Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

The roar of wheels rolling over the rails gradually faded into the distance, eventually being completely swallowed up by the thick, impenetrable black mist deep within the Soul Rift Abyss.

A deathly silence once again enveloped the bottom of this ancient abyss.

Only the sulfurous smell lingered in the air, emanating from the steam.

This served as a reminder to the two of them.

That strange train we just saw was not a hallucination.

Jiang Chuan withdrew his gaze, his face expressionless, but his heart was churning with turbulent emotions.

Source quality.

The only key to breaking through to the ninth rank.

Shen Zhiyi's words exploded in his mind like a bomb.

He always thought he possessed the ultimate SSS-level inheritance, with basic attributes that could crush everything. The ninth rank was just a matter of time for him; he could achieve it effortlessly by simply grinding experience with his eyes closed.

But now he realizes that there is an insurmountable barrier above the peak of the eighth rank.

A formidable barrier that has been artificially controlled!

Jiang Chuan clenched his fist, and his knuckles made a crisp, light crack.

He never thought he would stop at the eighth rank.

Whether it's a ninth-tier powerhouse or a member of the Origin Blood race, whoever stands in his way, he'll just crush them.

But what if?

What if he really can't find a way to obtain source essence from the four major source blood races?

This train was his backup plan. No matter what strange things were on board, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would give it a try.

but not now.

"Let's go."

Jiang Chuan snapped out of his thoughts and turned to look at Shen Zhiyi.

Shen Zhiyi also turned her gaze away from the direction where the carriage disappeared. Her face had returned to its usual indifferent expression, but Jiang Chuan could sense that she was not as calm as she appeared on the surface.

At 32 years old, she was an eighth-tier powerhouse and the Federation's youngest candidate for Heavenly General. She was closer to that threshold than anyone else.

Therefore, they understand better than anyone else how difficult that threshold is to cross.

But she didn't say anything, she just nodded.

Jiang Chuan turned to look at Mo Yuan, who was kneeling to the side.

"You go first."

Jiang Chuan waved his hand: "You're a spy, your identity can't be exposed. We'll just follow behind and make it look like we're doing something."

Mo Yuan immediately nodded and bowed: "This old servant understands! This old servant will run ahead, and Master and Dean Shen will chase after us. Make a big commotion so that those spies hiding in the shadows can see us!"

He paused, then added with a smile, "There's a rendezvous point on the border that I arranged beforehand. It was originally intended for retreat in case my identity was exposed, but it's come in handy now. After I passed the information to the royal court, those idiots there sent two eighth-tier kings to meet me. One is King Quanhuang of the Corpse Dog Clan, and the other is King Xuezhua of the Blood Cat Clan. They are both old acquaintances of mine."

Jiang Chuan raised an eyebrow, and two sharp, cold glints flashed in his eyes.

Mo Yuan immediately understood, a sinister smile spreading across his wrinkled old face: "If Master finds this useful, this old servant will lure them into a dead end, where Master can deal with them all at once!"

"Go."

Jiang Chuan didn't say anything more.

Mo Yuan stood up, bowed deeply to Jiang Chuan, then turned into a gray shadow and rapidly climbed up the cliff of the Soul Rift Abyss, disappearing into the black mist in a few breaths.

Jiang Chuan waited for about ten breaths, then deliberately shouted at the top of his lungs:

"You old dog, do you think you can escape?!"

Shen Zhiyi was taken aback by his sudden shout, and her lips twitched slightly. But she quickly straightened her face and released a spatial fluctuation. The two of them chased after Mo Yuan in the direction he had fled.

In a short time.

Starlight and silver light intertwine in the Rift Soul Abyss.

The howling sounds rose and fell, their momentum fierce, as if they were truly chasing down some irreconcilable enemy.

The northern wilderness.

About two hundred miles from the human border lies a range of rolling black hills.

Nothing grows here; the ground is covered with a thick layer of ash, and a faint stench of decay permeates the air.

This is a battlefield relic left from the great war between the human race and the corpse dog race.

Decades have passed.

The traces of war have long been buried by time, but the deathly aura that permeated the earth has never dissipated.

Because of the special nature of this area, federal patrols rarely venture here.

Over time.

It thus became one of the transit points for the Corpse Dog Clan spies operating within human territory.

Mo Yuan's figure stopped in mid-air. He landed on the top of a black stone hill, his hunched body appearing particularly lonely in the hazy light of the sky.

He lowered his head and coughed twice, spitting out a mouthful of black phlegm streaked with blood.

Then he raised his head.

A near-morbid excitement surged within those deep red vertical pupils.

"They're here."

On the horizon, two streaks of light approached from afar, landing on either side of the hills, one to the left and one to the right.

The figure on the left has a dog's head and a human body, covered in dark brown short fur, with strong and powerful limbs, and the tips of its ten fingers gleaming with a cold, eerie green light. Its huge mouth, split to the roots of its ears, is filled with serrated fangs.

The Corpse Dog Clan King, Dog King Huang, an early-stage eighth-tier powerhouse, sniffed the air as soon as it landed, revealing a ferocious smile on its face.

"Mo Yuan, you old dog, you're still alive!"

The figure on the right was much thinner, with a cat's head and a human body, covered in a layer of dark red short fur, with narrow eyes and undisguised malice surging in its vertical pupils.

The Blood Cat Clan King, Blood Claw King, is also at the early stage of the eighth rank.

Although the Blood Cat Clan and the Corpse Dog Clan often fought to the death over territory, their respective royal courts always maintained a high degree of consistency in their stance towards the human race.

Humanity's technology and industrial system have the power to turn the mundane into the extraordinary, and even in this resource-poor land, they can produce many valuable items.

therefore.

The ultimate goal of both races is to enslave humanity.

If they only wanted to exterminate humanity, they could have done it easily, and the current stalemate wouldn't have happened.

Their goal is to gradually erode human territory, break the backbone of humanity inch by inch, and force all humans to willingly submit.

In fact.

Their plan almost succeeded.

During his tenure, the former Tiange Marshal had promulgated many policies for trade with the two tribes.

It was said to be for trade.

In reality, it was a deliberate act of sending federal technology and talent abroad to be enslaved.

It wasn't until Zhou Tianyan took power and swiftly eliminated a group of surrenderers that the tide was turned and the Federation's collapse was reversed.

But even now...

Many problems from that dark period remain unresolved...

"Mo Yuan, do you think you're confident you can lure Shen Zhiyi out?"

Where are they?

Bloodclaw King's eyes were a clear, yellowish light.

Mo Yuan didn't answer, but just grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Just then.

Suddenly, a burst of silver light exploded in the sky behind them, and two figures stepped out from the void.

Shen Zhiyi was dressed in black casual clothes, her long hair flying wildly, and surrounded by silver-white spatial runes.

Beside her stood a young man, dressed in a spotless black combat suit, with a pair of silver wrist guards gleaming on his forearms. He had a handsome face and a composed demeanor.

King Inu-oh and King Bloodclaw exchanged a glance, both seeing an indescribable excitement in each other's eyes.

Shen Zhiyi!

It really is Shen Zhiyi!

This is the Federation's youngest eighth-tier powerhouse, the pinnacle of spatial talent, and hailed as the top candidate for the next Heavenly Pavilion Marshal!

Take her head back to the royal court.

The Corpse Dog King and the Blood Cat King could probably just open the royal treasury and let them pick whatever they want!