Survive on the Train, I Can Sublimate Everything! - Chapter 1572 Chapter 1572: Longing? Pursuit? Transcending? / Phantasm Dragon Emperor · Mousi? Oku

Chapter 1572: Longing? Pursuit? Transcending? / Phantasm Dragon Emperor · Mousi?

[ Blasphemy Card · XIII · Word Chaser ]

[ Trace Collection: Consume one point of Mental Power to drop a whisper ahead, up to three points, once per day ]

[ Life Seeking: Listen to that whisper, seek the distant future, find the path forward, and find the future to continue pursuing ]

[ Fortune and Misfortune: Remove three whispers to grant others fortune and adversity, good and bad, opposite to one’s own, as dictated by the self ]

[ Heart Chasing: Can only be used by consuming all [bad luck] [Mental Power] [Stamina]? ]

[ Note: This is an object of Blasphemy. ]

[ Note 2: This is an object of pursuit.. ]

[ Note 3: To pursue a person, to see that person’s back, to not be left behind, solely for another… Is this considered moving forward? ]

[ Note 4: Why not? Moving forward is enough, no matter the reason. ]

[ Note 5: Chasing footprints on the wilderness is far from enough. What you want to see is the back, you want to walk by his side, you want to become a partner in this era capable of catching up to him. You want… to find him when no one else can. ]

[ Note 6: You wonder… will there be a time when he is exhausted and stagnant? No, there won’t. So you won’t be either. ]

[ Note 7: You are Zhao Lin, the second place of this era. You like this ranking, but if one day, the person at the very front needs help. You want to become that assistance; you do not want to be a weakling who forever gazes up at the sky, forever follows the earth, and forever resides under the protection of the strong. Your longing is him; your longing is pursuit, is that back, is… transcending him? Yes, Ye Qiyan. ]

[ ???: When at a loss, that voice seeks direction for you. ]

[ …: When needed, whether good or bad luck, it will exist for you. ]

A new Blasphemy Card was born!

Whether in Order Heaven or above the wilderness.

Everyone possessing a Card Series and a Blasphemy Card felt the exact same aura at this moment.

“My my~”

Afuxiao drew the bowstring of her Bow of Love fully. The battlefield she was in was quite far from Sielin, but she could still feel the birth of the new Blasphemy Card.

A flash of playfulness crossed her eyes as she said with a smile:

“Little Stars, among you people of the Emperor Sequence, there is another Blasphemy Card. How amazing, and this card…

Fate category?

No, not fate, but luck?

Well~ I don’t get it, but Little Sister Zhao is still very weak, hehe, what will happen next?”

Her arrow was fired out.

It shot and killed the legion commander, who was full of panic and whose connection to the hive mind was interrupted by this bizarre fear.

Inside the capital of Order Heaven.

“Did it succeed? Mhm, if it’s Little Sister Zhao, she can definitely sense it completely. Word Chaser… Pfft… She really is~~ not reserved at all~ Tee-hee.”

Myriad Star Path was located inside the Hall of Order, her feet surrounded entirely by frozen earth and Order Keepers who had been silently frozen one by one.

They all maintained their appearances from when they were alive, seemingly completely unaware that they were already dead.

“Are you still alive?”

Inside the command post.

Myriad Star Path walked in with a beaming smile.

“Not completely dead.”

A voice came from the corner.

Fan Huo, with only the upper half of his body left and the other half trapped in the ice, bit down on a cigar and took a fierce puff.

“Cough…”

This was the first time he had coughed from smoking a cigar.

“That guy Qiandao Turing is also still alive…”

He used the half-smoked cigar to point at Qiandao Turing not far away, who was frozen yet still maintained signs of life, and was desperately trying to glare at Myriad Star Path with his eyes, wanting her to let him out.

Fan Huo smoked the remaining half of the cigar dry.

“Do me a favor…”

Myriad Star Path lightly tapped her finger, and the scattered cigar on the ground flew directly into his mouth and lit up automatically.

Fan Huo looked at the large screen that was not completely broken yet.

On it was the exact scene inside Sielin at this moment.

“A Blasphemy Card… So Little Sister Zhao Lin is the owner of the next one, hehe.”

“Yes, it’s her, not strange at all. If she couldn’t get it, that would actually be what’s truly strange, tee-hee.”

Myriad Star Path had no intention of releasing Qiandao Turing. After confirming that Fan Huo was not dead, she turned around and left.

Fan Huo remained speechless. Behind him, the War Cards rose again with the lighting of the cigar, converging into a ring.

Until she disappeared from here, his mental state and Stamina, which were on the verge of collapse, continued to be squeezed out under this heavily injured condition.

“The war is not over yet. I cannot fall.”

Myriad Star Path walked out of the command post, softly humming her own prophetic poem.

“The dormant life has arrived~, the cold-weather bird in the snow and wind searches for its past~”

“La la la~ Transcendent Annihilation and the like are the most annoying. Brother Ye, come on~ You must win, no, you will definitely win~”

————

Sielin.

Space shattered!

Countless spatial turbulence swept outward! Yet it just so happened to graze past Zhao Lin’s side without harming her even in the slightest.

An expensive, gorgeous white Train topped with an oversized super drill was running on the black tracks constantly spreading out. Right in front of this Train, a half-human, half-dragon figure was being madly rammed by the drill!

At the top of this Train, the black-haired young man stood there, his face filled with battle intent.

His gaze swept across the ground, seeing Zhao Lin, and also seeing that brand-new Blasphemy Card.

“Congratulations.”

These short three words were exchanged for another sentence.

“Good luck, Brother Qiyan.”

This was the second blessing.

There was no change; it was still the same as usual, with nothing at all.

Behind the Train, Ye Qiyan’s partners also flew out.

The power of the Dreamweaver was completely exhausted within these three wasteland days.

When Heinz threw that long saber back into the wall of records.

This dream had only the last bit left.

“Next time, keep calling me.”

“Okay.”

Between men, not too many words were needed.

The final power of the wall of records converged into Ye Qiyan’s body.

That majestic Mental Power and Stamina only had one last chance of use remaining.

Yet Mousi did not die, even after being besieged with all their might by Ye Qiyan and his partners in the Imaginary Space for a full three wasteland days.

It was only battered and embarrassed, having not reached the state of death.

The very second they returned to the wilderness.

A large number of Zerg instantly died suddenly, transforming into pure life, forcibly used by the hive mind to recover it.

If these lives entered Mousi’s body, everything done previously would be in vain.

In the Focal Guild’s livestream room, countless people watched this scene and sighed continuously.

But…

“Hahaha!”

Mousi let out wild laughter.

It accepted those lives without a care in the world, yet its own Stamina had not recovered.

Why?

Because of Judgment.

At this moment, if Zhao Xi were here, she would definitely be able to see that as many as seven Judgments had already appeared on Mousi’s body.