The sea breeze blew. With only Yang Zicang left on the carpet, he immediately turned it and floated down toward the sea surface.
“Chairman Yang, are you going down to search too? “
A head popped out of the seawater.
“Ha, yes. ” Yang Zicang answered without hesitation.
The very air here invigorated him. As if farther from the wood-surge land, his spirit felt more active. The giant carpet rippled and shrank swiftly on the water surface, turning into a silk scarf, which he grabbed as he plunged into the sea.
The temporal lattice positions had reached the seventh million. These accumulated changes in the flow of time elevated the speed of scheduling capability to a new level.
In other words, the gate, which originally only expanded in number, had now transformed into speed.
This ability, nurtured by what many in the cities once called a troublesome glow, now found its answer in this random dimensional ascension during the first stabilization of the gate.
This also counted as a secret and a small bargaining chip for those who had advanced their gates to the seventh position ahead of time.
But it was revealed all at once on my part.
Sinking into the seawater, Yang Zicang did not use his business card but directly burst through the heavy water with explosive speed, turning into a nimble fish-like figure darting into the distance.
Several flickering broken lines transmitted to him.
He could not help but marvel at the abilities of the Holy Swords. With a single thought, Yang Zicang received them, and beneath the seawater, he heard the mental voices of several people.
{President Buchen, have you found anything on your end? }
｛Not yet. What about you?｝
{We’ve already discovered traces of the fourth escape, but we’re still searching. }
{Chairman Yang, what are you going over there for? }
Seeing Yang Zicang’s figure test his speed, pause, and turn movements underwater like an experiment, some gazes that had been closely watching him gradually shifted elsewhere.
{President Buchen must be testing his speed in the water, right? }
After speeding up several times, Yang Zicang paused his movements.
｛I feel like I can’t break the sound barrier here.｝
A voice came through this financing model.
{Of course, it’s very difficult, Chairman Yang. The density of seawater is about eight hundred times that of air. Also, the speed of sound in air is roughly over 340 meters per second, while in seawater it’s over 1,500 meters per second. So it’s extremely difficult to break the speed of sound in water. }
｛I see.｝
Yang Zicang showed a thoughtful expression and mentally said to a blurry figure next to a financier in the image:
｛Thank you for your explanation. It seems I cannot break the speed of sound underwater for now.｝
“You’re welcome, Chairman. Ha-ha… Well, I wish you, Young Chairman Yang, can achieve this goal soon, so I can bask in your reflected glory. “
｛Alright, I’ll practice more. Leave this search direction to me.｝
After saying this, Yang Zicang, like a lively loach underwater, continuously drew several trajectories, swaying left and right in a sudden manner, broke the connection, and then swiftly rushed into the dark depths underwater.
They haven’t noticed that I’ve left.
Yang Zicang thought silently.
It should be possible to give birth to a radiance.
-｛Distributor Loki Tata Mingqi says “question mark. “｝
-｛Distributor Mr. Lay gave me a “Favorable Review. “｝
-｛Distributor Loki Tata Mingqi, with rich experience, excitedly stated that I am nurturing a brand new prelude to brilliance.｝
Several sentences of admiration from the distributors came through the Distribution Beacon.
Yang Zicang’s heart beat slightly twice. His ‘Musing Night’ was expanding, covering the three or four individuals gradually dispersing in the sea area of about one kilometer.
Yang Zicang then quickly turned off the ‘Musing Night’, and his figure, showing traces of Nian Long, rapidly glided into the deep, dark seawater.
The speed was noticeably higher than before.
It was as if he had trained underwater for a long time, as agile as a sea creature that had truly mastered the hidden push and pull forces of the undercurrent.
……
Cheng Yunze quietly stayed inside the carriage.
At this moment, only Tavco and Dian in the next carriage were talking in low voices about what they had seen tonight.
Faced with the capabilities of the group, and Yang Zicang’s almost irreproducible performance, Cheng Yunze, who had once been very confident in himself, began to feel somewhat lost.
He knew that tonight’s horror must have been due to a major upheaval within his own team.
According to the demon train, only he and Wang Zhi would be left in the end.
That was a total wipeout.
This world was truly terrifying. But, if he chose to go back, he feared the gap between himself and these people would only widen.
He pondered the possibility of bringing all the remaining members of his city team along. Now, heading to the next Era Land with the train’s help to cross the sea, and picking up a local power or two from some clans to assist…
This was truly the best opportunity to elevate himself and his team, to catch up with these people in the carriage.
If it were another year or two, or even a few months later, strange things like arriving in Arendelle and immediately encountering weird events, requests to craft some tilted throne, a bizarre incident like that, would be far fewer.
Just as he was thinking, a folded line of thought shot toward him.
Cheng Yunze’s brow gently lifted. He hadn’t expected a private mental connection from Yang Zicang. At least at this moment, his own usefulness was very limited; yang Zicang should have contacted someone else.
“Zicang. ” Cheng Yunze replied in a low voice.
In the sensory image, Yang Zicang was suspended beneath the deep, dark water, nearly merging with the darkness.
{There’s something I need to ask of you. }
“What do you mean? “
{Those friends of ours who came on the broken ship with Zhang Quantou and the others, one of them should have had a Mental Platform implanted, right? }
“Yeah, that’s right. “
“I’d like to trouble you to take the train to the ship over there and pick up two people for me, in the shortest time possible, in a way that stays unnoticed by the people in the sea. They’re only leaving for a few minutes and shouldn’t be discovered, so make it quick.“
Cheng Yunze nodded in agreement without much resistance.
The demon train spun slowly in the seawater, gradually transforming into a mental entity. It flickered its form here and there, revealing a hint of its shape before seizing up a small wake in the water with a whoosh and silently disappearing into the deep sea.
In the seawater, groups of people frantically searching for the five-member team exchanged glowing communication signals as images flashed between them.
Two or three minutes passed, and the man with a Five-Ring Bloodline, submerged in the water, suddenly felt something was missing.
Where were the train and Chairman Yang?
He extended a few Stellar Yuan probes in confusion, broadcasting outward for a limited search, while simultaneously pulling up telepathic transmissions on his chest.
But a gust of wind howled; upon hearing that familiar breeze, he decided nothing was different and continued his search beneath the sea.
The barrier from the Royal Court, he thought with excitement.
Those—the barriers of this world’s kingdoms and hidden forces allied—were one of the few available trump cards they could still wield against the Fogfolk.
If tonight everyone could secure a complete barrier, it would be a heavenly surprise.
On the sea’s surface, the train carrying Ning Jiajia after circling the spot where the mist had gathered earlier, continued to search another round. No results.
……
Right under the surface, a partially submerged ancient boat cruised swiftly onward.
The sound of strange waves drew closer, ever closer.
“Faster, just a little faster, please. “
The Ferriedman, clad in a sailor’s uniform, gripped the gunwale tightly as bubbles escaped from his mouth.
Everyone here could perceive Temporal Sequences, so naturally they could also use them to neutralize that suffocatingly terrifying outcome.
However… the Ferriedman were among those who could utilize Temporal Sequences the least.
Fortunately, the few people around him would occasionally infuse him with decades of their lifespan. Though for a Ferriedman, gaining so many years of life from others in a short time was a perilous act that could lead to even greater abnormalities in mind and perception, there was no other choice.
“Found… gurgle, gurgle… it found us? ” Lucas shouted, only to hear the sound of seawater filling his stomach.
The Ferriedman nodded.
They had never imagined they could cross the sea in this way.
But now they knew.
However, the little Radiance the Ferriedman had generated from “Fishing for Drizzle Folk ” and other deeds at sea was not like that Radiance he had previously forged from the experience that had transformed his team’s fate between life and death, which easily revealed new sea territories after use.
It was only after using his Radiance seven times that the Ferriedman finally saw, before his eyes, the faint glimpse of a possible abnormal future.
As they steadily drew nearer to where the strange seawater roared, the future of “being chased and directly devoured by the Demon-Training Tracks ” a few minutes from now, had already shifted into “being hunted by the Demon-Training Tracks on the sea before it suddenly turned and charged. ” Moreover, this shifting phantasmal projection was rapidly growing even fainter.
“Please, please, go faster, be clearer. “
Luca pressed anxiously against the Crossing Person’s side.
The man newly promoted to deputy of the team clasped his hands together, trembling slightly, “Invest again — make it clearer, quicker… “
An image of Deputy Long bringing the rescued man from the sea, breaking through the sea mist and wind and waves to reach the lighthouse, condensed into a faint glimmer of light and flickered once.
Thus, the Crossing Man saw it even more clearly.
“We can… gulp… go now! “
Deputy Long pointed upward with excitement; those around understood, and the boat lurking underwater began racing toward the open sea.
Whoosh~
The ancient ship breached the surface, its raised stern shuddering and slamming into the water. The unnerving sounds of the sea swelled and collided even louder, sending sounds that shattered the mist billowing outward.
“Ahead! ” Several men beside Luca rushed excitedly to the rail, pointing at the deep, icy waters where faint shards of ice floated ahead:
“We see it! “
“Way to go, Deputy Long! “
“God, yes — we made it. Heaven bless us! “
The Crossing Person was excited too, but then their smile froze on their face. As Luca watched the half-submerged ship surge forward at high speed and embraced a crewmate with joyful tears, he was drawn instead by the deputy in sailor’s uniform, whose delight was rapidly twisting into terror.
“What’s wrong? ” Luca asked, worried.
This Crossing Person stepped back in fright, “No, no, don’t! “
“What’s wrong? What in the world is wrong with you?! “
In the center of the phantom image split within the first mate’s pupils, another brand-new scene rapidly appeared, forcibly squeezing past the left and right images, clearly revealed.
“Quick… we… “
Splash-bang!
A figure charged forward at high speed, a few small fish twisting and flailing beneath his feet. Yang Zicang landed on the deck, the short sword in his hand drawn and aimed at the people before him.
With a few heavy thuds, three men led by the new first mate had already leaped into the sea, plunging underwater and speeding toward the revealed misty sea region.
Yang Zicang barely glanced beneath the surface when several more people jumped, the remaining few, Lucas among them, pressing their backs against the ship’s railing.
“Sorry… You’re the captain now! “
Everyone broke out in a cold sweat.
“Jump down. I’m giving you a chance to live. “
Lucas and the others raised their heads to look at the tall, thin-lipped man standing on the ship. They nodded with great difficulty, then, one after another, began to spill into the water with a series of plops.
A short, lean man walked very slowly at the back. He turned his head to look at Yang Zicang and asked, “Uh… are you Chairman Yang? Could you possibly let me stay on the ship? I know everything around here, I could help you… Alright, I’ll jump now. “
With the sword raised and aimed squarely at him, the man spread his hands and backed away two steps. With a splash, he plunged into the water.
As the damp deck cleared, Yang Zicang spread out the Silent Night to envelop the area, then, using the method personally demonstrated and taught to him by Mr. Lucius, the secretary of the Sage, he reversed the Silent Night’s power of exchanging information with the outside, wrapping up the information continuously transmitted from this area to the outside.
The memory magic marks slowly dissipated.
This way of using Silent Night would quickly lose its stealthy efficiency as the area expanded, but facing a sea area that was already some distance away, it was still possible to isolate it for a few minutes against probing that wasn’t malicious or targeted.
After doing all this, Yang Zicang glanced at the rolling sea surface in the distance.
“There’s actually a fog sea here too. “
The sea breeze fluttered. The moonlight spilled down clearly. He looked up at the moon.
“Forty-eight hours left? “
Standing on the wet deck, he took out the key from the Ink-streak Travel Inn from his hand.
The brass key, stained with seawater, lay quietly in his palm. The faint moonlight added a touch of mystery to its ordinary appearance.
Some images reminiscent of memories flickered and appeared in his mind.
“I’m afraid there’s no more. Unless… it could be more efficient… “
It was simply hard to imagine that the situation on the day before the fateful end of the boards’ sea, the circumstances of nearly rolling wave cedar wood’s final fate, would appear before him in this way, ahead of time.
Suddenly, a faint ripple of energy passed into his mind.
- ｛The Lure 407 key means: The Ink-streak Travel Inn is paying attention to my daily life.｝
……
Under the full moon.
A wooden staff drifted gently in the seawater. A man, gasping for air, pulled it with one hand while his other arm and both legs churned; after swimming some distance, he suddenly noticed a faint, reddish Financing Model spreading through the air.
“Is someone nearby? ” Huang Xu lit up the model on his chest and connected to it.
The Little Bird perched on the wooden staff tilted its head to look at him.
{Friends, this is a financing request submitted on behalf of President Yang Buchen. }
The model was filled with murmurs of doubt.
{If none of you are able to invest in him, I can take over and handle it. }
A look of confusion crossed Huang Xu’s face. When he turned his head, the terrifying Little Bird that had been resting on the wooden staff had vanished.
Then a glimmer of joy appeared on his face. That demon who wanted to sell himself was finally gone. Huang Xu immediately dove underwater, desperately swimming in another direction.
But at that very moment, Huang Xu suddenly felt an unusual disturbance rising from the staff in his hand.
He looked up and saw two faint, blurry images appearing before him. They began to twist and merge into each other, as if attempting to overlap.
One of them showed several people falling into the seawater, being slain one by one by a figure wielding what seemed to be the same wooden staff.
The other, running parallel, displayed a scene of a train crashing into a sea fog, with a green light chasing a golden path.
They intertwined together, and eventually one of them slowly unfolded, dissolving unstably into the ocean as if merging. At this moment, Huang Xu felt many more genuine sensations for no apparent reason.
……
Joshua’s face turned ugly as he gasped for breath, hobbling on his wooden staff into an old manor.
Yoya and the other two waiting inside looked at the silent figure standing in the doorway, whose silhouette was faintly illuminated by silver moonlight, with equally grave expressions.
“At least you got the pathfinding staff back. ” Yoya said.
“With the bloodline investment of that honored one, I still couldn’t save Ambassador Kai. “
“You couldn’t do it, then so be it. Say no more. “
Yoya’s tone was forcibly calm; to avoid breaking the “preordained ” goal, he could only continue: “Originally… the objective wasn’t to save him. “
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