The Days of Being Forced to Become the Savior of a Cultivation Civilization

The source of Ward Spring is the deepest secret of the entire hot spring town and the true heart of the hot spring.

However, the blueprints for building the hot spring resort never included a basement.

"The existence of this basement predates the history of the Kun family. Honglan was right about that."

It is unreasonable that Kun Ziying, as the head of the Kun family, would not know some information.

Now, these thoughts, along with the story of the son of the clear stream, have returned to his mind.

"Honglan! Is this brat a spy from Honghu?"

Li Guandai was startled and somewhat at a loss. He had planned everything, but he hadn't expected to be held up by a little kid.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yingzi chuckled and continued speaking to herself:

"The ancient architecture is indestructible; even those at the Qi Condensation Realm cannot break through it. The only way to enter is through that object called..."

He was halfway through his sentence when he looked down at Li Guandai's shoulder; the little flying insect had been following him all the way.

He smiled:

Why should I tell you?

A green light flashed in his eyes, and the corpse of a red and black flying insect fell from Li Guandai's shoulder, lifeless.

At the same time, darkness returned to Shao Qing's eyes as she rested peacefully with her eyes closed at the Spring of Life.

She opened her eyes, looked at Qian Xintong across from her who looked relaxed, and gave him a meaningful smile, thinking to herself:

"As expected, you three little ones are quite something."

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A small red and black flying insect slowly landed on Chang Yun's shoulder, using the vibration of its wings to convey Shao Qing's command.

The wind was so small that only a few pores on his face could feel it.

The wind was so strong that it was about to unleash a monstrous wave that would sweep across the continent for over a century.

Changyun stood on the platform, gently stroking the rusted body of the train:

"Old buddy, it's been over ten years, it's time for you to take a break."

Wings flutter, the message is just two words:

"Let's do it."

Chang Yun smiled, but it was just a faint smile.

He turned and left, never looking back, leaving only a farewell message:

"Let's burst open the curtain on this grand drama."

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Boom!

The emergency stop device at the rear of the train, which was supposed to decelerate quickly when the train stalled, instead acted as a catapult accelerator, sending the old train crashing into the wall and into the brand-new Ward Station.

There were no sand tracks in the station; the trains relied on a few auxiliary wheels to rub against the smooth floor, producing a chilling, ear-piercing friction.

Several poor people leaning against the wall were run over and became the first victims of this event that will forever be recorded in history.

A man looked at his bloodied, empty pelvis, then at his wife screaming in the distance, and lost consciousness in a daze.

A child, holding a lollipop the size of his face, stood three meters in front of the car when it stopped. For some reason, his mother was holding him and crying.

The station was immediately thrown into chaos, with sirens, screams, and cries of pain filling the air; order was shattered.

If fear had a color, it would be scarlet.

Crimson blood flowed erratically on the ground, and crimson power dissipated from the train.

That's not the reverse source; the reverse source without any lineage has this unsettling color. More importantly, the reverse source is not visible to the naked eye.

The dark red and blackish-red power spread like gas, and people fled in panic, rushing out of the station and blocking the entrance to the hot spring town.

[Manager Ning Lei, something terrible has happened! A train from the Salt Lake area suddenly crashed into Ward Station, causing fatalities and continuing to release unidentified gases.]

A security guard relayed a report to Ning Lei via voice.

Don't panic. Open the gates and let all the passengers in. Don't worry, this is an emergency; I'll handle anything that happens.

She quickly issued instructions to stabilize the situation, but couldn't help feeling a headache coming on, pondering:

"Damn it, how could this happen..."

The commotion spread into the lobby, and Honglan happened to come out from the inner area and came to the lobby, intending to ask Li Yuhuan for a favor.

Seeing this, he frowned, stopped fanning himself, and cursed under his breath:

"Damn it, it's too late."

[Ning Lei, where are you? Something seems to have happened outside.]

He quickly sent a telepathic message to Ning Lei.

I know, I'm right at the entrance of the hot spring town, and it's already in complete chaos.

Damn it, there's reddish-black gas coming out of that car! You need to come and deal with it quickly!

Honglan gritted his teeth. He had planned everything meticulously, but he had overlooked one crucial detail: the other side had the train maneuver in mind.

Okay, I'll go right away.

The dark red and blackish-red power continued to spread, and many travelers who failed to leave in time had already inhaled that ominous aura.

The breath rushed into the underground train tunnels of the station and entered the nose of the Mulingar train.

They have no expressive features, but the fluorescent glow on their skin conveys their anxiety, illuminating the entire underground sewer with a blue glow.

When Honglan arrived at the station, he saw the sky filled with black and red, and he knew exactly what this ominous aura was.

"This is bad..."

As he grumbled, he opened his fan, flicked it to his side, and his eyes glowed with a bluish-green light.

"retreat!"

With a low shout, a giant, emerald-green fan-like image appeared on the fan. With a sudden wave of Honglan's hand, a strong gust of wind was whipped up towards the station.

However, the red and black aura did not dissipate, and was not affected at all.

"As expected, it cannot be judged by ordinary gases."

In fact, this was the first time he had directly confronted this force. But he did not panic. Instead, he flipped his wrist, condensing the green phantom onto the paper fan, and then fanned it out again.

As his eyes brightened, a greenish-blue power collided with a blackish-red aura, and the spell finally took effect.

However, the situation is still not optimistic, because as that aura weakens, the reverse energy of the wind path also dissipates.

"The Reverse Yuan has vanished... Is this the natural enemy of the Rebels?"

This is not a good sign. The reverse energy isn't immune to dissipation, but it seems to have vanished completely, as if it had neutralized that power.

"How is it, Mr. Honglan? This force isn't easy to deal with, is it?"

Honglan glanced at the newcomer without showing any emotion. It was a man with a straight back, black hair, and a touch of blue at the ends.

His gaze remained fixed on the scattered black and red light, very calmly.

He would occasionally wave a fan in his hand, pushing them back into the station:

"Chang Yun, ha. I thought you, the train conductor, would stay hidden for a while longer."

Chang Yun had her hands behind her back, with the train conductor's hard-brimmed hat hanging on her hands.

His expression was equally serene, with a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips:

"You're too kind, Mr. Honglan. I've been driving this car for over ten years, and I've kept it hidden for over ten years. I've had enough."

Honglan didn't lay a hand on him, but continued fanning herself mechanically.

"So you've revealed your hand? I thought you'd offer some explanation."

Chang Yun shook her head:

"No, Mr. Honglan. If I wanted to hide, I could have simply left or stayed behind the scenes. Why would I have swaggered up to you like this?"

Honglan smiled:

"Alright, then tell me, what is your purpose?"

Chang Yun smiled too. He pointed to the dark red cloud:

"Mr. Honglan, you are dressed in a white robe and always have a paper fan with you, so you must be well-read. Could you please help me understand the meaning of the character '殇' (shāng)?"