The ground rumbled like thunder racing through its veins; mountains collapsed and ten thousands tents rolled up in crimson smoke.
The clock of time seemed to have leapt to doomsday.
Frightened people nervously watched the countless streaks of light sliding across the dark sky.
“Who is the big star?”
“The one with the greatest fame, obviously!”
“Who else could it be? The man shining across the entire Lost Frequency Zone tonight—who do you think it is? It must be…”
The two hub towns shot beams of light like searchlights into the sky.
The swiftly moving train felt the gaze of two eyes upon it.
[Who’s glaring at me.]
{Based on your influence assessment from the past three years, without any fame-machine backing, you have been certified as a mega celebrity dazzling the two hub towns!}
[What?]
The train racing to save lives was a bit bewildered.
{You are the most shining presence tonight.}
{You have been certified as a Big Star!}
{You have gained the right to ascend!}
Swoosh swoosh swoosh, vroom vroom!
The reporters’ notebooks surged densely toward the phantom train.
[I have been certified as a Big Star!]
The train attained supreme honor.
“Uh?”
Yang Zicang and the others stared dumbfounded at the countless small papers fluttering in like snowflakes. They were more like tiny snow bits, even dandruff.
Teneous beams of light pierced the fragmented, sleepless night, casting pale gray pillars, as if daylight was about to break through the midnight barrier and appear directly!
{I, Ma Chao, am a Big Star?}
“No time left, hurry up and board! Little Ma Chao!”
The ghostly train, trailing light, crashed thunderously toward the fragmented, spot-like sky.
Carrying over a thousand people in several cars, this subway for the first time was packed full of humans, and for the first time, soared thousands of meters into the air.
“We’re, we’re flying.”
People piled densely inside the train craned their necks, peering through the hazy, translucent walls at the outside world. The shattered earth was strewn with dark red wounds, some places even churning with molten lava.
But the next second, yellow sand whirled up, and the shattered skeleton army surged toward the train, tearing and hacking.
Inside the train, small pieces of paper burst forth with spreading energy, carving out a twisting energy pathway that sprawled across the inverted sky like a crooked maze.
The shadow train weaved through it at the speed of light.
On the horizon, the editor-in-chief’s eyes shimmered with brilliant radiance, as if invisible blades were swinging in the air at the skeleton figure that kept dodging left and right. She turned her head to look into the distance, where a phantom train was rapidly approaching.
{Come to die, huh!}
She shouted loudly.
More skeleton troops emerged, chopping at the maze pathways in the sky.
But though the pathway teetered on the brink of collapse time and again, it ultimately held firm.
Whooosh—!
The train whooshed close, and the faces inside the windows of the train were filled with awe, like a tour group witnessing a divine battle up close.
Whoosh! Countless specks of starlight streaked through the compartments, gathering beside the editor-in-chief—they were the small pieces of paper.
They carried vast amounts of unknown energy, surging in and converging.
In the moment of stunned hesitation as she gazed at them, suddenly a shadowy figure appeared behind her.
“I am July Starshade, and you are Mengrui Haosha.”
Starshade whispered in her ear.
“Little Ruirui, as a lingering soul, you’ve done admirably well.”
The woman’s body dragged afterimages, her back instantly becoming her front, facing this replica.
The model of a five-pointed star on her chest gleamed as a palm strike, carrying a force that tore everything apart.
Xing Miao let out a soft sigh.
Just before this broken figure was shattered by her, Xing Miao pierced through its body with a single palm strike, but she herself was destroyed in an instant.
The next moment, behind the flying editor-in-chief, the tattered skeletal remains of the replica appeared again.
{Endless clones—this was the Glazed Mirror lineage I once possessed?}
Xing Miao did not respond to her, but instead spoke gently:
“Growing up as a lonely child all over again all these years, this long journey must have been exhausting. It’s alright; you can now peacefully depart.”
The phantom train flashed by in a blur, not daring to linger even half a millisecond; the moment those pieces of paper flew out, it had already plunged directly into a state of mental power, racing towards “Boppoli Station” at breakneck speed.
By Xing Miao’s skull, a multitude of blurry and chaotic illusions appeared, all dreamlike phantoms of otherworldly scenes.
At the same time, snowflake-like papers wove into a silvery-white halo, floating above the woman’s head.
The ring radiated a vast and mighty aura.
{What is this!}
Beneath the dappled, drifting clouds, the woman looked up at the halo with a hint of fear in her gaze.
Countless whispers and images began flooding the editor-in-chief’s mind.
“These are our memories of the past.”
Her memories and thoughts became chaotic, as if suddenly awakening to countless years of unknown recollections, delivering a tremendous impact to her mind and body.
The broken skeleton gently embraced the injured woman.
“It’s okay. You’ve only forgotten. Forgotten that incarnating the land was your own choice! Now, remember it all!”
{No, this isn’t right.}
The air beside them suddenly boomed with a heavy sound.
A mountain-like figure charged over; beneath him was a black sedan crushed almost beyond recognition. It breached the etheric space, appearing in the high sky, curving toward them.
“Chief Editor! Get in the car!”
The woman’s chaotic gaze abruptly cleared; she fiercely shook her head, and her eyes emitted terrifying ripples, striking the person beside her.
{That’s right, I am no longer her! So these memories aren’t mine—get lost!}
The moment she spoke these words, the halo-like ring of angelic light shattered silently.
The papers instantly converged into a helmet-like white hat, enveloping the woman’s head.
It was crisscrossed with ravines. Below, on the earth, tens of thousands of gloomy oblivion streams echoed the celestial channel lines, all turning white, shooting beams of light that connected the heavens and Earth!
The heavens seemed to mourn.
Hazy historical phantoms reflected across the sky, entirely displaying her past.
{Ah!}
The radiance pouring back into the sky was like interlocking chains, trapping the woman who had entirely transformed into her psychic form.
She struggled desperately, unleashing psychic phantom attacks against the light beams.
Xingmiao suddenly appeared behind the charging Shanlishi, its head lightly tapping, and in an instant the burly figure of Shanlishi and the car beneath him exploded.
“Turning her body into a piece of land in the New World was her own choice. I am merely carrying out her orders. And the final command is to eliminate the remnant soul born from her attachment to the past.”
{No! Xingmiao, are you truly abandoning old ties like this!}
“I’m sorry, but you are not her. The naive Rui Rui believed the world could have a bright future, and I am the blade she left behind to sever the past.”
The shattered skeleton, carrying apocalyptic energy, crashed toward the snow-white figure bound by the light beams of past memories.
In high-speed motion, several more bones teleported across vast distances to fly over, following closely behind its body, leaving trails of starlight-flecked afterimages.
Boooooom!
A massive number of psychic phantom slashes struck the light beams, finally shattering them.
In the cold, furious eyes of the woman retreating at extreme speed, ripples of starlight pulsed and shot forward.
{I am the chief editor of all journalists! I am the true master of this land! I shall create a new legend!}
“Every person in the New World is their own chief editor, but neither of us is one.”
The two moved swiftly through the air, one after another, like twin comets.
Crackling! Xingmiao’s body began to burn, emitting ethereal phantom flames.
{What are you doing!}
“The new future has no need for us; this obsession should fade away.”
Xingmiao’s speed suddenly surged, and the two black-and-white figures converged together.
A blazing, dazzling white light erupted in the sky.
A hurricane-like storm burst forth from there, sweeping across the entire frequency-lost land. The overturned people lay on the ground, struggling to lift their heads and look up.
High in the sky, countless fragments streaked toward all corners of the land like meteors.
A tattered cloth spun rapidly in the wind, carried far away by the gale.
The spirits within the small light cluster watched in panic.
They suddenly felt a profound sadness, unable to explain why, as if they had lost a very dear relative.
Yet, they clearly didn’t know that strange being.
Blocks of iron-gray, heavy bones with elegant white patterns fell like meteorites down to different parts of the land.
As they crashed to the ground, the River of Forgetfulness began to turn black again. The energy channels at the Hub City, connected to it, started to retract, and the terrifying cracks everywhere quickly healed.
All figures in the sky vanished. Above the shattered clouds on the horizon, threads of sunlight slipped through but were swiftly covered by thick clouds again.
It had dawned.
Whoosh~ Whoosh~
Hoo~
The gradually calming wind swept across the barren, undulating land.
The twin-tailed girl, staring at the sky by her limit, lost all strength and fell to her knees with a thud.
After a long while, the girl wiped her tearstains with her sleeve, picked up the Rubik’s Cube beside her, and followed the ruts, walking step by step alone toward the distant horizon.
Soul Polarity Dossier：
“Soul Polarity Agent I – Ground Stars ” The End
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