Chapter 159: The Twin Rings

Woo—Woo—
The wind howled fiercely.
Inside the carriage, the four people wore solemn expressions.
An oppressive aura had already filled the surrounding space, pursuing them like the apocalyptic force of mountains collapsing and the earth cracking, ready to annihilate them at any moment.
“It’s very likely another executive from the Lost Illusion Company!”
“What do we do? If he gets any closer, we’re done for.”
Little Liu turned his head to look. “He’s getting closer, oh my god, he’s that huge!”
Before, this figure had seemed like the size of a distant silhouette, and a few of them thought he was already close. But then, he kept growing larger and larger.
Now, that enormous body had already taken up most of the view behind them, racing through the air like a colossal statue.
A violent rumble shook the four fields, deafening everything.
Waves of sound, like rolling thunder, surged toward them.
“Hand over those rocks, and I will grant you the privilege of becoming my slaves.”
The dark golden model on his chest flashed, and a thread-thin beam refracted toward the distant ground below.
Boom!
The ground ahead of the train seemed to answer the gods’ call, violently erupting into a peak-like mountain spine, gradually rising and stretching toward the rapidly approaching ghostly train.
“Damn it! Little Ma Chao, help me out here!”
{I’ve… been running… till I’m smoking.}
Bang!
The carriage shook violently.
Staggering from the tremor, the group watched as “mountain ridges” three to four meters high erupted from the train’s side, chasing the shifting track and leaving a long, jagged wall behind on the ground.
{Replace nine thousand years of my timeline for me, I’m wounded.}
YangZicang, through his identity as the train conductor, sensed that the collision just now had offset over ten thousand minutes of Amplified Chrono, and at least half of the puppets storing time sequence inside the car had died.
And that was just a glancing blow.
Suddenly, the rock within the train emitted a visible fluctuation, like the air near high temperatures.
It spread out with a dark, energetic ripple.
Young Ma Chao’s speed doubled instantly, and everyone felt a sense of going deaf.
“Mysterious entity is helping us?”
“Lord Shenshi has made a move,” Zuo Feixian said with certainty.
The train streaked across the sky at over four times the speed of sound, nearly floating as it instantly reached the next shed area.
At this moment, YangZicang finally had a spare moment to identify the model links flashing across his chest; many people were searching for him.
He first connected to ZhuYin.
{What’s chasing you?}
“It’s an executive from the Temporal Glitch Mirage Corporation; it has attacked us several times already.”
On the other end, ZhuYin’s expression changed.
He immediately realized what this meant—it signified that those beings could actively influence the Glitch Land.
And being the two key hub sites on this land, they would inevitably bear the brunt of its interference, along with the thirty-five cities connected there.
ZhuYin wanted to ask more, but YangZicang had already disconnected the link.
At this moment, he was already in conversation with Boppoli, who had transferred close to thirty thousand Time Sequences to him. These were now linked to Luo Bin, Little Liu, and the others, serving as a replenishment for their previous consumption.
“How is Moli?”
{His complexion and breathing have returned to normal, like he’s in a deep sleep. Hopefully, he’ll recover soon.}
The curly-haired boy rose via the Mental Link and headed to Moli’s room. A family doctor was hanging up an IV for him, and it was evident that aside from being thinner, Moli seemed no different from an ordinary person.
At this moment, Boppoli looked utterly helpless. His two most important partners—one inexplicably unconscious, the other being hunted in the wilderness—would dampen anyone’s spirits, no matter how broad-minded they were.
“Let’s leave it at that for now. We’re arriving at the next cam-area. If Moli wakes up, be sure to let me know immediately.”
{Okay, please be careful, Brother Zicang.}
Inside the shelter, without a word, YangZicang ordered the White Shadow Thought-Dragon to pluck out the thought-forces of those blocking the Divine Stones.
The two strongest in this settlement fell to the ground instantly, and the faces of those still wanting to attack turned ashen.
Luo Bin and Little Liu swiftly jumped off the car, pushed down the Divine Stones, and loaded them into the vehicle.
Boom, boom! A sonic boom came from behind, and the train shuttled off like a whirlwind, vanishing before everyone’s eyes.
No sooner had it left than the people in the shed area saw something large whoosh through the darkness, followed by a rolling wave of sound that crashed down, nearly bursting their eardrums.
Fortunately, it arrived and departed quickly, vanishing from the sky within milliseconds.
“How terrifying, that thing is chasing the leader of the big client’s cargo team.”
“And they still dare to linger here. Damn, if we’d been a few seconds later, we’d all be dead.”
“The big client? It’d serve them right if those bastards were all dead.”
The crowd felt as though they had wandered to the gates of hell. Suddenly, the two who had just fallen dizzily opened their eyes and struggled to sit up.
“I feel like I had a nightmare,” the two muttered, dazed.
…….
“Next stop, the Heshan shed area.”
Dozens of seconds later.
Boom! A gale swept through the Heshan shed area.
The ominous train directly knocked several people into the carriage. Seeing that their numbers had instantly dwindled, the rest dared not touch the stone.
“I heard even that woman Rose couldn’t hold on to it. Let him have it!”
“A wise man knows when to submit. Survival comes first.”
They proactively loaded onto the vehicle the stone they had planned to move.
Splash! A rear carriage appeared, and as the door opened, several people who had been swallowed by the ghost car crawled out, limply rolling onto the ground.
Just as the train was about to leave, the person with the red model ring, who seemed to be in contact with someone, suddenly asked, “Is it the editor-in-chief who’s chasing you?”
Yang Zicang turned his head, glanced over, and nodded.
The train vanished into the wind.
In Crimson Hub Town, where confirmation was gained through inquiries, Yaotong’s complexion was extremely grim.
Tonight, the Lost Frequency Zone had erupted with earth-shattering influence. He had originally wanted to avoid excessive involvement, merely observing from the sidelines to prevent the Hub Town from interfering with the Lost Frequency Zone.
But unexpectedly, now that he could no longer restrain himself from seeking out the results, he heard information that made his heart race.
This sudden emergence of the Editor-in-Chief, who had already been able to break through limits and interfere with the development of the Lost Frequency Zone, was essentially no different from acting against the creator of this world.
“Everyone, contact the Shed Lords and Cargo Brigades that you still have decent relations with. Discard any Spirit Stones so that Yang Zicang can take them.”
“Deputy Town Lord, are you out of your mind?”
“You don’t need to worry about the specifics. Just do as I say.”
Only after driving his people into action did Yaotong start to ponder in his heart the information he knew.
It seemed that among the Otherworldly Beings who created this land, some still longed for the old world. They hoped that the New World could continue to align with the old one.
Could it be that the Editor-in-Chief was the one pushed forward after these people gained the upper hand in their rivalry?
Both Yaotong and Zhuyin on the other side looked at the screen.
A broken signal faded back into view, but on the monitor, the shed district that had been full of shouts and killings earlier had vanished.
On that land, there was only a stretch of ruins completely destroyed by immense force.
In another screen, the battling group suddenly paused. Everyone looked over—the small divine stone had vanished right before their eyes.
……
“This is the fifteenth divine stone.”
In a medium-sized shed area, the moment the Ghost Shadow Train came to a halt and the White Shadow Thought-Dragon emerged, the burly man had already tossed the divine stone in his hand onto the train.
“The deputy town head said he’ll compensate us. Head to the Phoenix Shed sixty miles to the left—they’re waiting for you.”
“Much obliged.”
There was hardly any pause.
The train adjusted its direction and shot forward instantly, vanishing into the air, its speed even greater than before.
Boom! A massive pitch-black shadow in the sky licked across and disappeared in a flash.
Even though the train had only stopped for three or four seconds this time, Mountain Officer had already appeared here, having narrowed the time between shed intervals compared to before.
Outside the Phoenix Shed, the shed master was leading people in casting aside a large divine stone.
The surroundings suddenly lit up as a few luxury cars parked nearby, their headlights dazzling everyone’s eyes, making it impossible to see clearly.
A petite girl stepped out of the car and approached the headlights. The dim yellow glow outlined her figure and graceful posture with a golden contour.
“Who are you?”
These few people, staring at the unexpectedly arriving convoy, felt a sudden sense of foreboding.
A zigzag line burst from a model on one person’s chest, but before it could cut through the air, bang—his body exploded into a mist of blood.
“Ah!”
Panic-stricken, several others scrambled away, none daring to activate their models again.
The twin-tailed girl with small tiger fangs stepped forward a few paces, drawing a golden chain from the round chaos mirror held by the attendant beside her.
The chaotic light from the mirror enveloped the Divine Stone, and as she was about to wrap the chain around the fallen stone, a swift approaching wind sound alerted her mind.
“Here it comes.” Cadre Hu turned her head to look.
In her perception, two distinct auras were rapidly closing in from the distant sky.
“Senior Shan said that guy’s gotten pretty fast, but I didn’t expect him to be this quick—arriving in just a minute.”
After the train’s first acceleration, Senior Shan knew he likely couldn’t catch the cursed train, so he sent word to his comrade, directing her convoy to block the way ahead.
Now, the two cadres had sealed off the ghost train’s path from both front and rear.
Suddenly, everyone turned to gaze at the distant horizon.
The sky over the Defrequented Zone, never this dark before, seemed to tear open a tiny hole. A beam of blurry gray-white light slowly scanned the earth like a searchlight, vanishing after a few seconds.
“That light…”
“Ignore it. Watch out for the shed ahead—there’s an electric light.” YangZicang said gravely.
The train sped toward the shed area, but by the time they discerned that eerie electric light, it was already too late.
An electric jolt raced down YangZicang’s spine.
“It’s the convoy! Run!”
{Huh?}
Before the convoy, the bright-eyed, white-toothed girl raised her fair arm, holding up a small magic cube in her palm.
The train swooped around a corner with a whoosh.
Boom! A carriage vanished from existence, the entire train flickering rapidly as its speed fluctuated between fast and slow.
This blow was akin to a human losing a part of their body.
The howling wind instantly drew closer. The moment Yang Zicang turned his head, he saw a massive, oppressive giant figure appearing on the enormous carpet outside the window.
He turned back, his rock-solid eyes sweeping across the interior of the train, crushing the few passengers with an unstoppable aura, like a mountain pressing down upon them.
“Star-Miao the Great!” Yang Zicang yelled instinctively.
The dozen divine stones inside the train simultaneously emitted a dim, starlight-like glow.
Zuo Feixian, having risen and hovered at some unknown time, his eyes radiating a strange divine light, raised his arm and pointed outward, murmuring:
“The Fifth Ring of the Canopy Mirror Bloodline…”
“…the Ring of Twins.”