Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

Jiang Chuan leaned back in his chair, his gaze barely registering as he swept over the figure huddled in the corner.

Blue Scale remained in that pose.

Since Old Master Mu died, she has been like a soulless statue, neither eating nor drinking, nor speaking. Only when she blinks occasionally can one be sure that she is still alive.

The stench of blood in the carriage had long since been cleaned up by the train itself, replaced by a faint, lingering smell of decay.

The smell has always been there.

It was just that the stench and blood of those alien kings had masked it before.

Jiang Chuan withdrew his gaze, took out a blood-patterned short spear from his backpack, and slowly refined it by enveloping it in the True Yang Fire.

This is a low-grade spiritual treasure of the offensive type.

Although he now possesses the Starry Sky Mirror, which is effective in both offense and defense.

However, the Starry Sky Treasure Mirror also has its drawbacks.

He can only maintain one of the three forms. Once he switches to the defensive form of Tianbi, he cannot use the offensive form of Huangzhao or the amplifying form of Qingdi. He still needs other spiritual treasures to protect him.

Of course, refining is secondary.

The observation is true.

After that incident, it was impossible for him not to pay extra attention to Lan Lin.

He wanted to use Xu Yinyin's spiritual talent to read Lan Lin's mind, but he was unsure what methods that strange woman had used on her, and he was afraid that doing so would alert her.

that's it.

The train continued its journey for three more days, stopping and starting intermittently.

Inside the carriage, new alien kings would occasionally attempt to break into the business class carriage and challenge Jiang Chuan's authority, but they would all be swiftly and decisively killed by Song Jinghong.

Lan Lin remained unmoved by all of this; she was like a stone, oblivious to everything happening around her.

But Jiang Chuan noticed a detail.

Whenever a foreign race approaches, her emotions undergo extremely subtle changes.

...it seems to be anticipation.

What are you expecting? Do you expect those alien races to storm in and tear her apart? Or do you expect someone to break the status quo on the train?

Jiang Chuan's doubts grew stronger.

But he could only wait.

The opportunity came one evening.

The train passed through a thunderstorm area, and the carriage shook violently. Jiang Chuan casually steadied her, his movements swift and clean, taking less than a breath.

"Hold on tight."

He uttered two words calmly.

When I turned my head.

His eyes were now filled with a dangerous, cold glint.

The moment Jiang Chuan made contact with the other person, he sensed the emotions in their heart.

That was a resentment so intense it was almost scorching!

Cold

sharp.

It carries an almost pathological stubbornness.

It had no specific target, yet it seemed to hate everyone on the train equally, hating the alien kings who killed her people, and also hating Old Man Mu who brought her onto this train of death.

She also hated him.

Jiang Chuan sat back down in his seat without changing his expression, but his vigilance was already at its highest.

What was she hating? Was it that he hadn't intervened to save Elder Mu? Or was it that he had stolen the immortal destiny that belonged to the Dragon Scale Clan?

Jiang Chuan didn't rush to conclusions, but he kept a watchful eye on things.

The train continued its journey through the endless darkness.

Two whole months.

Jiang Chuan had grown accustomed to the faint, musty smell in the carriage.

The view outside the window gradually changed from pitch black to a hazy gray mist.

Occasionally, a blurry outline could be seen flitting through the mist, like a collapsed giant tower or a wreckage suspended in the void.

Each outline is extremely large.

So large that even mountains tens of thousands of feet high are nothing more than a speck of dust in their presence.

Suddenly, a long, drawn-out whistle broke the two-month-long silence.

All the surviving alien kings in the carriage simultaneously raised their heads, and their turbid or blood-red eyes erupted with almost manic ecstasy.

Clang.

The car door slowly opened.

A ray of bright light shone in from outside the door.

At this moment, Jiang Chuan suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest. The train ticket he had bought for Tianzhang Station was slowly igniting with a layer of silvery-white flame.

A cold, mechanical female voice echoed in his mind: "Dear passengers, please disembark before your tickets burn out. Those who fail to disembark within the specified time will be deemed to have automatically forfeited their right to disembark, and the train will continue its journey."

Jiang Chuan's heart skipped a beat. He looked up at the window and saw a beautiful world with clear waters, green mountains, and fragrant flowers. Wasn't this the fairyland that ordinary people dreamed of?

Before he could react, the alien kings in the carriage, who had been waiting impatiently, could no longer contain themselves.

"The door is open!"

"A land of opportunity! This is the world inhabited by ancient immortals!"

"Get out of my way! Nobody's going to take this from me!"

A massive alien king, covered in dark gold scales, was the first to attack.

It pushes off the ground with all four hooves.

Its massive body slammed straight into the car door like a cannonball.

The other alien kings were not to be outdone, roaring and howling, even attacking each other as they jostled to squeeze through the open car door.

Jiang Chuan did not stop them, but simply watched the scene quietly.

The imposing alien king was the first to step out of the carriage.

Its eyes were filled with ecstasy.

This is the place of opportunity that it has been chasing in its dreams for decades, the road to heaven that can allow it to rise to the top in one step!

Then, in the instant it shone into the sunlight outside the carriage.

laugh……!

Before it could even make a sound, the alien king who had been running rampant on the train was silently turned into scattered white ash.

White ash fell to the ground.

It was swept away by the wind.

Even the last trace has vanished completely.

The wind from outside the car door rushed in, carrying with it the deadly divine light, and blew over the alien kings who were too late to stop their feet.

Their bodies were incinerated in an instant, like pieces of paper being set ablaze, taking only two or three breaths from start to finish.

Only a few wisps of white smoke remained, slowly dissipating in the air.

The carriage was deathly silent.

"What is this!?"

The remaining alien kings retreated in terror.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Chuan thought to himself, "As expected, if beings from the Origin Realm want to enter the Heavenly Chapter Realm, the first thing they must face is the omnipresent immortal light."

Unlike the four divine sons of the four races, they were not beings from the Origin Realm who had undergone the tempering of immortal light from childhood.

Even if you manage to buy a ticket, it's a dead end.

This celestial light...

It's more like a method of extermination deliberately designed to target beings from the Origin Realm.

Jiang Chuan couldn't help but have this suspicion.

In particular, he recalled his previous conversation with the four cultivators—the cultivators of the Heavenly Chapter Realm generally regarded the beings of the Origin Realm as the source of the curse. With this basis, his belief became even more firm.

So here's the question.

Having completed his body tempering to perfection, but without buying a ticket, can Song Jinghong leave the train directly and enter the Heavenly Chapter Realm?

"Song Jinghong, why don't you give it a try?"

Jiang Chuan said.

"yes!"

Without hesitation, Song Jinghong rushed out of the car carrying the Purple Lightning Suppressing Box.

The terrifying celestial light that fell upon him was automatically repelled, causing him no harm. A hint of surprise appeared in Song Jinghong's eyes: "Master..."

pat.

Before he could finish speaking, his entire jaw broke off and fell to the ground.

Then, under Jiang Chuan's wary gaze, he seemed to have decayed for countless years, and in an instant, he rotted into a pile of mud and ashes!