Chapter 1111: Final Assembly

Zhao Yisheng walked alongside Yan Zhichun, asking quietly,"Yan Zhichun... exactly what do you want me to destroy?"

Yan Zhichun turned back, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth:"Is there anything else here?"

Zhao Yisheng froze, his face instantly filling with terror as his steps slowed to a stop:"You're insane..."

"I'm not insane," Yan Zhichun said. "Zhao Yisheng, even if you leave now, it doesn't matter. We'll find a way to destroy it ourselves."

"You..."

"It's just that with you here, our chances of success will be higher," Yan Zhichun added.

"No matter if this succeeds or fails, none of us are getting out alive!!" Zhao Yisheng grabbed Yan Zhichun's arm. "Who the hell are you... Gathering so many people here for this is completely absurd!"

"Running away now won't save anyone either," Yan Zhichun said, pushing Zhao Yisheng's hand away. "The arrow is already on the string. Even if we do nothing in this cycle, someone will shuffle us."

"What...?"

"The entire Zhongyan Zhidi is in chaos," Yan Zhichun said. "We have to seize this slim chance right here."

As they spoke, the two arrived beneath the massive bell and the display screen.

Jiang Ruoxue and Zhoumo were leaning against two enormous pillars, watching them approach.

"Tsk, wearing high heels?" Zhoumo asked. "Taking so long?"

"It's fast enough," Yan Zhichun replied. "Now we need to initiate 'Moyin Tianjiang.' All plans will hinge on our actions."

"Tsk, I've been ready for ages," Zhoumo said. "Let's get started."

Jiang Ruoxue stepped forward and placed her hand on Zhoumo's shoulder.

Yan Zhichun nodded, then turned and addressed the group:"Everyone."

All those nearby stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Yan Zhichun.

"I am the Ji Dao King and the organizer of this operation. Next, I will inform you of the final objective."

No sooner had he spoken than the massive bell began to sway gently, followed by a chaotic series of strikes.

Names of "Huixiang" started appearing rapidly on the screen.

"Dang!"

It seemed that before he even stated the final objective, everyone in Ji Dao was already eager to act.

"Though this path is long, for this plan, it's only the beginning. As long as we set the stage properly, everything else will fall into place."

"Dang!"

More and more "Huixiang" lit up, the screen becoming densely packed with text, impossible to make out individually.

Zhao Yisheng's heart raced. He looked up at the massive bell and suddenly noticed something odd—at the top of the building, figures were standing.

Following his gaze, he saw people in black leather jackets perched on the rooftops along the road. They stood silently in the heights, expressionless like statues.

These people looked distinctly different from those below... Zhao Yisheng felt he had seen them before.

He had once been killed by them at "Tianguang Kou."

"Next, everyone must do their utmost to destroy the massive bell and the display screen behind me," Yan Zhichun said solemnly. "After I finish this sentence, we'll face immense resistance. Every companion beside us could die, but we'll still meet at the end."

The crowd hesitated slightly upon hearing this, but then even more sounds of "Huixiang" erupted.

"Dang!"

Jiang Ruoxue saw this and waved at Yan Zhichun. He walked over to her side, listened to her whisper a few words, then nodded and continued:"Everyone, if the task is somehow completed, follow the eight temporary captains to evacuate immediately. They know the escape routes. Now, please have the temporary captains raise their hands to signal to those around them."

People in the crowd began raising their hands one by one—these were the leaders pre-selected by Jiang Ruoxue through Zhoumo's transmission.

Yan Zhichun scanned the area and saw Jiang Ruoxue, Zhoumo, Lao Sun, Xiao Xiao, Lao Deng, Tong Yi, and an unfamiliar elder all raising their hands. Then, Yan Zhichun himself raised his hand, taking on the role of the eighth temporary captain.

"The task instructions are complete," Yan Zhichun said finally. "Everyone, take care of yourselves. As long as I'm alive, I'll guide you with transmissions. But if I die, you must still find a way to follow the captains and escape. I hope we meet at the end."

The crowd fell silent, no one speaking.

"Everyone, long live Ji Dao."

"Long live Ji Dao!"

"Long live Ji Dao!"

Echoes of agreement rang out from all directions.

Before the words had fully faded, a disheveled, gaunt old man suddenly appeared behind Yan Zhichun.

He leaned on a crooked, twisted wooden staff and wore ill-fitting white clothes, staring blankly at the crowd before him.

The people around were shocked and immediately adopted fighting stances.

But the old man only shook his head with a bitter smile, making no other moves.

Yan Zhichun recognized him as Bai Hu and quickly stepped back with Zhoumo and Jiang Ruoxue beside him.

"How strange," Bai Hu said in a hoarse voice. "This scene is truly strange."

At that moment, on the "Train," Tian Gou suddenly widened his eyes. Sensing the complexity of the situation, he stood up from the round table.

"What's going on...?" Tian She asked, pausing, but before Tian Gou could respond, Tian She also stared in shock. "What!?"

"This is bad... really bad..." Tian Gou scratched his plump cheek. "Tian She... what should we do now...?"

"Speak clearly," Tian Niu said, flexing his wrists. "Why panic?"

"Those 'participants'...!" Tian Gou swallowed hard. "They've gathered a huge crowd and are about to destroy the display screen and the massive bell!"

The other "Tianji" members were stunned upon hearing this, unable to grasp their motives.

Even as participants, they needed the display screen and massive bell to confirm their "Huixiang." What could they gain from destroying them?

"We have to tell Qing Long..." Tian She said, his eyes darting uncertainly. "We can't decide this! But the massive bell and display screen absolutely cannot be destroyed! I still need them to find my eyeballs!"

"But do you know where Qing Long is?" Tian Ma asked.

Everyone fell silent.

"Don't panic," Tian Niu said. "I'll handle this."

Everyone turned to look at her.

"This doesn't require bothering Qing Long," she continued. "After all, these 'participants' are going against all participants. From their perspective, destroying the massive bell and display screen would be more of a loss for them."

"Then... what are you going to...?" Tian She glanced at Tian Niu and instantly understood her idea. "Brilliant... that's brilliant..."

"I'll activate 'Kuo Sheng' right away," she said. "Just offer a small incentive, and this will be resolved easily—for example, any 'participant' who protects the display screen and massive bell can get a thousand 'Dao' pearls."