Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

The Starry Sky Mirror spun, and Song Jinghong's body was restored in the blink of an eye. He opened his eyes blankly and met Jiang Chuan's solemn gaze.

Song Jinghong possessed the same perfected Body Tempering cultivation level as him, and throughout the entire Origin Realm, there was no one who could instantly kill him.

Even a cultivator at the Qi Refining stage might not be able to do something so silent and stealthy.

but,

He died just like that.

A chill, unlike anything he had ever felt, welled up in Jiang Chuan's heart.

That terrifying being could kill Song Jinghong instantly, which also meant it could kill him as well!

He could revive Song Jinghong, but he himself couldn't survive!

"How did you die?"

"I……"

Song Jinghong closed her eyes, tried hard to recall for a moment, and then shook her head: "I can't remember anything. I didn't know anything the moment the lights went out."

Song Jinghong's death immediately heightened Jiang Chuan's vigilance regarding the train.

The next two days were uneventful.

The train travels on the empty tracks, and the scenery outside the window changes occasionally, but most of the time it is a constant thick fog.

Jiang Chuan leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes to rest, while Song Jinghong remained as vigilant as a statue.

Fortunately, both of them had reached the peak of body tempering and had achieved the state of abstaining from grains, so they didn't have to worry about food and drink.

Fourth day.

The train suddenly slowed down.

The wheels made a clicking sound as they rolled over the rails, the carriage swayed slightly, and then came to a complete stop.

"Dear passengers, the train has arrived at Biluo Station. Passengers, please disembark in an orderly manner. The train will stop at this station for thirty minutes."

A cold, mechanical female voice echoed in the carriage, and Jiang Chuan suddenly opened his eyes.

Biluo Station.

He remembered the name.

At the Origin Station ticket office, this name also appeared in the station's list. It was one of the worlds that had contact with the Origin Realm in ancient times, and it must have once been a place of great civilization and prosperity.

But at this moment, when Jiang Chuan looked out the car window, he only saw a gray and dilapidated world.

The low-hanging sky had a nauseatingly dark yellow hue.

It seems to be connected to the earth.

In the distance, one can vaguely see a series of ruins. The outlines of those buildings still reveal their former grandeur, but now they have been eroded and broken by time.

The ground was cracked, like a dried-up riverbed, and from those cracks, a wisp of faint black mist would occasionally rise slowly.

The black mist rose into the air and then dissipated on its own.

However, it transformed into a lingering, chilling aura that seeped in through the car window.

"Is this the Azure Realm?"

Jiang Chuan murmured to himself, his gaze sweeping out the window, a hint of curiosity rising in his eyes.

"Owner."

Song Jinghong suddenly spoke, her voice extremely low: "This is one of those special sites I mentioned to you!"

Jiang Chuan turned to look at him.

Song Jinghong said nervously, "You absolutely must not get off the train here! The situation outside is a hundred times more dangerous than inside the carriage! Some terrifying native species roam in these worlds, and they have figured out the train's patterns. They specifically lie in wait outside stations for unsuspecting passengers!"

"And that's not even the most dangerous situation. Sometimes they'll even get on the vehicle on their own. I experienced it once. To kill that monster, the alien kings attacked it en masse, sacrificing more than a dozen lives to finally kill it!"

Jiang Chuan frowned and glanced out the window. After being reminded, he did indeed notice a few things that seemed amiss.

Just then.

A gust of cold wind blew in through the open car door.

The wind was icy cold, carrying a strong, nauseating stench that instantly lowered the temperature of the entire carriage by more than ten degrees.

Jiang Chuan felt a chill run down his spine at the same moment, and he abruptly turned his head to look towards the car door.

A rotting hand had somehow appeared, clinging to the door of the carriage.

The hand was no longer recognizable; the skin and flesh were white and swollen as if it had been soaked in water for too long, and it was riddled with holes, revealing the stark white finger bones underneath. Even more bizarrely, wisps of extremely faint black mist were entwined among the rotting flesh, slowly wriggling as if some living thing was climbing along its bones.

The jet-black fingernails scraped against the threshold with a piercing shriek.

then.

A second, equally rotten hand reached in from beside it.

With both hands exerting force simultaneously, a blurry black shadow slowly rose from the darkness of the platform.

Jiang Chuan made his judgment almost simultaneously.

We can't let that thing get up here!

That chilling aura sent a shiver down his spine; it was a terrifying enemy who posed a real threat to him!

The Starry Sky Mirror!

The divine halo behind his head suddenly lit up, and twelve light prisms simultaneously emitted a scorching crimson light. In an instant, the star map on the surface of the treasure mirror turned into a surging sea of ​​fire.

Radiant form!

A beam of crimson-gold light, as thick as a bowl, shot out from the center of the treasure mirror, like a crimson-gold spear piercing through the void, and slammed into those rotting palms.

boom!!!

The entire carriage was shaking violently.

The moment the beam of light struck his palm, the black mist swirling around the rotting flesh surged violently, actually managing to keep his Supreme Yang True Fire half an inch away!

Jiang Chuan's pupils shrank sharply. He knew all too well the power of this attack; even a cultivator at the peak of Body Tempering would be seriously injured if they took it head-on.

But the other party actually withstood it!

He effortlessly neutralized the full force of a mid-grade spiritual treasure!

This monster's strength has surpassed the peak of Body Tempering!

It's comparable to the Qi Condensation Realm!

"Master! That's the monster I mentioned, but this one is even stronger than the one from back then!" Song Jinghong's voice came from behind, accompanied by rapid breathing.

A fierce glint flashed in Jiang Chuan's eyes, and he shouted without hesitation:

"Song Jinghong, go up there! Self-destruct!"

Song Jinghong did not hesitate at all, nor did she feel the slightest fear.

A near-devout madness appeared on his face, his eyes burned with intense crimson flames, and his aura surged to its peak in an instant.

"To die for my master is the greatest honor for me!"

Before he finished speaking, he transformed into a streak of light and crashed straight into the rotting hands that were slowly climbing onto the carriage.

boom!!!

A blinding ball of crimson-gold light suddenly exploded at the car door.

The sphere of light was over ten feet in diameter, and its interior was churning with extremely compressed Yang True Essence, like a small sun suddenly blooming at the carriage door.

The shockwave from the explosion swept outwards like a tsunami, scattering the rubble piled up on the platform.

Jiang Chuan raised his hand to block in front of him, and the protective immortal light blocked all the residual power of the shockwave.

He stared intently at the car door through the blinding light.

The rotting hands finally loosened the threshold under the impact of the self-destruction.

The blurry black shadow let out an extremely sharp screech, like a steel needle piercing Jiang Chuan's brain.

Jiang Chuan shuddered, and the Supreme Yang True Fire within his body circulated on its own. A scorching warm current surged along his meridians to his sea of ​​consciousness, burning away the cold, invading force completely.

The light faded.

The car door was completely empty.

A charred mark appeared on the platform, extending all the way to the edge of the platform before disappearing into the cracked, dark brown earth.

A strong stench of decay permeated the platform, and the air still retained the scorching heat of Song Jinghong's self-destruction.