As if suddenly, he had become an ant and dust, for before his eyes, a towering high mountain rose up, making everything else seem so insignificant.

He couldn't help but tremble.

However, the multitude of essence-carrying images continued unabated, as if some pathway hidden at the base of the altar had been activated. Thus, through that secret connection, even more distant scenes came into his field of vision.

The deepest darkness of Spring City.

Bound within Spring City by invisible chains, as if enveloped in a Boundary Membrane akin to the Time Ruins, was a colossal ruin that, despite countless years, still belched smoke and flame.

Among the shattered remnants lay a massive wreckage, hundreds of meters long, like a beached whale leaning on the ruins. From decay and deterioration, its steel skeleton and cables were exposed.

Amid countless broken creations throbbed a steel heart, struggling against the Erosion, so feeble it seemed on the verge of collapse, yet it still persevered in its operation. Immense amounts of spiritual matter breathed within it, and a slight leak stirred up tumultuous waves from the darkness. Each surge almost dislodged the ruins from Spring City but they were held captive by ghostly chains, unable to break free.

It was an engine.

Ji Jue's eyes unwittingly widened as he tried to discern more carefully.

But the vision blurred abruptly and rapidly dissipated.

A stooped figure standing right in front of the engine suddenly turned around as if sensing something.

The face was hairless, wrinkled with age, so very old.

But most striking were those emerald eyes.

Indifferent and unfathomable, like a dark cave leading to an unknown place, yet at the deepest part of the cave surged a bizarre Flame Light reaching the heavens!

Just one glance.

Instantly, all perceptions vanished.

Ji Jue staggered backward, his body dripping with cold sweat, and beneath his feet, the last remnants of the altar crumbled away.

It was only a fleeting glimpse from a great distance, but instinctively he felt that if that old man noticed him, there would certainly be no good outcome.

Though they had never met face to face, he was absolutely certain that this was the man who had discarded the title of master craftsman like a worn-out shoe, embraced the domain of Zhi Fu, and ruled over You Sui...

Jian Yuan!

Yet, despite this, he found it difficult to focus on that face, for the scene emerging in his mind was that of the very engine he had glimpsed just moments ago.

In particular, the mark atop the engine, all too familiar to him...

Ji Jue stood rigidly in place, struggling to lower his head to look at his wrist.

Sky Rail!

There could be no other possibility.

Was there still a piece of a Sky Rail Group train wrecked in Spring City?!

"Let's go."

Having finished packing up, Tong Shan signaled with a wave of his hand.

But after walking a few steps, he looked back confusedly, noticing Ji Jue still stood motionless in the same spot.

"Hey, repairman, quit daydreaming," Tong Shan said, "Time is precious."

Ji Jue didn't speak.

He lifted his gaze toward the corner of the vault.

Among dust and rubble, that lone dog... out of nowhere, lacking its usual warmth and eagerness, timid as though it had secretly hidden bones and canned food and had been discovered nibbling a hole in the bedsheet.

Its eyes cast downward, tail still not wagging.

Standing in the corner, head bowed, yet its eyes could not help but stealthily glance at him.

After a discreet sniff, it whimpered soundlessly.

As if imploring.

Ji Jue closed his eyes, looked skyward, and sighed wordlessly.

I knew there was no good in getting involved with your bankrupt company, I knew that damn CEO wasn't coming to visit his staff out of goodwill...

But what a mess you all have left behind!

We didn't even sign a contract, why make it hard for this temp worker?

...

Ji Jue remained silent, expressionlessly withdrawing his gaze.

The president looked down dejectedly.

And then, he heard Ji Jue's voice.

He kicked a mutilated corpse on the floor to flip over an unfamiliar face and suddenly asked, "Shan, do you think I look anything like him?"

Tong Shan frowned reflexively.

He was about to correct him that during work hours titles matter, and laborers are known by their function, but then he suddenly realized what Ji Jue meant, and he stood frozen in place.

His reflexive objection:

"No way!"

Ji Jue shrugged, "But isn't this better?"

"I said no way!"

Tong Shan grew furious, raising his voice, "I'm the captain here, I make the decisions."

"But I'm an outsourced worker, the kind that hasn't signed a contract," Ji Jue said with a smile, watching him, "Besides, you know this is clearly better, right?"

So Tong Shan fell silent, without words.

But in this far too brief moment, there was no time for delay.

A decision had to be made, immediately.

He suppressed his weary sigh, finally asking, "Have you decided?"

"Yeah," Ji Jue nodded, removing trivial items from his body one by one, dropping them into his toolbox, "There are some things I want to see for myself, have to see.

And a craftsman? Lou Feng will suffice, right? Besides, maybe I can find news of his aunt."

...

Suddenly, Tong Shan asked, "What about identity verification?"

Ji Jue shook his head indifferently, "The central system is right there, couldn't I just change it as I wish?"

"What about the Mutated Aura?" Tong Shan frowned.

Ji Jue grinned, pulling out the Bone Knife with a flourish. The Mutated Aura emerged from his soul, naturally as if he were born with it, "Do you think I don't resemble a Mutated Transformation?"

"And your face?" Tong Shan inquired.

"As for the face, don't worry, a full makeover is simple."

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