Yu Lian gently placed a hand against the porthole glass, feeling its smooth surface. Whether as a seven-ring, perfected, half-step demigod psychic or as an engineer, he could tell that it was indeed glass. It was set in a frame carved with elegant flourishes, blending seamlessly with the rest of the carriage. It was quite refined.
It had a touch of Rococo style. It was a little too ornate, but in the age of steam trains, it somehow felt just right.
Only, beyond the glass was no pastoral idyll to complement the Industrial Revolution. Instead, there stretched a vast, magnificent, profound cosmic tapestry. Countless stars glittered like diamonds woven into it by the gods, their brilliance seeming close enough to touch.
Farther away, a vast nebula spread across the dark like colored ink on paper. Now and then, a comet with a long, glowing tail swept silently across the stage of eternal stillness, like a messenger from the cosmos.
Watching the starlight pulse beyond the window, the deep, boundless heavens, and even the huge vortices and magnificent rings on other purple gas giants visible to the naked eye, Yu Lian couldn't help confirming his conclusion once more.
The train he was on was definitely not traveling across a field beneath the night sky. It was plainly hurtling through the cosmic heavens.
And judging by how quickly the scenery in space changed, the train he was on was clearly moving at high sublight speeds.
Honestly, it looked just like the Red Wraith fighters charging with their lightwings deployed.
So there was no way this was a steam train. It had to be a spaceship disguised as one.
But what was the point? Why did a spaceship have to look like a train? Wouldn't the usual spindle, egg, rocket, triangle, or cube-shaped