This was part of a corpse.
The Hand of Wind.
The arm of what had once been a true God of Wind.
The arm, swollen beyond recognition as though it had been soaking in water for ages, had now been awakened by someone.
Ye Qiyan knew who had awakened it.
The three people from Cloud City who had vanished had been awakening these corpses.
It had no mouth, no face.
Nor did it have a will of its own.
Yet he sensed immense pain from this God of Wind's arm.
It was the pain of utter humiliation.
Now Ye Qiyan understood why this windless world had become the Trial Grounds of [Wind].
The former apex of wind had been slain by the Bronze Race, and His corpse was in this world.
Or, to be more precise.
This world was His corpse.
"What suffering."
Ye Qiyan murmured softly.
Intense malice reached him in the form of soundless wails.
He was the Ruler of Evil. He could hear what others could not.
It came from the transcendent wind of the era of the Golden Three Races, whose end had been death.
He was crying.
His corpse was crying over being manipulated.
Anger, discontent, disgust...
Despite all those emotions, Ye Qiyan alone could still hear the corpse's cries.
He gently brushed the ground beneath his feet and opened his eyes.
"An existence that once challenged the Golden Three Races, after all. So... you really were a Transcender."
Fengfeng, Zhao An, and the others all ran over.
The situation was clearly beyond what an ordinary Train Conductor could handle.
Tears flowed involuntarily down Fengfeng's face, and the anger in her heart had reached its limit.
It was an emotion that arose only when a member of [Wind] sensed the humiliation of her race's apex.