Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

Jiang Chuan truly hadn't expected that a Saint Blood alien race that hadn't even touched the threshold of godhood would possess a superior spiritual treasure that even the four major source blood races didn't have.

but.

He did not make any boastful claims because of this.

He only promised Bluescale's safety in the car.

As for whether she can get off the vehicle smoothly after arriving in the Heavenly Realm, and whether she can withstand the omnipresent divine light after getting off the vehicle?

These are all unknowns.

He only had one train ticket and wasn't even sure what would happen after arriving in the Heavenly Chapter Realm, so how could he possibly make a promise to a complete stranger?

But even so.

For Elder Mu, this was already an immense blessing.

Old Mu kowtowed heavily, and the already dried scabs on his forehead cracked open again upon hitting the floor, seeping out dark red blood streaks.

He felt no pain at all, and then pulled Lan Lin to a corner of the carriage, where he began to tell Lan Lin his last wishes in a very low voice.

Lan Lin remained silent throughout, her head bowed, her loose hair obscuring most of her face, making her expression unreadable.

Jiang Chuan didn't listen to what they were saying.

He picked up the Purple Lightning Mountain-Suppressing Box and tried to channel his Supreme Yang True Essence into the box.

In no time at all.

A sound like thunderclap came from inside the box.

Immediately, countless electric arcs leaped out of the box, crackling and exploding into tiny sparks. Before the afterglow of those sparks had faded, a line of attribute information appeared before Jiang Chuan's eyes.

[The Purple Lightning Mountain-Suppressing Box contains a spiritual treasure—the Azure Sea Mystic Pearl (a superior-grade spiritual treasure), which has been nurtured for 320 years!]

It is indeed a top-grade spiritual treasure.

Jiang Chuan felt a surge of excitement.

He received two top-grade spiritual treasures in exchange for a single promise; this deal was undoubtedly a huge win for him.

but.

Jiang Chuan did not rush to take out the Cangming Mystic Pearl.

The description of the Purple Lightning Mountain-Suppressing Box states that a spiritual treasure can only be nurtured once in its lifetime, and the longer the nurturing time, the greater the impact on the spiritual treasure.

This Azure Pearl has been nurtured for over three hundred years.

It must be quite extraordinary.

Let's wait until we reach the Heavenly Chapter Realm, find someone knowledgeable to appraise it, and then make a decision.

Jiang Chuan attempted to put the Purple Lightning Town Box into his backpack.

But then they discovered...

This thing can't be put into the backpack.

No wonder, even though he knew it was conspicuous, Old Mu still carried it on his back all this time without finding it troublesome.

Jiang Chuan thought for a moment and handed the box to Song Jinghong: "Keep an eye on this box for me."

"yes!"

Song Jinghong immediately carried the box on his back, just like Elder Mu.

At this moment, Old Mu, having finished making his final arrangements, had also lost all his life force and was powerless to reverse the situation. Only Lan Lin remained, silently weeping in a corner, guarding the corpse.

Jiang Chuan glanced at her, signaling Song Jinghong to keep an eye on her, then looked away and continued to rest with his eyes closed.

With Song Jinghong protecting them.

There's no need to worry about her safety in the car.

After arriving at the Heavenly Chapter Realm.

To live or to die.

It all depends on her own fate.

He didn't notice that beneath Lan Lin's lowered eyelids, a deep resentment surged in the depths of her pupils, and her fingernails dug deeply into the flesh of her palms, from which a thin stream of crimson blood seeped and dripped silently through her fingers.

……

Jiang Chuan closed his eyes, his back pressed tightly against the seat, and his breathing was extremely slow.

That cold, sinister figure once again sat in the empty seat next to him.

This is the fourth time.

The chilling aura was more intense than ever before, almost solidifying, causing the true essence in half of his body to stagnate.

The muffled, hoarse voice drifted into his ears intermittently, still as hazy as if separated by a thick layer of water.

But it was more urgent than ever before.

More intense.

Jiang Chuan even felt a cold aura spreading from his shoulder, as if the other person was about to touch his body.

The first three times, this thing just sat next to him and talked to itself.

This time.

It seems to be tentatively crossing a certain boundary.

Jiang Chuan became extremely vigilant, but at the same time, he had a vague suspicion.

The other party probably didn't intend to harm him...

Rather, it is trying to convey some message.

During its several out-of-control periods, it never actually harmed itself. Jiang Chuan also asked Song Jinghong, who had been trapped for thirty years and had never been targeted by the strange creature in the black mist like he had.

Why?

He is a cultivator who has reached the perfect stage of body tempering.

This is fundamentally different from the alien races who usually boarded the vehicle at the peak of the eighth rank in the past!

Could it be that the other party wants to use him to convey some message, or to achieve some special purpose?

The thought came to mind.

It immediately spread through Jiang Chuan's heart like wildfire.

Although he knew that this was most likely a tactic to lure him in, he found it hard to resist the urge to give it a try.

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from deep inside the carriage.

Clang!

Jiang Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, and the cold, dark shadow beside him vanished almost instantly.

The sound was coming from the sleeper car!

Jiang Chuan immediately figured it out.

At this point, he realized something was wrong. Half an hour had passed, and the carriage still showed no signs of returning to normal.

This time, the state of being out of control lasted longer than any previous time.

Jiang Chuan lowered his voice and called out, "Song Jinghong."

No one responded.

died?

Although Song Jinghong knew the rules of survival on this train, he was constrained by the Starry Sky Mirror. Even if he knew it was a trap, he would never dare not respond to him.

Since he did not respond at this point, there is only one possibility.

He is dead.

Jiang Chuan frowned.

With Song Jinghong dead, Lan Lin, who was by his side, may also be in danger.

He couldn't possibly agree to protect the other party right after he promised Elder Mu.

The other party has already hung up, right?

Think about this.

Jiang Chuan remained seated and did not get up.

Jiang Chuan understood that acting rashly before understanding the situation would not only fail to save anyone but would also endanger himself.

Time passed second by second, and he silently counted down another half hour in his mind.

result.

There was still no sign of the trains returning to normal.

The surroundings were quiet and deathly still, without even the screams of the alien race. Jiang Chuan knew that he had probably encountered a situation different from the past.

Song Jinghong's warning still echoed in my ears: on a train that is out of control, no matter what strange phenomena occur, you must never leave your seat.

But the current situation leaves him no room for hesitation.

Jiang Chuan stood up.

A thought crossed my mind.

The Starry Sky Mirror behind his head suddenly lit up.

Twelve beams of light simultaneously emitted a warm, azure glow. A protective shield in the shape of a celestial wall spread outwards from him, completely enveloping the space within a three-foot radius. The surface of the shield shimmered with brilliant starlight, yet it still could not dispel the darkness in the slightest.

Jiang Chuan first went to Song Jinghong's seat, but when he got closer, the scene in front of him made his heart sink.

no one!

He didn't die, but disappeared, along with the Purple Lightning Mountain-Suppressing Box, which was taller than a person, and the Blue Scale on the seat next to him, all of them vanished completely!

Jiang Chuan realized it almost instantly.

The problem is most likely not with the train.

It was himself!

He was most likely pulled into a special space by some force, and if he doesn't find an exit soon, he may be trapped here forever!

Jiang Chuan took a deep breath and looked into the dark depths of the carriage, where Song Jinghong had warned him not to go near the sleeper car.

I just heard a sound coming from over there.

It was obvious that the voice was trying to lure him over.

But he has no choice now.

I won't check.

He will likely be trapped here forever.

Since the other party attacked him but did not directly assault him, it suggests that the other party's purpose may not necessarily be to harm him.

He didn't hesitate any longer.

Since we can't avoid it, let's finish this quickly.

He followed the direction from which the muffled thud had come and walked toward the sleeper car.

Pass through the passageway connecting the business class carriages.

Every step taken.

The chilling atmosphere around them intensified.

The black mist surged around his feet as if it had some kind of will, but it retreated on its own the moment he stepped on it, as if making way for him.

The aisle of the sleeper car was much narrower than he had imagined.

On one side were windows, and on the other side were rows of cubicles, each door tightly shut. There were no doorknobs, no windows, and no gaps for peeking out; only a deathly silence.

Jiang Chuan suddenly stopped.

At the end of the corridor.

The door to one of the private rooms on the side was half open.

Inside the door, darkness churned like solidified liquid, not a ray of light could penetrate, yet within that darkness, a section of a cheongsam's hem was visible.

Jiang Chuan stared at the section of the cheongsam, and Song Jinghong's voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

No matter what happened, just pretend you didn't see it.

Pretend you didn't see it.

Just as he was about to retreat quietly, the cheongsam suddenly swayed slightly twice.

then.

A slender figure peeked out from the darkness behind the door.

It was the silhouette of a woman.

She was turned to the side, most of her face still hidden in the darkness behind the door, only revealing a small part of her chin and a strand of her dark hair. That strand of hair was jet black and shiny, draped over the deep purple silk, making her hand appear almost unreal in its whiteness. Her fingers were slender and long, with a very light layer of nail polish on her nails, which shimmered faintly in the darkness.

Then, a sinister voice suddenly rang out from very close behind Jiang Chuan.

"You're finally here."

The voice was soft and melodious, yet it carried an indescribable eeriness, with an inexplicable melancholy, as if a woman who had been neglected for countless years had finally waited for her long-awaited husband to return.

Jiang Chuan's hair stood on end in an instant.

He suddenly turned around and pressed his back firmly against the wall of the corridor. The celestial light shield of the Star Mirror condensed into the thickest starlight barrier in front of him.

nobody.

There was nothing behind him.

The voice rang out again, this time seemingly from a different direction, more like it was coming from inside the carriage walls: "I've waited all these years, and no one has ever been willing to talk to me. Now that you're here, don't leave. Come in and sit down."