It was time to depart.
As the last bug born from the Wind God's Corpse was crushed beneath Martial Dread's foot,
the Platform World called [Windless Self-Opening] finally reached its end.
That night.
Ye Qiyan lay leisurely on the lawn, his head resting in Lisette's lap as he gazed at the sky.
Not far away, the bonfire Lisette had repaired was burning again.
The people from different guilds sat around it eating barbecue, thankful they had survived another stop.
The members of the Libra Guild were delighted that Fengfeng had obtained permission to use the Transcendent Wind.
Though she had not become a god, perhaps that was better.
Although theirs counted as a top-tier guild, only their guild leader understood the difference between a [God] and a [Transcender].
The Libra Guild's leader expressed his thanks. Though he offered no Train Coins, he said he would invite Ye Qiyan to visit their guild in the future.
Qiyan found it amusing and jokingly asked whether they were not afraid the City they lived in would be destroyed.
The answer he received was a stretch of silence.
And a reply filled with hesitation.
He laughed even harder, out of exasperation.
City Destroyer was not merely the module Miatila had given him.
On the Train Conductors' network, the people who posted on all sorts of forums and uploaded videos whenever they had nothing better to do always included similar names in their analyses of him.
Even the old [Demon Mecha-Dragon Man] and [Calamity Bear-Eagle Man] names, despite having all but disappeared from the latest Wanted Posters.
There were still people who called him those names in private.
That was how Train Conductors were.
Nothing outrageous, bizarre, or even absurd that they did to speed up their mental recovery was surprising.
Still, in the end,