Chapter 323: Locomotive?!

As if confirming her words—

Crack!

A crystal-clear sound like shattering glass exploded in the crack between the Illusion Realm and reality!

It is the wail of the Illusion Realm's structure reaching its limit!

Immediately after, a more ferocious turbulence surged wildly out of the Illusion Realm's breach!

It raised a fierce gust that rattled Chang Ye Yue's Black Umbrella and fluttered San Yue Qi's pink hair and sleeves!

Yet San Yue Qi, whose mind and spirit had reached the Da Ning realm, seemed oblivious to the gust that would make ordinary people stagger!

Her posture was as steady as a rock; the arm drawing the bow did not tremble a hair, and the external stimulus made the Ice Bow's light shine brighter and its chill sharper!

Now!

Chang Ye Yue snapped open her crimson eyes and lowly shouted, "Shoot—!"

San Yue Qi's tightly shut eyes opened at the same instant!

In her clear pink eyes, it seemed as if glacial rivers surged and starlight glittered!

"Ha—!!!"

She released the fingers that had locked the string.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

Only an ice‑blue streak, as if swallowing all surrounding light, shot forth!

At the Shana the arrow left the bow, the phenomenon rebirthed!

Behind San Yue Qi, the phantom of the Star Dome Train that had once appeared became clear again!

But this time, it was no longer merely a phantom!

The train's outline grew more solid; the locomotive's lights shone like dawn stars, and the carriages faintly displayed familiar livery!

A warm, steadfast, intangible force of Bond, like a surging river, surged along the ice‑blue arrow, raging outward!

The arrow flew swiftly through the air, absorbing the massive Bond energy, and its form began an astonishing transformation!

The ice‑blue light shaped itself at speed!

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a lifelike Star Dome Train locomotive, its whole body forged from radiant ice and starlight!

In front of the locomotive lay the ice‑blue arrow, while behind it trailed a long car body outline formed of cold air and starlight!

"Train Group's Bond! The Exploration of the Star Dome Train—!!"

San Yue Qi shouted the line with all her strength, her voice echoing in the night wind.

The Frost Star Train, bearing an unstoppable, majestic momentum, ignored the final shattered turbulence of the Illusion Realm, dragging a long icy tail, and thunderously slammed into Archer, who had just become briefly rigid from the Black Tower's eruption and was trying to readjust his stance!

Archer had just recovered from the Black Tower's bizarre spatial deflection, a trace of shocked anger still lingering in his crimson eyes.

The next second, he felt an unprecedented pressure descending from the heavens!

He jerked his head up, his pupils snapping shut!

What met his eyes was a massive... locomotive, exuding a familiar icy aura, that he could not possibly comprehend...!

"What—?!"

He didn't even have time to mount any effective defense or dodge; his mind went blank in an instant under the shock of the terrifying sight!

Bang—!!!!!!!!!

The Frost Star Train's head collided solidly head‑on with Hero King's splendid Golden Armor!

The thud of the impact was as heavy as a mountain collapsing!

Archer felt as if he were struck head‑on by a comet launched from the far end of the Star Sea!

The unparalleled force, together with bone‑piercing cold, instantly pierced the armor and surged into his body!

He couldn't even scream; his whole body, like a golden kite with its string cut, was lifted by the locomotive's head and hurled backward at a terrifying, supersonic speed, then—crashed hard onto the already devastated forest floor below!

Rumble—!!!

The ground shuddered violently!

The impact site instantly formed a massive crater, its fissures spreading outward like a spiderweb for hundreds of meters!

Soil, rock, and broken tree fragments were lifted by the huge shockwave, crashing outward like sea waves!

But it's not over yet!

The train, forged from Bond and ice, seemed to possess its own will and endless momentum!

After smashing Archer into the ground, it lingered not a moment; the locomotive lifted slightly and then continued straight along the carved track, heading deep into the forest!

It rolled over the earth, leaving a "train track" dozens of meters wide and several meters deep, its edges lined with sharp icicles and glimmering starlight!

All trees and boulders in its path, upon touching the locomotive's icy glare, were either smashed to pieces or instantly frozen by the extreme cold, then shattered!

An unstoppable force!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The muffled crash and the crack of breaking trees rang on endlessly, fading into the night sky and leaving a long echo.

The train's light vanished swiftly through the dense forest; within a few breaths it disappeared beyond sight, leaving only the "Frost Starlight Avenue"—a straight path reflecting a cold sheen under moonlight, stretching into the dark depths—and a distant, faint rumble...

At the forest's edge, a dead silence.

Only the night wind's whine through the newborn canyon and the lingering magical afterglow in the air.

The Black Tower slowly lowered the giant staff whose light was fading, his brown eyes gazing toward the train's vanished direction, then glancing at the pink‑haired girl collapsed on the ground, panting from exhaustion, her cheeks flushed, and at Chang Ye Yue beside her, whose complexion was slightly pale but visibly relieved.

She let out a light "hum," her usually proud mouth curving upward ever so slightly.

"Hum."

She crossed her arms, her brown long hair brushing in the breeze, and said, "The dry one is still... pretty."

Her tone remained modest, yet the subtle pause and final appraisal were unmistakably high praise.

"Ha… ha… I'm… I'm dead tired…"

San Yue Qi fell backward at once, sprawling in a big‑shaped slump on the cold ground, their powder‑blue eyes gazing at the starry sky, chest heaving violently, they didn't even have the strength to lift a single finger, yet the corner of their mouth couldn't help but break into a foolish grin, "It… it's a success… this time… no misfire…"

Chang Ye Yue walked to their side, crouched down, and gently brushed the sweat from their forehead with a sleeve; crimson eyes held a gentle smile, "Hmm, impressive, Xiaosanyue."

Compared with the earth‑shaking finishing move at the forest's edge, the atmosphere in a back alley of Dongmu City, piled with trash cans, seemed… unusually solemn and flavorful.

Yan Feng Qili and A Xing, this odd pair of "master and disciple," stood side by side in front of a row of green trash cans.

From outside the alley came faint, rising and falling cries of pain and some indescribable sounds, but the two tacitly treated them as insignificant background white noise.

Yan Feng Qili rolled up the black, stained cuffs, exposing a solid forearm; the movement was already far more proficient than the first time.