Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

"Song Jinghong, do you really think we wouldn't dare to touch you?!"

The ancient beast king that had been stopped was the first to attack. Its dark golden scales crackled, and its blood-red eyes surged with murderous intent: "We've been trapped in this damned broken-down vehicle for hundreds of years, our life force nearly exhausted! We gave you face while we were in the vehicle, but now that we've finally escaped, what right do you have to try and control us?!"

These words instantly ignited the resentment of all the alien kings present.

The burly, horned black demon stepped forward, his purplish-black demonic energy surging violently: "No matter how strong you are, you're still just one person! Do you think dozens of us are afraid of you alone?!"

The words fell.

Dozens of auras simultaneously locked onto Song Jinghong.

Although these alien kings were all emaciated and barely alive, they were, after all, the strongest of their respective tribes in their time.

Even in such a weakened state.

The combined pressure still caused the entire platform to tremble slightly.

Song Jinghong remained expressionless, but her tone softened slightly: "You merely desire blood offerings, and I will instruct the human race to prepare them. However, if you insist on wreaking havoc, I will not stand idly by!"

"Moreover."

"Aren't you curious why this car suddenly stopped?!"

The expressions on the faces of the alien kings did not change at all after Song Jinghong's previous sentence, but Song Jinghong's next sentence really hit their most sensitive nerve.

They boarded this train in the first place to seek an opportunity to break through to the ninth rank beyond the realm.

But instead of leaving the source realm, this damned train was taking them in circles.

For hundreds of years.

This train never stopped at any station.

Why now of all times? Why here of all times?

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

A hoarse voice suddenly rang out. It belonged to a snake-man covered in dark blue scales, exuding a chilling aura that caused all the ferocious beasts to unconsciously take a half step back.

King Qinglin.

One of the three strongest individuals in the carriage, selected through decades of bloody battles.

Song Jinghong looked directly into the other person's eyes and said firmly, "Give me three days, and I will investigate everything thoroughly. You've already waited hundreds of years, so what's three more days?"

"What if you can't find it?"

Another figure emerged from the crowd. It was a humanoid creature with a dark gold body, its emaciated form resembling a skeleton.

Yet no alien king dared to ignore its existence.

King Jinhou.

With the two strongest individuals putting pressure on Song Jinghong together, his expression finally changed.

Song Jinghong said, "If I can't find out anything, you are free to leave and do whatever you want without my interference!"

The kings of the various alien races exchanged glances.

King Jinhou nodded and said, "Alright, we'll give you that face. We won't step out of here until you go and negotiate with the human race."

"But let me make this clear: we only have three days. If you haven't given us a satisfactory answer by then, don't blame us for not showing any mercy."

"besides."

"Send us a batch of fresh blood food as soon as possible to fill our stomachs!"

"it is good."

Song Jinghong nodded expressionlessly.

Although he did not yet know who was in charge of the human race, he still made a promise on his own.

In his view, even if a full thirty years passed, the human race would not undergo much change.

maybe.

The people in power today are still the same group of familiar faces he knows.

He turned and walked towards the exit of the platform.

As soon as they reached the exit, they heard a series of hurried footsteps outside. The footsteps were dense and orderly, clearly indicating that a well-trained army was rapidly approaching.

Song Jinghong frowned slightly, but did not stop walking.

After coming out.

He immediately saw a fully armed human army rapidly deploying into formation.

Directly in front of that army, an elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in a marshal's uniform, was standing there.

A pair of cloudy old eyes churned with complex emotions that were hard to describe.

Zhou Tianyan.

Song Jinghong finally stopped.

His gaze passed over the soldiers and landed on the old man with white hair and beard.

Thirty years have passed.

The boy who used to follow him around like a shadow is now covered in white hair.

Only those eyes still retained some of their former sharpness, but now that sharpness was not surging with the excitement of reuniting with an old friend.

Thirty years.

Zhou Tianyan stopped three steps away from Song Jinghong, his voice hoarse as he spoke, it was hard to tell whether it was a sigh or a question: "Jinghong, you've been gone for thirty years."

Song Jinghong did not respond.

He knew what Zhou Tianyan was talking about.

Thirty years ago, during the darkest period of human history, the allied forces of the Corpse Dog Clan and the Blood Cat Clan pressed in, and the northern border and the southern frontier fell completely.

More than half of the eighth-tier awakened beings died in battle, and the entire human race was almost driven to the brink of extinction.

And it was at the very moment when humanity needed him most.

Song Jinghong disappeared without a trace.

He didn't leave a single word.

He simply vanished without a trace, dumping all the responsibilities that should have been his onto Zhou Tianyan, who was then just a Heavenly General.

"I had no choice."

Song Jinghong finally spoke, her voice as calm as a stagnant pool: "If I stay in the Federation, I will never be able to break through to the ninth rank in my entire life. Without the combat power of the ninth rank, even if I stay, what can I change? It will just be another corpse."

There was not a trace of remorse in his voice when he said this.

Because in his mind, this was simply the truth.

Those who ascend to godhood are all ants.

This is a truth he had already seen through when he left thirty years ago.

Those geniuses who defended Tianque City to the death on the battlefield were truly courageous, but they were also truly foolish.

When a person dies, everything is gone.

Only the living have the right to talk about the future.

"You're still the same as before."

Zhou Tianyan's voice carried an indescribable meaning, like relief, or numbness after utter disappointment: "So be it. There's no point in bringing up old grievances from thirty years ago. It's a good thing you came back alive."

Song Jinghong frowned slightly.

He instinctively sensed that Zhou Tianyan's reaction was somewhat off.

Moreover, and more importantly, the opponent's strength gave him a sense of unfathomable power.

The thirty years of being trapped in a loop on the train would be torture for other alien kings, but for Song Jinghong, it was a bittersweet experience.

His awakened talent is an SS-level talent that can continuously grow.

Thirty years of honing his skills did not deplete his energy or cause his cultivation level to drop; instead, it allowed his strength to advance to a terrifying level!

As long as he doesn't face a Divine Realm expert, even one from a Saint Blood race, Song Jinghong is confident he can win in a one-on-one death battle.

But now.

He actually sensed a faint threat from Zhou Tianyan!

However, Song Jinghong did not dwell on this issue too much; for him, there was only one most important thing at the moment.

"Let's not talk about these useless things now."

Song Jinghong went straight to the point without any pleasantries: "There are dozens of alien kings in the platform right now, each of them is at the peak of the eighth rank, and two of them are not much weaker than me."

Zhou Tianyan frowned: "What?"

"This matter is complicated. All you need to know is that they are very hungry, extremely hungry, and they are all carnivorous alien races that need to absorb the life energy contained in the flesh and blood of awakened beings to recover their vitality."

Song Jinghong paused here, then said without changing his expression, "I'll give you one day to prepare at least a thousand awakened beings of the fifth rank or above to serve as food for them."

"There's no room for discussion on this."

"It must be done!"

"Otherwise, once they go berserk, even I won't be able to stop them!"

"..."

Zhou Tianyan remained silent for a long time before finally speaking with deep emotion: "Jinghong, in the thirty years since you left... no, to be precise, in this past year, the human race has undergone tremendous changes."

Song Jinghong frowned: "Even the biggest changes can't outweigh the impact of dozens of Saint Blood Alien Kings! If those monsters get out of control and charge out, the entire human race will be wiped out!"

Zhou Tianyan listened to his words in silence, without any rebuttal, but his eyes showed a hint of pity.

He raised his hand.

A cluster of amber-colored fluorescent light appeared in the palm of his hand.

The fluctuations emanating from that light sent a shiver down Song Jinghong's spine, and his expression instantly turned to one of astonishment and uncertainty: "This is...?!"

Zhou Tianyan said calmly, "This is what you were desperately searching for when you abandoned the human race thirty years ago."