleash a palm print of true essence.

boom!

Rock fragments flew everywhere, the earth shook violently, and a ravine hundreds of feet deep was blasted out of the entire rock face.

however.

It was all rocks inside.

He realized: "It seems this railway track doesn't exist in the real world."

He then turned around and walked in the other direction.

The result was the same.

The railway tracks led to the rock face at both ends, and there was nothing behind the rock face.

Having confirmed his conjecture, Jiang Chuan did not linger any longer.

He took out a boundary-breaking talisman from his hand.

Crush it directly.

A beam of white light enveloped his figure as he headed back towards the central four regions.

Waiting indefinitely is not a solution.

Moreover, there is no spiritual energy in the Origin Realm, so if he stays here, he won't even be able to do the most basic cultivation; it's just a meaningless waste of time.

Jiang Chuan prepared to travel to the territories of the four clans again to peruse ancient books and search for clues about the ancient teleportation array.

What he didn't know was...

Just two days after he left, a completely black steam train quietly pulled up beside the platform.

……

The dim headlights illuminated the ancient station that had been abandoned for countless millennia.

The moment the train stopped, there was no movement in the carriage.

Seven carriages.

Dozens of withered, rotten figures.

They sat stiffly in their seats, their eyes fixed on the gray-white platform outside the window, their pupils filled with fear and numbness.

hallucinations.

It must be a hallucination.

Ever since ancient times, when cultivators fleeing the Origin Realm destroyed all the stations along the way, this damned train has never been able to stop at any station again.

It simply moves forward on the endless track, carrying a train full of the living dead, in an endless cycle.

These strongest kings from various alien races initially thought the train would be heading to the place of opportunity they had always dreamed of.

They were even prepared to die a glorious death in battle.

But no one could have predicted it.

What awaits them is a nightmare cage from which they cannot escape.

No one knows how long the train has been traveling. At first, there were shouts and curses in the carriages.

These eighth-tier peak alien kings, unwilling to be trapped, used every means to try to break into the carriage.

But it was completely useless.

This train is made of some unknown material; even if they risked their lives, they couldn't damage it in the slightest.

After some time, no one tried to break down the door anymore.

the reason is simple.

hungry.

Even an awakened being at the peak of the eighth rank cannot escape the shackles of flesh and blood and must rely on continuous eating to replenish daily energy consumption.

However, there was no food on the train.

In order to avoid starving to death, they can only reduce all non-essential activities.

Minimize energy consumption and maintain only the most basic vital signs.

But even so.

A chaotic scene that engulfed the entire train inevitably broke out.

The battle lasted for seven days and seven nights. Countless alien kings who dominated their respective regions were killed like pigs and dogs and devoured by the remaining survivors.

After World War I.

The number of alien kings, once numbering in the hundreds, has been reduced to less than forty.

Every one of them who survived was a true monster, with the blood of more than one king of the same rank on their hands.

They became taciturn.

His eyes were vacant.

Only when they eat do they briefly regain a trace of the radiance that belongs to living beings.

Fortunately, new people occasionally board this vehicle, like the white-winged woman who walked in alone, or the group of unlucky iron-horned warriors who accidentally activated the teleportation array in some secret realm.

Every time a new passenger boards the train, it's the most festive time in the carriage.

Those poor new passengers, before they could even see what was sitting in the carriage, were swarmed up, torn to pieces, and then eaten.

Song Jinghong boarded this car thirty years ago.

He was very lucky.

Just before they got on the bus, two unlucky guys managed to fill the monsters' bellies.

Because he was human, and his flesh wasn't even enough to fill the gaps in the teeth of the aliens, he was lucky enough to survive and become a regular passenger in the carriage.

now.

He has grown into one of the strongest beings here.

But all of this is meaningless, because even if he is the strongest person in the carriage, he still can't take a single step out of this carriage...

"Why did this hallucination last so long?"

Finally, someone noticed something was wrong, and a strange light began to appear in those numb and empty eyes.

Until a emaciated king of the Inkscale Clan, whose scales had long since lost their luster, stood up.

It cautiously extended a sharp claw, its fingertips piercing through the car door.

There were no obstacles encountered.

It was stunned.

Then, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"It's true..." it roared in disbelief, its voice as shrill as two rusty iron plates rubbing against each other: "It's true!! The door is open!! The door is really open!!!"

It suddenly rushed out, and the carriage immediately erupted in chaos.

Those withered old monsters suddenly burst forth with astonishing speed, rushing out of the open car doors one after another.

Then they knelt on the ground, some wailing and some laughing wildly, burying their faces in the rubble and trying to smell the scent of the real world.

Song Jinghong was one of the last few figures to walk out of the carriage.

He stood on the platform, cautiously raising his head, his gaze falling on the rusty station sign.

Origin Station.

Countless memories flooded my mind like a tide.

"This is... Tianque City?... I'm home?!"

He hadn't had time to process this fact yet.

Not far away.

An ancient beast king covered in dark gold scales roared to the sky.

"Blood food! I smell fresh blood food! There must be a settlement of creatures nearby, I'm going to feast on it all!!"

Just as it charged out, a powerful fist-force struck from the side, blasting a crater more than ten feet wide right beneath its feet.

Gravel flew everywhere.

It abruptly stopped its momentum in mid-air.

The ancient beast king suddenly turned its head, its blood-red eyes fixed on Song Jinghong. Its dark gold scales crackled and popped, and a violent killing intent emanated from its body.

"Song Jinghong!! What the hell are you doing?! Why are you stopping me?!"

Did I tell you to leave?

Song Jinghong slowly withdrew his fist, dark red light flowing around him, radiating a terrifying pressure.

His voice wasn't loud.

This caused all the alien races present to fall silent instantly.

Thirty years ago.

Song Jinghong survived by sheer luck on her first train journey.

But thirty years later, no alien king dares to ignore his existence.

As one of the three strongest beings in the carriage.

Song Jinghong's current status is entirely due to his own hard work and determination!

The other alien kings, whose strength was comparable to his, exchanged glances. A burly black demon with twisted, coiled horns on his head said in a deep voice, "Song Jinghong, what do you mean by this? We just escaped from that terrifying vehicle; we're all comrades who survived death. Are you going to turn against us now?!"

"Comrades?"

Song Jinghong turned to look at it and said, "Alright, since you consider me a comrade-in-arms, I hope you can all give me face. After you leave here, how you kill or eat is none of my business, nor do I want to. But this is human territory. Anyone who dares to wreak havoc here will be my mortal enemy!"