In an instant!
Nebulae surged, and a biting storm swept through all directions.
Dan Heng and March 7th on the platform could barely withstand it, so they simply retreated directly along with the others.
They stared from afar at the man on the platform, standing alone in the storm.
The surging power caused the instruments and equipment of the entire space station to buzz loudly.
At this very moment.
Even the Doomsday Beast before the platform was completely unable to move under the terrifying pressure of the Divine Sword of Taixu.
Its entire body of black and white bones was crushed to a creaking sound!
Clearly the sword had not yet fallen, but its form was already beginning to twist.
Even after being tempered in the crucible of war, this Doomsday Beast was clearly no match for the Divine Sword of Taixu invoked through the power of the Stellaroron!
Under everyone's gaze, Yan Huan slowly extended two fingers and gently pointed them at the Doomsday Beast ahead.
Buzz—!!
The huge golden sword tip high above in the distant galaxy seemed to receive a summons, slowly reaching down toward the Doomsday Beast.
With every stretch of a certain distance, it caused violent tremors to shake the entire space station.
Beneath that sword tip, the body of the Doomsday Beast appeared so tiny.
Everyone held their breath.
Their minds were filled with a thousand thoughts, deeply shocked by this scene!
This sword descended from the summit of the galaxy suspended high above the universe, its sharpness causing the surrounding floating meteorites to shatter one after another.
The moment the golden sword tip touched the Doomsday Beast, another huge tremor erupted, as if a supernova had exploded.
"Boom——!!"
Not only the Doomsday Beast, but even Herta Space Station was submerged in golden light.
The roaring sound was endless, and no one dared to breathe heavily.
I do not know how long had passed before the light in the universe gradually faded away.
Inside Herta Space Station.
Many researchers curled up on the ground, holding their heads with both hands.
It took a long time for them to snap out of it.
In the distant galaxy, a few golden trajectories still lingered.
It was as if to prove that the sword strike just now was real.
After a long while.
What brought everyone back to their senses was the voice of a handsome middle-aged man.
"Himeko, who was the one that struck?" Welt asked in a deep voice with a solemn expression.
"Huh?" March 7th turned her head in a daze, then said in pleasant surprise, "Uncle Yang, when did you get here?"
Welt: "When you all retreated inside."
He pushed up his glasses and gazed at the golden glow in the distant universe.
Such a move, he had seen before.
During the most glorious times of Shenzhou, there once was a mountain named Taixu Mountain, imbued with ancient Eastern colors.
The moniker of the Scarlet Kite Immortal instantly appeared in Welt's mind.
"Himeko, are you alright?" Welt asked again toward the dazed Himeko.
Himeko's gaze at this moment was incomparably complex.
Barely suppressing the shock in her heart, she slowly spoke:
"His name is Yan Huan, and he once claimed to be the captain of the Hyperion."
"What?!" Welt's expression went blank.
Clang--!!
Uncle Yang's cane inevitably dropped to the ground, but at this moment, his pupils were filled with sheer disbelief.
He had heard of the captain of the Hyperion.
He had not expected that he would be able to reunite with someone from that world right here.
Instantly, mixed feelings welled up in his heart.
The sword strike just now possessed at least the strength of an Aeon Emanator.
"Hey hey, why are you guys all not talking." March 7th looked left and right, finding that everyone was in a daze with dazed eyes.
It was as if they had not yet woken up from sleep.
At this time, the one who answered March 7th was Dan Heng.
He looked into outer space at the lingering golden trajectory:
"This sword strike has a very Xianzhou style."
Welt nodded:
"Mm, indeed very similar. His mastery of sword intent is extremely exquisite; even though it looked like turbulent waves in our eyes and we were even bathed in this golden light, there was completely no injury."
"His attainment in swordsmanship can even rival a friend I once knew."
The person Welt mentioned was naturally the Scarlet Kite Immortal, Fu Hua.
Dan Heng: "Mr. Welt, could it be that you have also been to Xianzhou?"
"No." Welt slowly spoke, "That was in my hometown."
Among the Express Crew, Welt never mentioned his hometown too much.
Clearly, this sword strike had reminded him of something.
Himeko smiled and said:
"Welt, is he an old acquaintance of yours?"
Welt shook his head:
"Currently, it is not yet certain; we probably still need to chat."
At this moment, an unharmonious voice came over.
"Eh, is it the Alliance Leader of Antimatter Legion? You are here too."
Welt pushed up his glasses, his expression complex:
"Now it is certain."
Himeko: "..."
"I didn't expect to run into you here, the former captain of the Hyperion." Welt shook hands with Yan Huan, and seeing this young man, his thoughts seemed to return to a long time ago.
Yan Huan also returned a smile:
"I wouldn't dare say that. In our original world, the main storyline didn't even have much role for me, yet the Alliance Leader can still remember a small figure like me—truly a person of great love."
This was the first time Yan Huan saw someone who recognized him in Star Rail.
Hiss, since Welt was here, then where was Void Archives?
Yan Huan asked directly:
"Alliance Leader, could Void Archives also be with you..."
Welt returned a smile:
"You will know about this in the future. The sword strike just now was very good; did Fu Hua teach it?"
Yan Huan: "No, the system gave it."
Welt: "..."
Welt: "The captain is as humorous as ever."
Uncle Yang only thought Yan Huan was joking and did not want to reveal too much about the source of his power.
Watching these two calling each other "Captain" and "Alliance Leader", March 7th raised an eyebrow.
The identities of these two back in their hometown did not seem simple at all.
Uncle Yang had once revealed to them that he was the leader of a certain organization, and now that seemed practically confirmed.
As for the other "Captain", it also seemed to be true.
"Uncle Yang, since Yan Huan is an old acquaintance of yours, why don't we pull him onto the train as well?" March 7th proposed.
March 7th had witnessed Yan Huan's strength just now; he was solidly capable of fighting.
If he could board Star Rail, the safety coefficient would shoot right up.
Upon hearing this, Welt also nodded and looked at Yan Huan:
"Yan Huan, what do you think of March's suggestion? Do you want to join the Express Crew?"
As a former captain, Yan Huan's character went without saying, and Welt certainly approved of him.
What was more, he could also be considered an old acquaintance of his own.
"Sure, anyway I have nowhere else to go."
Yan Huan agreed directly.
Since he had come to this world, following Star Rail was definitely the right choice.
If he stayed at Herta Space Station, many things would become uncontrollable, which was not what Yan Huan wanted.
He had many goals right now.
First was to improve his strength and slack off when possible; after all, he would definitely clash with Aeons in the future, and Emanator-tier strength alone would certainly not be enough.
Secondly, it was to protect his companions as much as possible—this was also why he boarded Star Rail.
He never wished for anyone to sacrifice themselves like Himeko did in the previous world ever again.
For this reason, he really needed to improve his own strength just in case of emergencies.
The person Yan Huan set his sights on first was March 7th.
"What is it, why are you looking at me with such a pitiful gaze?!" Noticing Yan Huan's gaze, March 7th was very puzzled.
"Adults are talking, little kids shouldn't go asking around blindly." Yan Huan refused to explain.
March 7th's identity, appearance, and personality.
She was simply the prime candidate to be sacrificed.
"Uncle Yang." March 7th ran to Welt's side and whispered, "Let's not pull him onto the train after all; let him stay at the space station to work 996."
Welt: "..."
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