Chapter 162: The Battle of Day and Night – 3

A total of thirty-five divine stones had already been collected. Within the next half hour, two more seals were broken, bringing the count to thirty-seven.
Xingmiao turned his ethereal head and looked at the remaining stones beside him, saying:
“In another hour, these seals will be completely undone.”
Luo Bin leaned forward in slight panic and asked:
“Is the Editor-in-Chief really strong? Is this enough?”
The few people around were all fixedly staring at this shattered bone phantom.
Countless broken lines flickered and darted through the air in all directions. Star Miao, looking at the anxious people around him and these subtle broken lines rippling like a net of waves, raised a hand to stop Yang Zicang from continuing the connection, and said:
“When she first came long ago, she wasn’t very strong. She might be a bit stronger now, so I’ve prepared a bit more.”
Suddenly, Star Miao’s hazy eyes stared in one direction.
“She’s here.”
An inexplicable sense of panic lingered through the heavens and earth. A snowy white figure appeared on the distant horizon.
Ssshh—
The train screeched to a halt on the ground amidst streaks of smoke and dust.
The junior reporters descended one after another, some passing through the train compartments, some staying outside.
Every screen in Hub Town displayed what was happening here, but the video signal was very poor, showing only blurry, flickering images.
Yang Zicang suddenly felt two weighty gazes fix on him, sweeping over him before looking ahead into the dark land.
As stood on the murky horizon, the hazy figure ahead seemed like the only light swaying in the vast night, bringing a patch of radiance spreading over the earth.
She looked like a nimble silhouette casually painted by an artist’s brushstroke of muted white against darkness, exceptional and unmatched.
“You guys shouldn’t go forward,” Star Miao said as he stood up.
{Who are you?}
Two little reporters nestle up to Xingmiao, one touching with its small hand a newly grown cheekbone on his face. Wherever its little hand goes, a faint glow shimmering with crystalline light flickers in and out of visibility.
“I… I am…”
Several people are shocked to find that Xingmiao’s voice is actually a little choked up. But in the end, he never says who he is.
The other one flies to his head, curiously looking at him from left and right, and even taps the newly attached cranial bone piece with its small hand, producing a “hollow hollow” sound.
Snap snap, two crisp sounds, and the chains on the last two Divine Stones also snap and fall apart.
“The last two have been unsealed together as well!”
Luo Bin watches these two debris bones merging into the battered body.
“That fast?”
Suddenly, the golden chains scattered on the ground swiftly tear through space, appearing beside that outstanding figure, integrating into the woman’s body.
The little reporters suddenly scatter around, and the next second, Xingmiao zooms out wrapped in a big blanket, the giant blanket transformed from the veil draped like a cloak over its shoulders, floating and dropping down a dozen meters.
It hovers in the high sky ahead, gazing down at the flickering figure below.
“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, yet you’ve always been afraid to show up. Now, you have finally come.”
The woman’s face is cold and expressionless, “Xingmiao, do you really want to do this?”
A fierce qi emanates from her, like a mountain pressing straight toward the sky; just by standing there, it’s as if she becomes a world of her own.
The entire earth seems to prostrate itself at her feet.
“Yes, compared to the past, you have finally learned the secret techniques of the Meridian Weavers. It must have been hard on you, as a Pact Moon Emissary.”
The woman’s voice suddenly turned hoarse as she said:
“You still dare to bring up the past? If it’s about the past, you should return to my side, for us…”
“Enough!”
Boom!
Yang Zicang only felt a blur before his eyes, and with a thunderous roar, energy clusters danced across the sky.
In the heavens, within the radiant glow, the junior reporters gazed curiously at the figure ahead.
The cloak surged forward with a swoosh, the ground beneath the woman bulging upward, launching her into the sky in an instant as if ascending to the peak of an energy mountain range. With a flick of her finger, a brushstroke slashed down, forming the character for “death.”
The massive script hurtled toward Xingmiao’s figure, its ink-like traces winding around her like ribbons.
Xingmiao gracefully appeared behind the woman, and as the latter turned her head, Xingmiao delivered a resounding oblique palm strike toward her skull.
The cold-faced peerless beauty coldly stared down at the shattered skeletal remains.
[You have truly betrayed me, you fiend.]
Hmm~
The sky rippled out in concentric circles, and at the center, the angelic figure plummeted once again.
“You can already cultivate your incarnated thought body. Sigh…”
Bang! As Xingmiao shattered the woman’s corporeal form, the chaining thought body descending from the sky slowly opened its eyes.
In her gaze, golden light spun slowly, radiating ring after ring of halos.
{Ha—!}
A churning explosion from the depths of the soul; everyone across the Frequency-Lost Land fell to the ground in agony.
Xingmiao looked up with a glare, “How dare you!”
{This is the New World we desired, this is my New World—here, all temporal sequences bend to my will.}
Tens of streams of pure white light pierced through the gloomy clouds like sunlight.
{Xingmiao, I’ll give you one more chance: return to my embrace and become my Moon Angel!}
Then, more rays of light struggled and tore across the heavens.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Across the land, countless creatures and monsters burst apart. The rings marked with numbers like 7Y, 1N, and 26R rose in unison, streaking like meteors and instantly teleporting onto her body.
Xingmiao’s voice was heavy.
“That little girl I once had to protect… she grew up able to become such a formidable powerhouse on her own. I’m truly relieved.”
At that moment, the entire land was filled with cries of devastation.
The broken, floating skeletons stared down at the earth with cracked skulls, their aura growing ever darker.
{Still unwilling, huh.}
“Ha.” Xingmiao gave a cold sneer. “I’ve never lost control—you simply… forgot.”
It gently raised a hand, and from all over, more rocks broke free from the earth to float on their own. Bang-bang-bang-bang, they shattered into dust, condensing into energy that formed fragmented bones, arcing across the sky as they gathered from over thousands of miles.
The land of lost frequencies began to quake, with countless fissures spreading like veins, as if it were about to shatter into pieces.
The editor-in-chief cast a cold, sweeping gaze downward:
{So you’re unafraid of the earth’s destruction.}
“This mere corner of the world can indeed be destroyed. But ‘the future’ cannot become the past.”
Xing Miao, with his cloak trailing, surged straight upward, radiating a dazzling light.
Rumble!
After the loss of the sacred stone, violent earthquakes erupted across the world. Chasms appeared one after another, and mountains collapsed time and again. In an instant, the shelters spanning the earth swayed like ships in a storm; houses shattered, and rock walls crumbled with a thunderous roar.
{Traitorous spirit who betrays its master! Die!}
A white figure charged downward, engaging in fierce combat with Xing Miao.
“Get back to Wang Chong’s side now!”
The phantom train hurtled back at breakneck speed.
It could have reached its destination directly, but earthquakes were striking everywhere, and people clinging at the edges of fissures kept plunging into the abyss.
“Help me!”
“Honey, where are you?” Heart-wrenching cries echoed across the wasteland.
“Sigh,” Lou Bin let out a sigh, and Zuo Feixian looked up and said, “Things are still stable around the camp. We could actually take our time.”
Yang Zicang said, “Save whoever we can.”
A massive rift appeared ahead, with countless bursts of magma deep underground faintly casting their glow up to the sky. People who had just fallen into the deep pit were suddenly swallowed whole by a phantom creature—swoosh—clattering against the ground.
“Where am I?”
“Ah, am I dead!”
“Hey? This looks like the subway!”
The train car quickly filled with people. “What is this thing?”
“Oh my god, it looks like a special vehicle from the giant Party A’s cargo fleet.”
“They probably collected the divine stones and gave us a lift while passing by to save us.”
A cacophony of hundreds of people filled the air; some were searching for their hats, others frantically calling out their children’s or relatives’ names within the crowd.
“This train is terrifying, like being back in the rush hour at 8 a.m.”
The train, shrouded in ghostly figures, quickly returned to the camp.
The houses here had already become dangerous structures after the constant earthquakes, with quite a few trees toppled. Fortunately, there were no major cracks, and no one was injured.
“Hurry up and get on board.”
Faced with the eerie, ghostly train, Xu Xiuchuan and others at the camp dared not linger and gritted their teeth as they stepped aboard, enduring the ominous atmosphere.
Inside this carriage, countless phantom figures looked up at Xu Xiuchuan, Wang Chong, and the others. Lyu Zhi, whose broken limbs had already scabbed over, was already in poor spirits and, startled by this, immediately fainted.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
The ground shook violently beneath them, as if cracks were constantly spreading and tearing apart.
Two figures in the sky fought like gods and demons, countless psychic bodies appeared in the air, and a vast army of skeletal remains shrouded the heavens.
They would be destroyed only to rise again, but each reemergence was accompanied by the burst of thousands of bodies on the ground, while halos carrying temporal sequences soared into the sky.
Everywhere across the land, the young reporters were in utter disarray.
{What should we do? The earth is about to be destroyed.}
“The editor-in-chief sister is mean!”
Some of the little ones were already crying out of distress.
Wherever something new appeared on the land, they were there, always carefree.
Even a blooming flower would prompt them to record it, and they could lie on the soft petals, sleeping all day.
But now, the land they loved was falling apart!
Countless precious plants were withering, weak creatures were dying, and humans of lower time-sequences were being killed as time-sequence reserves during the conflict.
“What should we do!”
“What should we do, heroes— please, heroes, think of something!”
The settlement construction teams could barely save themselves and had no clue what to do.
Flames raged everywhere across the wastelands; countless people were in despair, convinced that they wouldn’t survive the night.
Suddenly, the meditation-borne voices of two deep presences echoed across the land.
“We’re still here.”
The two pairs of eyes, sources of these voices within the two driver towns, radiated countless twisted energy networks that spread across the land, connecting with the visible River of Oblivion streams, instantly speeding up the current.
“Oh, those two big lumps can talk!”
“We are the town chiefs! Journalists, bring all your record-keeping pages!”
Following the signal from the two driver towns, the glowing spirits inside the small light clusters quickly pulled out crumpled stacks of paper, curious as they held the white fragments in their hands.
“And then?”
The little journalists asked in confusion.
Two gazes fixed upon the sky, where the battle between Starry Vast and the Editor-in-Chief erupted in waves of fluctuations high above. Although people could not see their fight clearly, a terrifying aura spread layer after layer across the land.
{Send all the news manuscript paper to the Great Star, and have him deliver it to the Stabilizer of the Continent. Only then can we defeat the Editor-in-Chief!}
The voice rang out across every region.
{Daydreaming! Starry Vast, do you think I came here today to die? Unless you truly gather your entire body, you cannot kill me. I am no longer the little girl who used to follow at your heels! Today marks my first step into the New World!}
{All journalists of the New World, spring into action! Send all the basic manuscript paper to the Great Star!}
Hope arose amid the despair of the people.
They saw countless orbs of light streaking across the sky, swiftly heading toward a certain place.
“Great Star?”
Peoples across the land, raising their heads in trepidation: “But who is the Great Star?”