The End Dragon Has Awakened, Humanity Needs the Holy Spirit Cult to Guide It!

Lin Yan turned his head abruptly, looking at the tracks outside the train window.

A chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to his scalp.

Wait.

I am on a Soul Guidance Train right now, and Tang Wulin is sitting next to me.

Could something happen to the Soul Guidance Train?

This guy is a notorious train killer.

As long as he is on a train, eight out of ten times something goes wrong.

Either it gets hijacked by evil soul masters, attacked by a terrorist organization, or at the very least, it breaks down halfway due to a track failure.

Before he could finish his thought, a loud bang erupted overhead.

"BOOM--!!!"

The entire Soul Guidance Train felt as if it had been slammed hard by an invisible giant hand.

The carriage shook violently, all the lights went out, and the screams of the passengers rose one after another.

Lin Yan instinctively pulled Gu Yuena into his arms, grabbing the seat armrest with his other hand to keep from being thrown out.

The emergency braking system activated, and the train slowly came to a halt amidst the screeching sound of metal grinding against metal.

Outside the window, a pale beam of light lit up the night sky.

A black figure hovered in the center of the beam.

His black robe fluttered, his face obscured, with only two points of scarlet light flickering beneath his hood.

He spread his arms, his voice hoarse and grand.

"Ignorant people!"

"The omen of the Creator God, symbol of the origin, has appeared."

"The End Dragon has awakened. The tenth epoch has reached the edge of destruction."

"Humanity needs the Holy Spirit Cult to guide it."

"Next, I will take away the youth who has awakened the End Dragon martial soul to become the Holy Son of my cult."

"As for you—you shall face the ultimate judgment."

His voice echoed in the night sky for a long time.

The faces of everyone in the carriage turned pale.

"Holy Son... did he say Holy Son? Is there a Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Cult in this carriage?"

"The Holy Spirit Cult—it's that Holy Spirit Cult! The organization of evil soul masters!"

"It's over, it's over. My mom said if you run into people from the Holy Spirit Cult, run away immediately, and if you can't run, play dead—"

"What's the use of playing dead! They extract souls!"

The carriage was in total chaos.

Some people huddled under their seats, clutching their children.

Some pulled out their communicators and frantically dialed emergency numbers.

Others had already started writing their wills.

Tang Wulin's face was deathly pale, his fingers gripping the seat armrest tightly.

"Why am I so unlucky..."

His voice was laced with a sob, "It's my first day on the job and I run into something like this... Mom, Dad, what should I do? Am I going to die at the hands of evil soul masters today?"

Gu Yuena poked her head out from Lin Yan's arms.

She glanced at the black-robed man in the sky, then at the shivering Tang Wulin in front of her, her eyes rolling.

Then she gave a light leap and jumped onto Tang Wulin's head.

"Eh--?"

Before Tang Wulin could react, he felt a sting on his scalp.

Gu Yuena's claws had left a cut on the top of his head.

Then she lowered her head and swept those few beads of blood into her small world.

"Ah!" Tang Wulin let out a scream, clutching his head as he crouched down.

"Let's go, let's go." Lin Yan's urging voice echoed in his mind.

Gu Yuena jumped back into his arms, her tail curling to wrap tightly around his arm.

"Time to run, time to run!"

Lin Yan nodded.

The next second, his figure vanished.

He didn't run out; he simply disappeared into thin air.

In the dark carriage, amidst the screams of all the passengers, no one noticed that a youth and a dragon in the corner had suddenly vanished.

Space Teleportation.

Lin Yan's figure appeared on the grass outside the train.

Then he appeared on the side of the road fifty meters away, and then on the roof of a building further off.

His figure turned into silent lightning in the night, crossing the limit distance with every blink, without any pause.

After blinking five times in a row, his meridians began to ache faintly.

But Gu Yuena's Creation Power surged in immediately after.

The gentle energy washed over his meridians like a spring, suppressing the tearing sensation.

Five more blinks.

Five more.

In less than thirty seconds, he was already two kilometers away.

Lin Yan's figure finally stopped on the roof of an abandoned factory.

He bent over, hands on his knees, gasping for air.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his legs were trembling slightly.

More than twenty consecutive space teleports at the limit distance.

Even with the support of Gu Yuena's infinite Soul Power, the burden on his body and spirit was nearing its limit.

"Are... are you okay?"

Gu Yuena poked her head out from his arms, a rare trace of worry appearing in her purple eyes.

"I won't die." Lin Yan gritted his teeth, sat down against the concrete railing of the roof, and looked up toward the direction of the Soul Guidance Train.

In the night sky, that pale beam of light was still there.

And Tang Wulin was still crouching in the carriage, clutching his cut scalp, staring blankly at the empty seat in front of him.

Where was the youth who was holding the dragon? Where did such a big person go?

He was sitting across from me just a moment ago, how did he vanish in the blink of an eye?

Before he could figure it out, an even more terrifying voice rang out from outside the carriage.

"Not coming out, are you?"

The black-robed man in the sky sneered, raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and aimed at the train below.

A pale blade of light condensed in his palm, its edges distorting space and emitting a piercing shriek.

"Then I will slice it open carriage by carriage. I will eventually find you, the future Holy Son of my cult."

Tang Wulin's pupils shrank violently.

The night sky outside the window was illuminated like daylight by that pale blade of light.

His hands and feet went cold.

His whole body felt as if it had been nailed to the seat, and even breathing became a luxury.

I'm going to die.

I'm really going to die here today.

Then, a cold snort came from the horizon.

The sound was not loud, but it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

Even the passengers who were crouching on the ground screaming were shocked into silence by this snort.

Immediately after, a crimson fire tore through the night sky.

No one saw what it was.

They only saw a blurred fire falling straight down from the high heavens.

The fire hit the black-robed man hovering in mid-air with precision.

The opponent didn't even have time to let out a scream.

That pale blade of light, along with his body, was pierced, torn, and incinerated by the crimson fire.

It went through from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

As the fire dissipated, only a wisp of blue smoke and a few charred fragments of black cloth remained in mid-air, drifting slowly in the night wind.

A figure descended slowly from the high altitude, hovering above the Soul Guidance Train.

It was a woman.

She wore a moon-white cheongsam, her posture as straight as a sword.

Her body was wreathed in the embers of fire that had not yet dissipated.

Her face was extremely beautiful, and her true age was impossible to tell.

Between her brows lay a majesty of one who had long held a high position, as well as an indifference born from seeing life and death.

She looked down at the smoking scorch marks below, her tone flat.

"The Holy Spirit Cult's hands have reached a bit too far."

She turned around, her gaze sweeping over the paralyzed Soul Guidance Train beneath her, as if looking for something.

Then she raised her eyebrows slightly.

Not here.

That little brat, he really runs fast.

The corners of Leng Yaozhu's lips curled up imperceptibly.

--An interesting little fellow.