Chapter 1890 - 972: Visitor

"So familiar."

Ji Jue sighed softly.

The creation before him was so similar to the Wanxiang Engine.

But to compare the Wanxiang Engine of the Doomsday Special Train with this substandard product that couldn't even match a monkey version, was to some extent an insult to the Sky Rail.

Aside from certain characteristics of the Wanxiang Engine itself, more surprisingly, it was a design Ji Jue had once seen with his own eyes…

In the past, at Spring City, a reproduction design modified by the Jian Yuan Institute based on the Sky Rail!

He almost didn't recognize it.

Because it was so lousy!

Compared to the achievements and masterpieces produced by the Jian Yuan Institute, everything before him was not even considered a counterfeit imitation; it was like a bunch of monkeys randomly cobbling together a clumsy piece of trash, completely unbearable to look at.

But one thing was indisputable, this was indeed technology from You Sui!

"I see..."

Ji Jue murmured, feeling the coordinates that resonated with the vehicle's engine from afar, gradually drawing closer, he chuckled silently.

The established strategy needed a slight adjustment.

Boom!!!

As if breaking through bottomless darkness, the train engulfed in flames wailed, constantly scattering fragments, sliding exhaustedly on the tracks, and finally docked with difficulty on the desolate platform!

The train has arrived, passengers please take your luggage and queue orderly to disembark...

In the deathly silence, only the sound of burning remained.

Within the shattered shell of the carriage, the fierce flames opened to both sides, a black robe swept through the flames and ashes, and the last remaining passenger stepped onto the platform, clutching a ceaselessly wailing head.

He surveyed his surroundings.

On the crude platform, apart from a row of chairs, there was nothing. The dark sky revealed a faint night, and the dim light illuminated the thick fog outside the platform.

In the fog, it seemed as if something was there, faintly appearing, hungrily probing.

Ji Jue also gazed indifferently over.

For a moment, he almost suspected that he had arrived at another station.

From the train to the engine and to the platform before him, everything was so similar to the Sky Rail, yet the details contradicted each other.

It was like a monkey imitating a beauty's appeal, no matter how much it tried to mimic, it couldn't grasp the essence... The more similar it was, the more uncomfortable it felt.

His wrist trembled slightly.

[Detected Station: Ruyue Station (???)]

[Alert: No registration data for this station, status completely abnormal...]

[Essence Coordinate Analysis, Correction Start]

A progress bar emerged from the edge of Ji Jue's vision along with the flickering popup, advancing slowly... painstakingly reaching one percent.

It stopped.

"Haha, hahaha, we've arrived, we've arrived!"

The mutilated head in Ji Jue's hand twitched violently, laughed hysterically, and cursed, "You're doomed! You're doomed, you know! No one in heaven or earth can save you!!!"

No response, only the tragic wails.

The sound of shattering echoed.

In Ji Jue's hand, the broken head crumbled inch by inch to dust.

Clack!

A cracking sound suddenly echoed from behind.

The originally fragmented carriage instantly seemed whole, within a spreading pool of blood, a skinless corpse struggled, reaching out to grab his ankle.

Then it screamed.

It was as if it had grasped a branding iron beyond its power; even before it could cast a curse, it began to sizzle, and even letting go was too late, only able to 'stare' as the ethereal flames emerged from its hand, consuming it completely.

An animated curse, just like that, was completely reduced to dust in the burning flames.

The whole carriage flickered violently, in the dim light, bizarre figures clung to the windows, faces full of various death states, their eyes full of resentment, staring intently at Ji Jue on the platform, silently mouthing words.

Their appearances seemed to change obscurely.

Gradually, they became so familiar.

It felt like they were his friends, colleagues, acquaintances from before, calling him to board the train together, ready to depart, but no matter how they invited, Ji Jue remained completely still, as if he hadn't heard.

Facing curses gradually entangling him and countless residual spirits pulling at him, he couldn't even be bothered to turn back for a glance, just nonchalantly flicked his sleeve.

"Scram."

Instantly, the flames erupted once more from the carriage, faces wailing and twisted, were swallowed again by the spreading firelight, completely vanishing into smoke.

The illusions vanished, the carriage remained broken, scattering ashes.

Before he could react, footsteps sounded again.

And at the end of the platform, in the mist, a shadow silently stood as if approaching step by step.

But when Ji Jue's gaze fell on it, it froze again.

Yet at the moment the focus slightly shifted, the shadow seemed to draw closer... from one, it became two, then as Ji Jue looked at one of them, footsteps sounded again, turning to the other, he found that shadow had split into two again.

Now there were three!

They kept dividing, drawing closer to him, no matter which one Ji Jue tried to look at, the others would quickly close the distance, then divide into more.

In the end, amidst the swirling mist, hundreds of eerie plastic mannequins had completely surrounded Ji Jue.

No matter how vigilant he was, the nerve-wracking sound of footsteps continued to echo, like a torrential downpour.

In just a few seconds, they were already within ten paces.

And on those crude, eerie mannequin masks, empty pupils revealed undisguised hunger and joy, faces contorted.

"Is it a ghost story?"

Ji Jue glanced around in realization, "Should be an automatically triggered defensive Secret Ritual, right? Or perhaps some kind of boring probing?"

What was happening before his eyes was the twisted reality woven by Filth Contamination.

The originally small eerie Curse, which could be suppressed by mere sight, unexpectedly began to expand exponentially through the process of visual interaction and focus.

Just like a sacrificial ceremony.

From the moment Ji Jue's first glance was cast, it had already been triggered.

And the entire sacrifice, once started, wouldn't stop; no matter how fiercely one attacked, they would eventually be completely exhausted and overwhelmed by the endless plastic mannequins.

Now it seems that the best way to respond was not to be attracted by the footsteps from the start, not to look at all!

Or perhaps...

Ji Jue reached his hand into the pocket of his robe, fumbling among a heap of miscellaneous items.

Point, choose.

It's you!

In that instant, countless plastic mannequins were already close at hand, completely overwhelming him, drawing his spiritual essence and lifespan just by contact...

Yet, in a flick of the fingers, everything seemed to freeze completely, countless plastic mannequins stiffened where they stood.

As Ji Jue lifted his head and gently blew a breath, it stirred up a vast sky of Dust.

Alongside the collapse of the plastic mannequins, countless tiny white fragments danced, descending, dyeing the entire world pale white.

It was as if in a flick of the fingers, tossed into a blender and then sliced by invisible blades, shattered into the most basic fragments amidst mad whirling.

Even if among the fragments, plastic mannequins tried to struggle and rise, the next moment, their movements completely froze, collapsed again.

Sharp cracking sounds erupted out of thin air, resounding throughout the entire station.

Like pages being torn repeatedly, books shredded into unrecoverable fragments in a shredder!

The ghost story heavily damaged but couldn't stop!

Because Ji Jue was still watching... still continually catalyzing more through his gaze!

In his hand, there was now a bone-white eerie short stick.

At the moment it appeared, limitless division had completely enveloped everything on the platform, turning all original displays into dust, and then swiftly expanding towards the writhing mist.

[One Foot Hammer]!

The famous skill of Master of You Sui Dragon Poison, after his death, the workshop he left in Seven Cities wasn't exempted by Ji Jue, who gladly accepted all equipment.

Including this theory and essence related to Heavenly Artisan.

Only, Ji Jue casually glanced over, without delving deeply, understood the principle, then created a copy without much work.

Even if it couldn't reach the level of Heavenly Artisan, solving such a large number of miscellaneous enemies was exceedingly easy.

The sound of shredding paper intensified, from the mist end, came suppressed, shrill screams.

Till the final moment, abruptly stopped.

"The inconsequential probe ends here."

Amidst the flying ashes, Ji Jue surveyed the surrounding mist, the shadows faintly visible, lifted his chin, coldly warned:

"It doesn't matter which sect's remnant it is, have your Main Priest roll out to meet me!"

Instantly, the mist seemed to freeze, soon, as if decided on some resolution, gradually thinned, revealing numerous ever-changing buildings behind the mist.

Like an illusion, yet appearing so true and clear, as if folding, twisting, and inverting a never-before-seen city at will, then forcibly piecing together.

Roads radiated with mirror reflections, countless buildings arranged eerily like a matrix, ultimately forming a certain topological pattern, still changing.

Amidst layers of shadow surges, countless eerie outlines had completely surrounded the entire station, clawing, watching over the audacious intruder.

An emaciated figure appeared out of thin air nearby, the elder had four eyes, all with pupils, wearing the robe of the Main Priest, coldly staring at Ji Jue.

Without even waiting for him to ask, Ji Jue already swung his hand, letting go of what was in his palm.

No concealment of his disdain.

"See clearly before stepping forward to speak!"

Ding～

The released coin fell to the ground, rolling, flashing continuously, emitting a series of gentle ringing sounds, finally spinning, falling not far from the elder.

Rendering his expression instantly petrified.

Not just him, all the surrounding shadows and outlines seemed stalled, solidifying where they stood.

On the coin of unknown material, a strand of brilliant golden light glowed.

In the central front, flames engraved in relief ascended endlessly, full of mystery. At the back of the coin, a badge formed by incomplete overlapping of square and triangle!

That is...

Everyone almost forgot to breathe.

——You Sui's Testament!