Just the thought of such a scene made his mouth almost water.

Other things aside, all the spiritual constructions from Mercury's workshops were stored in the warehouse storage!

Once Ji Jue finished repairing the Doomsday Special Train, he could invest resources into reconstruction at any time—enough to stimulate the Control Power supporting the cycle of Realm Splitting Reincarnation, the Melting Furnace and equipment of the same model as the Saints, as well as the many technical achievements left by Mercury. With the supply from the Wanxiang Engine, coupled with the mobility of the Doomsday Special Train...

What would Ji Jue have to fear by then?

Even if the sky fell and the earth cracked, at worst he could just take his friends and family and run away. Even if he encountered Jian Yuan again, that old man who carried his workshop everywhere, he could let him taste what it was like to clash workshops!

Although that day was still far away...

But there was no need to rush, just take it slowly.

The path was right under his feet, someday.

Click!

The heavily locked doors opened before his eyes, and he had directly entered the core, reaching the engine room.

On the barely connected pipes around him, there were still traces of Ji Jue's temporary emergency welding and patches, and many more temporarily rigged cables lay scattered on the ground.

At this moment, with the final seal opening, slowly rising from the darkness, was the steel heart taller than Ji Jue himself—the true heart of the train.

—The Wanxiang Engine!

"It's been a few days, how have you been?"

Ji Jue reached out, pressing his hand on the engine's casing, feeling the immense soul sleeping within, and even its unconditional affinity and dependence on him.

A distant throbbing sound emerged from the engine, echoing.

As if it had opened its eyes from a drowsy slumber.

Staring.

"I've found something good for you."

Ji Jue shook the Shoushan copper ingot in his hand, telling it, "I can finally maintain the four reactors for you, I'll take apart the outside parts in a bit, don't be scared."

The engine remained silent, frictional sounds arose, and the outer seals all unlocked.

And then, beneath Ji Jue's jacket, silver light surged, seeped out, enveloping his body, fell down, and reformed like a coat of steel.

Behind him, a series of mechanical arms appeared, took shape, and unfolded, one after another, supporting his body, bringing him above the engine.

Ji Jue didn't even need to move a finger; three restructured Mercury-built arms extended out, their ends changing shape, acting like jacks to pry open the gap.

Then, a small-scale gantry crane took shape, lifting the heavy casing and setting it aside.

The complex interior was revealed.

Ji Jue carefully navigated around the complex spiritual constructions to avoid causing damage, focused on the physical operations, disassembling layer by layer, finally exposing the four massive reaction chambers outside the core.

The burning and conversion of fuel were completed here.

However, after so many years of abandonment and previous rough usage, the residual dirt and wear inside were too severe, affecting the operational efficiency.

But even the incomplete ash and oily grime left from burning were useful things that Ji Jue could reuse today. They were all stripped clean by flowing Mercury and stored in other containers.

In just a few minutes, the blackened interior of the reaction chamber had been restored to cleanliness, washed clean, with not even a speck of dust left behind.

Then, the dire wear and tear came into sight.

Inside the reaction chamber, the original plating had almost completely vanished, and there were even traces of extensive metal corrosion and indentations, countless tiny cracks, and the uncontrolled high temperatures had almost leaked out, nearly burning through the entire engine.

Looking at the traces left behind, estimating the time...

As the culprit, Ji Jue's heart grew heavier.

The engine was silent, the faint humming resonated like the distant songs of whales, utterly indifferent.

"I know, there's no need to comfort me."

Ji Jue sighed deeply, feeling a sense of relief that he was well-prepared this time; otherwise, he would have been embarrassed again.

Upon testing the main structure of the reaction chamber, he found that apart from the corroded and burnt parts, it was still as stable as a mountain and did not need replacing. It was sufficient to use materials of adequate specifications to repair the damaged parts.

For the entire afternoon, Ji Jue moved back and forth inside and outside the train, even rushing an emergency delivery from Tianping Commerce.

Over hundreds of years, the development of materials science had undergone a revolutionary change. In terms of heat resistance and stability, there were plenty of new choices—it was just a matter of money, not difficult.

All Ji Jue had to do was shape and repair, transfer and infuse the original spiritual structure to avoid conflict, much like a bricklayer.

The most important thing was the final Shoushan copper plating.

Extremely delicate and stable, after nine processes by Ji Jue, its stability was nearly perfect. Heat resistance and corrosion resistance were simply part of its job. Now, processing with Non-attack and going through multiple steps of Fluid Alchemy and Modern Alchemy, it was flawless.

Yet even so, when it came time to try starting it, Ji Jue couldn't help but feel anxious.

Not until the deep whale song gradually crescendoed from a whisper to a fervent aria.

A jubilant hymn!

Within the chorus of countless metals, he wiped the sweat from his face, stepped back, and admired the scene before him.

After investing so much time and resources, this train was finally able to function at a minimal level. Had it failed, he wouldn't have had enough spiritual reserves or fuel to support another trial start-up.

Regrettably, the train spirit remained frail and drowsy.

Once fallen and abandoned for hundreds of years after a crash, having suffered so much torment and abuse, even though it had been reborn through Ji Jue, the toll it had taken was too great.

It was only a matter of time until Ji Jue's skill and abilities improved before he could slowly heal and repair it.

As the engine trial came to an end, the spiritual intelligence was about to fall back into a deep slumber.

Before that, Ji Jue finally couldn't resist asking, "Do you know what the current state is inside the Sky Rail?"

A faint hum rose again, a vague reply came through.

It conveyed a sense of bewilderment.

Following that, images from the past floated into his mind.

Amidst endless dark clouds, the Doomsday Special Train, on the brink of collapse, completely lost power, wounded beyond recovery. It fell from breaking apart and burning.

With all its might, it emitted its final cry.

Yet in the distance, there was no response.

Utter silence.

Thus, after breaking through layer after layer of the Boundary Membrane, countless streams of light dissipated, leaving nothing but desolation.

It fell alone into the narrow Crack Realm.

Falling apart.

This was the Doomsday Special Train's last scene.

"..."

Ji Jue felt the first-person perspective images that surfaced in his mind, containing the conditions inside the train and the scenery, even down to the time displayed on the dashboard.

More than two hundred years ago...

Just a few months difference from the day mentioned in "Wanxiang General Knowledge," when Sky Rail Transportation went bankrupt and closed!

Before that, the Doomsday Special Train had suffered a heavy blow...

No, by that time, the condition of Sky Rail might have already been far from optimistic.

"What exactly happened?"

He demanded to know.

His groggy soul struggled to function, and scattered words from the communication with Mechanical Descent emerged in Ji Jue's mind.

[Mission, Responsibility, Duty] it said, [Must, complete.]

With stumbling words, countless shattered images and fragments flooded into Ji Jue's brain, pulling him in an instant, plunging him into the time hundreds of years prior.

The records and the past were so complex and vast that they were difficult to piece together.

It wasn't just the Doomsday Special Train alone, there were many other perspectives, scenes perceived by more colossal entities.

For an instant, he saw the vast present world under his feet, radiantly splendid, shining so brightly. But then, after countless fragments, that clear and massive world was shrouded in gloom, countless cracks emerged from it.

Void tracks interwove with each other like blood vessels, but the vessels were gradually breaking and shattering, vanishing without a trace.

Endless darkness gushed forth.

And in the darkness, dazzling beams of light appeared, as if stars were twinkling, including 'himself'!

Majestic whale songs echoed intermittently, filling the void and darkness, encompassing everything!

Once more drawing in the countless void tracks, turning.

The scene changed again to one of endless falls and breaks, the scenery during repairs, burning buildings, collapsing Crack Realms, arguing figures, corpses, ruins, and desolate lands, surging flames...

But no matter how it all changed, the grand whale songs were a constant presence in his ears.

Slowly, from being boundless, they became fleeting, descending from piercing to somber.

Companions' responses, fewer and farther between.

The last complete scene that materialized was the Doomsday Special Train rushing through the void, as though hurtling through the cosmos, yet without a star in sight.

Only eternal nothingness.

Trailing from the star-like fierce lights came dazzling trajectories, lingering.

It was precisely because of this that the vast entity rising from the depths of darkness was sketched out, like a blazing sun, radiating tumultuous Flame Light, distorting space. So flamboyantly enchanting, yet the light had no color, only cold emptiness.

That was a nothingness even purer than darkness.

Merely perceiving from the memories made Ji Jue's soul tremble, unable to glimpse its true form. What he felt was unparalleled fear...

It was right behind him, relentlessly in pursuit!

Storms of nothingness swept through, striking, with the shell crying under the unbearable burden, sounds of shattering coming constantly. The roars and bellowing of the Boundary Membrane breaking and space obliterating spread.

Then, Ji Jue realized...

It wasn't that It was chasing after them.

Instead, they were dragging It, forward!

Sky Rail rotated, countless light trajectories tangled like chains upon that indescribable darkness of the Dark Star, as numerous as moths futilely restraining a giant, vainly flinging themselves into the flames.

Explosive sounds filled the air, incessant.

The whale song's lamentation reverberated.

And it, still dragging the chains, unfolded its Invisible wings again and again.

Amid the intermittent whale songs, hundreds of Special Trains operated at high pitches, singing persistently.

Must go forward, must not stop.

Mission... must be completed... Duty... must be completed... World... must be completed!!!

Sky Rail must keep rotating, even if it meant sacrificing everything!

Until a miracle came about, until everything turned to dust!

Until all was reformed from termination, Wanxiang would be reborn at the edge of despair!

They flew from the darkness, dragging chains, endlessly.

Onward.

Until a massive Crack realm unfolded like a cage in front, slowly, swallowing the star bursting with boundless darkness, closing bit by bit.

Its destined mission, approaching its end.

The lone whale song echoed in the nothingness, without any further response.

It watched as one by one, stars left behind, continuing toward their eternal duties.

From its exhaustion, it began to fall...

The memory ended there.

Ji Jue opened his eyes, breathing heavily.

The engine's final gentle song resonated by his ear, fading gradually.

No need to fear, no need to be scared.

This was merely a memory and duty that once belonged to it.

But still, too many questions remained unsolved, too many problems without answers.

"I always feel that the troubles of the future are growing..."

Ji Jue sighed, collapsing in the chair.

But the more things there are, the less worrying they become, just as lice become bearable once plentiful.

Even if troublesome, it was too distant.

Without any sense of reality.

Less frightening than the balance on a bank card...

He sighed, closed his eyes, and fell into an exhausted sleep.

Until the next morning arrived.

The phone screen lit up.

Incoming call.

"Have you finished with your things?" Professor Ye asked bluntly.

"Um, just about."

Ji Jue got up, rubbing his face, "Just some loose ends, but nothing problematic."

Then he heard the teacher's voice:

"Come to the workshop."

The call ended.

Ji Jue, instantly alert.

Got up.

There was work to do!

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