Just imagining such a scene was enough to make his mouth water.
Not to mention that all the workshop Spiritual Substance constructs Mercury had left behind were stored in the cargo hold's vault!
As long as Ji Jue finished repairing the Doomsday Train, he could pour resources into reconstruction at any time—control powerful enough to sustain the Rift World's cycle of reincarnation, furnaces and equipment identical to those of the sages, the many technologies and achievements Mercury had left behind, supplied by the Myriad Manifestations Engine and paired with the Doomsday Train's mobility...
What would Ji Jue have to fear then?
Even if heaven and earth shattered, he could just take his friends and family and run. And if he encountered that old bastard Jianyuan again, the one who carried a workshop around everywhere, he could let him have a taste of workshop-on-workshop collision!
Though that day was still far away...
There was no rush. He would take it slowly.
The road lay beneath his feet. One day, he would get there.
Click!
The heavily sealed door opened before him layer by layer. He had entered the core and arrived at the power compartment.
The barely connected pipes around him still bore the welding marks and patches Ji Jue had applied as temporary emergency repairs. Even more hastily connected cables lay scattered across the floor.
Now, as the final lock disengaged, what slowly rose from the darkness was the Steel Heart, taller than Ji Jue himself—the train's true core.
—The Myriad Manifestations Engine!
"Been a few days. How are you?"
Ji Jue reached out and pressed his hand against the engine's casing. He could feel the immense soul slumbering within, along with its utterly unreserved affection and dependence toward him.
A distant hum sounded from within the engine and echoed