Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

Jiang Chuan lowered his arm and stared expressionlessly at the charred area.

The carriage was quiet for a few moments.

Then he raised his hand and waved it, and a beam of light flew out from the Starry Sky Mirror, landing on the charred remains left after Song Jinghong's self-destruction.

The light spread like a living thing, the shattered flesh reformed, the charred bones grew back, and the broken internal organs were restored to their original state with each breath.

A moment later, Song Jinghong suddenly opened her eyes, then turned over and knelt on the ground, her forehead hitting the carriage floor hard.

"Thank you, Master, for saving me!"

Jiang Chuan didn't look at him, his gaze still fixed warily on the empty platform.

This was just one of the monsters he encountered at random.

This forced Song Jinghong to self-destruct in order to protect himself, and even then, it only temporarily forced the monster to retreat.

As for killing,

Far from enough.

"What exactly is this thing?"

Jiang Chuan frowned and pondered for a moment, but could not find a solution.

Just as he was about to examine it more closely, a sudden sense of alarm arose in his mind.

An even more intense and chilling aura than before was surging from the depths of this dilapidated world. The sheer power of that aura caused the heavy train carriage to tremble slightly.

Followed by.

A dense rustling sound echoed from the depths of the dilapidated world.

The sound was like millions of ants crawling across withered leaves, or like countless rotting corpses struggling to crawl out from the ground.

The sound came from afar and approached.

Increasingly dense.

Jiang Chuan raised his head and looked at the gray and desolate land, and then he saw a scene that made his scalp tingle.

At the edge of that cracked, dark brown earth, a tidal wave of shadows was surging toward the platform.

The number is at least several hundred.

The aura emanating from each of the dark figures was no weaker than that of the black-robed monster from before!

Jiang Chuan's face turned ferocious as he shouted, "Song Jinghong!"

"exist!"

Song Jinghong leaped forward to block the train door, about to self-destruct again, but just then, the door suddenly closed, the train emitted a melodious whistle, and slowly began to move.

The stop time has ended.

Click.

The moment the car doors locked, the chilling atmosphere surging outside the carriage dissipated almost entirely, as if blocked by an invisible wall.

Jiang Chuan took two steps back and sat back down in his seat, his face still a little pale.

He began to doubt whether he had made the right choice to board the train.

If only I had known.

He might as well wait until Long Yuan has established himself and then figure out a way to extradite him!

But it's too late to say anything now.

"Azure Station..."

He murmured the name to himself, firmly memorizing that world that resembled a ghostly underworld.

……

The train continued its journey.

Fourth day.

night.

The lights inside the carriage went out again without warning.

"How could things keep spiraling out of control...!"

Song Jinghong only had time to utter half a sentence in surprise before her voice abruptly stopped.

Jiang Chuan's heart tightened, and he pressed his back firmly against the chair back.

Relax your breathing and remain still.

The black mist flowed silently along the ground, and a bone-chilling coldness pressed in from all directions.

Followed by.

Those indistinct sounds echoed again in the carriage.

Then, that cold, sinister figure reappeared in the empty seat next to him.

This time, Jiang Chuan could feel it was closer than before; the chilling aura was almost touching his shoulder, causing the true essence in half of his body to stagnate slightly.

The hoarse, indistinct voice rang out again, and its tone was noticeably more urgent than before.

It became even more intense.

It was as if they were trying their best to explain something.

Jiang Chuan still couldn't understand, and he didn't risk responding to the other party. He simply shut down his senses and waited for the out-of-control state to end.

After an unknown amount of time, the suffocating, chilling aura around them gradually dissipated.

The carriage was brightened again.

Jiang Chuan slowly loosened his fingers, which had been clenched so tightly they had turned white, and turned to look at the seat next to him.

This time, Song Jinghong was still alive, but his complexion was rather pale.

"Master, something's not right!"

He instinctively lowered his voice, as if afraid of disturbing the eerie creatures that had just departed: "When I was trapped on the train, it would only go out of control once every few months, sometimes even every three or four years! It's never been this frequent!"

Hearing him say that, a gloomy feeling rose in Jiang Chuan's heart.

Less than five days.

They experienced two train loss of control incidents.

This frequency is indeed frighteningly high.

According to Song Jinghong, even staying in the business class compartment is not 100% safe. At this rate, he would probably be attacked within half a month!

Jiang Chuan rubbed his temples, temporarily suppressing these chaotic thoughts, wondering when he would finally arrive at Tianzhang Station.

In the blink of an eye.

Two more days have passed.

The train passed through a thick white fog so dense that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. The scenery outside the window finally began to show some signs of life. In the distance, you could vaguely see the outline of a continuous mountain range, covered with a light blue-green layer. Although it was still desolate, at least it was no longer the dark and gloomy landscape it had been before.

The train suddenly slowed down again, and Jiang Chuan immediately opened his eyes, glancing out the window.

However, the train did not stop at any station this time.

It is a quiet valley.

The car door opened.

Then Jiang Chuan heard hurried footsteps coming from outside.

Jiang Chuan turned his head to look in the direction of the connecting area between the carriages, where several figures were filing in through the doorway of the carriage in front.

There were five people in total.

No, to be precise, they are five different races.

Their appearance is extremely similar to that of humans. The leader is a burly middle-aged man with bronze skin, a resolute face, high brow bones, and a dark blue scale armor robe covering his strong body.

Behind him followed a similarly armored young man, tall and thin, carrying a giant sword wider than a man on his back.

Further on are two women from another race.

An older man with a gentle face, a few fine lines at the corners of his eyes, wearing a plain white robe, and carrying a bamboo cane that was entirely green.

The other one was much younger, looking to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. She had a high ponytail, and a few strands of hair on her forehead were damp with sweat and stuck to her face. At that moment, she was looking around curiously with her big, dark eyes.

At the very back was a gaunt old man carrying a bronze box on his back that was even larger than his body. He walked with a hunched back, but his steps were surprisingly steady.

The clothing styles of the five alien races were completely different from those of humans. Their bodies were covered with scales or scale-like patterns to varying degrees, clearly indicating that they were related to the dragon race.

However, their bloodline is probably much thinner than that of the Fierce Dragon Clan.

The big-eyed young girl was the first to see Jiang Chuan.

She blinked her bright black eyes, tugged at the sleeve of the gentle woman beside her, and whispered, "Look, there's still someone sitting in that carriage!"

The gentle woman lightly slapped her hand away and said in a low voice, "Don't make a fuss, it's perfectly normal for there to be people on this bus."

"But big sister, he looks just like us." The girl glanced at Jiang Chuan again, her big eyes full of curiosity. "It's just... something feels off. It's so strange, why doesn't he have any scales on his body?"

"Blue Scale, say less."

The middle-aged man at the head of the group turned around and glared at her, then turned his gaze to the fourth business class carriage.

He didn't rush in, but first looked around the layout of the carriage. His gaze lingered on Jiang Chuan and Song Jinghong behind him for a moment, then he nodded slightly as a greeting.

He then turned around and led the group to a corner of another carriage.