When Qiao Jiajin, Zhang Shan, and Chu Tianqiu arrived at the train car’s head, they discovered two additional corridors extending from both sides of the hallway, though both had now descended into complete chaos.

Fighting sounds emanated from the right side facing the room doors, as if someone was battling in every single room.

On the left side lay a large pile of corpses, and Chu Tianqiu immediately spotted Old Lu among them.

He walked forward and found Tong Yi cradling Old Lu in her arms, softly singing a Shanghai dialect tune, but Old Lu’s body had not a trace of color left—he could no longer hear anything.

Chu Tianqiu paused. “Tong Yi…”

“Shh…” Tong Yi ended her song and raised a finger to her lips. “Keep your voice down.”

Seeing Tong Yi’s bloodshot eyes and tear-stained face, Chu Tianqiu swallowed all the words he wanted to say.

Naturally, countless questions filled his heart. He didn’t understand why Old Lu had appeared on the “train,” nor why Old Lu had died in battle.

What were his final wishes before death?

Had his revenge been fulfilled?

“He shouldn’t have died here…” Chu Tianqiu said.

Tong Yi continued looking down, saying with a bitter smile, “Chu Tianqiu… good child, your immense ‘good karma’ has always been present. The ‘Mother Goddess’ is watching over you.”

“Will the ‘Mother Goddess’… lead us to victory?” Chu Tianqiu asked.

Tong Yi shook her head and said softly, “The ‘Mother Goddess’ will lead us to our destined ending.”

After hearing this, Chu Tianqiu nodded meaningfully, then swept his gaze over the several people nearby.

“Tong Yi, your battle has ended,” Chu Tianqiu said. “And our battle is about to begin.”

“Go then… good child…” Tong Yi said with a detached expression while holding Old Lu’s corpse. “I see the ‘good karma’ glowing and shining—it’s pointing us toward our final direction.”

Chu Tianqiu turned back to look at Zhang Shan and Qiao Jiajin. The two stood at the entrance of Qinglong’s room with their eyes closed, seemingly preparing to face an approaching storm.

They seemed to sense Chu Tianqiu’s gaze and turned their heads to look at him as well.

“Let’s go,” Chu Tianqiu said. “I’ll be right there.”

Zhang Shan nodded, reached out to push open the door, and Qiao Jiajin followed close behind as the two entered Qinglong’s room.

Chu Tianqiu took a deep breath. At this moment, he didn’t feel nervous—only an unprecedented sense of calm filled his heart.

“Tong Yi, have you seen Qi Xia?” Chu Tianqiu asked.

“Qi Xia… no,” Tong Yi shook her head. “Child, you can wait here. The ‘Mother Goddess’ will guide him to advance here. No… the ‘Mother Goddess’ will guide all who should come to arrive.”

…

Qinglong propped his chin with his hand, quietly watching these two people who had opened his door and entered.

“Oh…?” He paused, then slowly furrowed his brow. These two were the very people who had appeared in his illusion.

In that damned illusion, he had fallen into a bitter struggle with them, and afterward his “conviction” had completely collapsed.

How absurd was that?

Fate had tilted the scales in his favor countless times—how could it reverse at the final moment?

He moved his ears slightly and indeed heard waves of “echoes.”

Now even the long-disappeared “Spiritual Hearing” had returned, and everything had begun tilting back again.

“‘Heaven’s Vigorous Movement,’ ‘Breaking Ten Thousand Laws,’ and ‘Twin Flowers’… Ha.” Qinglong chuckled softly. “Looks like you’ve surpassed ‘Heaven Level’—that’s pretty decent strength.”

“What nonsense are you spouting?” Zhang Shan loosened up his muscles. “Should we come at you directly, or do you want to pick a venue?”

After hearing this, Qinglong slowly stood up, staring at the two. “What if you can’t win… then what?”

“Can’t win?” Zhang Shan raised his eyebrows. “Damn, if we can’t win, then we die.”

“Huh?” Qiao Jiajin was momentarily stunned. “Big guy, have you always been this straightforward?”

“What else can I do?”

Qinglong shook his head after hearing this. “How about I give you another path?”

“Another path?” Zhang Shan looked at Qinglong with some suspicion. “You’re already at a dead end, kid. What kind of path could you possibly give us?”

“Ha…”

Qinglong ignored the two and simply walked quietly toward another door in the room.

Qiao Jiajin and Zhang Shan exchanged glances but didn’t act rashly, only watching him quietly.

Qinglong extended his hand and gently placed his palm on the door. After a slight tremor, the door shed its dust and opened before the three of them.

Beyond the door was a massive, spacious room. The scene that met their eyes was pristinely white, with an unremarkable tree standing in the central plaza, and a flight of stairs extending upward in the distance.

A person who looked exactly like Qinglong sat at the top of those stairs on a throne, his body turned to the side, supporting his cheek with his hand, eyes slightly closed, expression serene.

“Look…” Qinglong said with a smile, extending his hand to point at the person on the throne. “This is the person I’ve been protecting all along… Heavenly-Dragon.”

Hearing this name, Zhang Shan and Qiao Jiajin’s brows furrowed instantly. The situation seemed to be exceeding their expectations somewhat.

“In my memory, this door hasn’t been opened in decades,” Qinglong said. “I would absolutely never let anyone get close to Heavenly-Dragon… after all, he represents the pinnacle of this entire ‘Taoyuan.’ If anything happened to him, the whole ‘Taoyuan’ would undergo upheaval, so I’ve desperately protected him…”

After hearing this, Qiao Jiajin paused. “But you’ve opened the door now.”

“That’s right…” Qinglong nodded. “If people without much strength came in, I wouldn’t choose to open this door. If Heavenly-Dragon died at their hands, it would be far too suspicious. But you’re different—you truly have the ability to kill Heavenly-Dragon.”

After hearing this, neither of them responded, as Qinglong’s words seemed filled with traps no matter how they listened.

“So even if you kill Heavenly-Dragon, the people below will think it’s ‘normal,'” Qinglong laughed maniacally. “Want to give it a try…?”

After hearing this, Zhang Shan swallowed slightly. Although Qinglong seemed to be proposing some kind of cooperative request, he only felt the situation was bizarrely inexplicable.

“Try… killing Heavenly-Dragon?” he asked.

“That’s right!” Qinglong nodded and took a step forward into the doorway. “You might not succeed in killing me, but you’ll succeed in killing Heavenly-Dragon. You can steadily take his head, and I’ll even help you.”

Zhang Shan felt that Qinglong was crazier than he had imagined.

“Come in quickly!” Qinglong said. “Don’t stay outside… Heavenly-Dragon is right there!”

Zhang Shan pondered for a moment before stepping into the room. Regardless of anything else, the battlefield inside was more suitable for fighting than this small room.

Qiao Jiajin also followed after two seconds of silence.

“Look, he has no ability to resist at all!” Qinglong laughed. “If you’re really uneasy, you can even kill Qinglong first before challenging me. I’ll be waiting here for you! Secure one, compete for two—right?”