Yang Zicang’s eyes widened in sudden alarm, followed by a deafening explosion within his mind.

In that momentary lapse of mental focus, the spherical eyeball hovering above continued its synchronized assault—and finally found an opening to invade his consciousness!

“Stop… this! Everyone… kill him!”

Boundless hatred and the aura of death began to pervade Yang Zicang’s heart. The long-silenced illusory voices echoed once more in his mind, like countless leaves rustling and colliding. Inside the deepest pocket of his coat, a small beehive came to life as a few ethereal bees instantly darted into his skull to sting. The newly born waves of panic, collapse, tension, resentment, and confusion—began to fade considerably.

“Hong Haocheng!!”

Rustle, rustle–

Morrie and Julia tried to react, but their steps were unsteady, their souls turned cold, as if the world was retreating rapidly while they plunged into an abyss…

They couldn’t help but look at each other and stretched out their hands…

{Ah! Sister!}

Boom! At the opposite end of the hall, an explosion suddenly erupted. Countless agonized, shadowy figures burst open like blasted human-shaped pulp. The little girl with fangs charged from the side of the hall with a bang.

She was like a high-speed cannonball, knocking Zhao Yun, who was charging with his spear, against the wall with a thud. Then, turning wildly, she furiously rammed into the White Shadow Nian Dragon that was tearing toward the thread-thin lines around Morrie and Julia.

Boom! This little creature’s slap possessed the might to split rocks; the corpse aura newly surging from her hand caused even the White Shadow Nian Dragon’s form to ripple and spread apart. Yang Zicang, radiating a furious, maddened aura, charged straight at the cold, indifferent, cheetah-like frame of the boy in the center of the hall.

And in that very instant, with the thread-like “trajectory route,” which carried the soul it gripped, clamped between his teeth, Hong Haocheng’s agile feet leaped out in a single fluid motion. His body had already spun behind Yang Zicang, moving at a speed incredible beyond anything before, far more formidable than in any earlier “Lost Form.”

“Exquisite flavor…”

A crazed smile spread across Hong Haocheng’s face.

Bang! Even Yang Zicang failed to grab hold of that figure—a small girl kicked off the ground and leapt nearly ten meters, ramming her onto the ground! She pinned his hand firmly.

{Don’t, hurt, sister!}

Cheng Yunze rose to his feet, looking at the chaos far away. It all happened in just an instant.

The carriage, the silhouettes, the dust…

“Morrie!” Yang Zicang’s eyes were splitting with rage. The speakers above his head thrummed with murmurs once more, making the young man’s skin tremble all over.

Su-E activated her power, grabbing Morrie in a hug as she rolled. The carriage swiftly swallowed him up. But it was useless—the extended line of his soul did not break.

A rotating black vortex emerged behind Hong Haocheng’s head.

“Haocheng!” The people from 23rd City cried out in terror.

After several moments of hesitation from Cheng Yunze, just as the Moon Angel was about to charge forward, Zhao Yun beside him suddenly thrust out a spear of bursting air, pinning it in front of Cheng Yunze.

“I’m not clear as to what ‘Xiongying’ really is, but I do know this: Our deal is off!”

“You!” Cheng Yunze glared furiously at the young man whose black hat had been flung away to God knows where. The Moon Angel did not dare leave his side at all.

From the other end of the great hall, a black vortex shot an eerie red spear, flying out in a flash. Hong Haocheng—twisting his waist like a pressed cat breaking free of pressure—escaped the little zombie girl’s grip. The devouring of the two white threads in his mouth became even faster, and he charged scrambling forward with incredible speed.

Bang! The spear struck his shoulder blade, carrying his body forward as Yang Zicang surged in like a demon king, vowing to take his life.

But at that moment, a monstrous surge of corpse aura erupted within the hall.

Inside the train, Morrie staggered to his feet, the lines on his body continuously slipping away.

“Let… me out. My… love… is still over there…”

Xiao Machao hesitated for a moment, then turned back and opened the door beside Julia.

Morrie’s blurry eyes glanced at a nearby scene: the frenzied little zombie indiscriminately attacked anyone in front of her, and Yang Zicang was sent flying by her palm strike, slamming into the wall.

His body swayed, and knowing time was running out, Morrie stumbled down from the train with unsteady steps. He slowly walked over to the fallen Julia, knelt down, and took the woman’s hand.

Just then, the distant Hong Haocheng, who was leaping about, had already sucked the two strands of soul energy into his mouth as if slurping a long ramen noodle.

Slurp, slurp…

[I, the Mysterious Triangle, have obtained a complete set of Five Ring Traveler bloodline.]

The daze vanished, and the boy stood frozen in place.

Yang Zicang felt blood leaking from his eyes. He had lost all control over his throat and couldn’t scream. But boundless hatred was gathering, brewing, and exploding in his mind…

[I am Hong Haocheng, I am the future Hong Haocheng… In ten thousand years, I anchor a new possibility for the world.]

[Brave forward, me.]

[I completed a mission that was originally impossible.]

The little girl, sensing her sister’s life force fading, looked up and screamed wildly, countless voices of men and women roaring simultaneously within her cries.

This single shout caused the eyeballs of all the floating orbs in the great hall to explode, as if the corpse energy nurtured here far exceeded the level of something like the Demon Hall.

Suddenly, a coffin slammed down upside-down, pressing down on her as she looked up and howled, with Zilong Jun’s palm pressing firmly against the inverted coffin.

Deprived of the soundwave interference, Yang Zicang shot up in a rage, the quadrilateral on his chest rapidly expanding, transforming his entire body into a humanoid weapon as he charged at Hong Haocheng, who stood there slowly turning around.

[Everyone, invest in me——!]

[I receive an investment of 5321.74N from An Jixiu.]

[Li Mi invests 500N in me.]

[Miss Yeji from the Waste Capital invests 666N in me.]

{You will accumulate a time sequence exceeding ten thousand years, Yang Zicang!}

Crimson flames instantly erupted from Yang Zicang’s body, as intense as the rising sun.

[Everyone, invest in me! Or I’ll tear this city down!]

Boom!

A fist, carrying brilliant radiance, slammed into the boy before him.

Yang Zicang felt a surge of blood rushing to his head, as if it would blow his skull off. He threw a punch, and in the instant the boy dodged, a black hole in his palm abruptly erupted into a long spear trailing a red afterimage!

The spear struck the boy’s body with a thud, but failed to penetrate.

[I neutralized 20000N!]

“You think that’s all, you Beast?!”

With a muffled blast, flesh and blood sprayed into a blur—Hong Haocheng’s swiftly blocking arm was instantly reduced by nearly half, blown away.

“Haocheng, run!”

At that moment, the pain finally snapped the boy back to his senses.

Yang Zicang turned back in fury, and in an instant, two shards flew toward the man from the Red Model of the 23rd City who had warned Hong Haocheng to be careful.

Hong Haocheng leaped out nimbly, intending to protect the two under Yang Zicang’s attack.

“So you used twenty thousand years of Amplified Chrono to guard this spot, but where did the rest go? Did you allocate it to every vital part of your body?”

The long spear twisted and vanished with a whoosh, only to reappear instantly at a spot behind Hong Haocheng.

With a heavy thud, one of the two was saved by Cheng Yunze, while the other’s head exploded.

The spear thrust forward, but Hong Haocheng twisted his waist eerily—his pupils lit up a second ring with visible strain, and his body nearly drifted sideways to dodge.

Silver-white and crimson threads flickered through the air.

{Since you’re determined to leave, I’ll help you to the end.}

[Luo Bin has allocated an investment of 9999N.]

[Chu Qiang has allocated an investment of 500N.]

[The Monster Hunter Alliance invested 1000N in me.]

[I received a 9999N investment from the Monster Hunter faction’s board of directors.]

Boom! A figure, like a fast-moving boulder, crashed into Hong Haocheng.

[I received a total lifespan investment of 40000N from 25 people, which is the upper limit the Great Quadrilateral can currently bear.]

[Because I am the Great Quadrilateral, I can amplify everything by four times.]

The number within the ring on his chest instantly reset to zero. Ten thousand years of Time-sequence Expansion enveloped his entire body, unleashing a golden, sun-like radiance!

“Die!!”

Boom! Within the great hall, a thunderous, surging flash of light erupted.

[I obtained the complete Traveler bloodline.]

[According to the memories of the future.]

[I know that to awaken the secret energy contained within each ring of the bloodline, one needs to receive the response of at least seven Spirit Halls.]

[The Hall of Turbulent Current is shining upon me.]

The instant Hong Haocheng’s body was shattered by the fist covered in orange radiance, a brilliant white light appeared within the boy’s body, like a bright moon slowly revealing itself.

From within the broken body, a moonlight-like, tender radiance absorbed and held the shattered fragments.

[Legend says the moon has five phases, reflecting all things in the night.]

[Because I have obtained the Traveler’s complete five-ring bloodline… Therefore, when the Spirit Hall responds, all injuries are completely healed.]

The blasted-apart body drew back together again, even the previous injuries were restored.

Yang Zicang, with a crazed expression, grabbed Hong Haocheng by the neck and lifted him up, saying:

“You piece of trash! You called back from the future just to make me spare you?! Aaaahhh!”

Boom! As the second fist struck, the Moon Angel blocked it in front of the fist; the streaks of light exploded into a cloud of dust.

The White Shadow Nian Dragon rushed in and bit down on Hong Haocheng’s Psychic Body, instantly tearing off a chunk of energy.

The next second, the White Shadow Nian Dragon’s head exploded with a bang.

“Ahh!” A wave of exclamations swept through the scene.

“What if I said this is all a misunderstanding… would you believe me?” Hong Haocheng, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke.

The extremely resilient Moon Angel continued its frantic clash against Yang Zicang.

Yang Zicang was beyond listening to a single word from him. At this moment, every shred of the youth’s will was dedicated to one belief: killing him. This put the two little bees in the small hive into such a frenzy that their wings were nearly broken from exhaustion.

Woooosh! A silver long spear wreathed in orange flames shot toward the distant Cheng Yunze. The Moon Angel rapidly retreated and blocked the spear. Ribs outlined by light beams instantly shattered.

A circular ring of light ignited around Hong Haocheng’s pupils, and with a  swish , he slipped free from Yang Zicang’s grip.

Yang Zicang pointed a finger at Hong Haocheng and roared in rage, as the silver long spear bearing orange flames crashed down with a thunderous force.

Hong Haocheng raised a single hand, blocking the thrusting spear. Ripple energy spread from between the spear tip and his palm, dragging his body backward.

He also initiated a financing that spanned over ten thousand years. Amidst the relentless investments from countless people in Wushu City, their timelines canceled each other out in a frantic frenzy.

In the boy’s eyes, intricate trajectories materialized within Yang Zicang’s charging back profile.

[Trajectory delineation, 100 percent complete.]