Chapter 1330

"Perhaps... I was mistaken...?"

Qinglong was silent for a long time before speaking. "Maybe they just used a small illusion that caused me a moment of panic... Fortunately, it didn't lead to a big mistake."

"It's time you changed your impatient nature," Tianlong said, looking Qinglong up and down. "How did you get these injuries?"

He noticed that Qinglong had wounds on his forehead, chest, legs, and even arms that hadn't fully healed yet, suggesting that the recent battle had been extremely dangerous.

"It's a long story..." Qinglong wiped the blood from his forehead and said, "This rebellion seems different from the past ones. They completely shook my beliefs, and even 'Tianxingjian' couldn't restore my injuries."

"You need to rest."

"Yes."

"But not right now." Tianlong turned and walked to the door that had been shattered by "Jinglei." "You know my time is limited, so come with me first to clean up the mess. Along the way, tell me what exactly happened, and then you'll have ten days to rest."

"Alright..." Qinglong still felt lingering fear, but he agreed.

"Delaying for a bit like this, you won't die, right?"

"I... won't die..." Qinglong replied with an evasive expression, "But I estimate that many 'Tianji' have perished. Our work ahead will become even more difficult..."

Tianlong fell silent for a moment after hearing this, then said, "You and I both know that the so-called 'Tianji' are just a ragtag group. If they perish, it doesn't matter—we can just select new ones."

As he spoke, Tianlong walked to the door of the room, extended his hand, and the cracks on the door sealed themselves as if healing automatically.

With a creak—

After the sound, Tianlong opened the door, now completely intact, revealing a room with a round table and the head of Tianzhu on it.

Otherwise, the room was empty.

Qinglong was slightly stunned at the sight but quickly recovered and stepped forward to explain, "Ah... Tianzhu, he is..."

"It doesn't matter." Tianlong chuckled. "Qinglong, there's no need to explain anything to me. We both know exactly what happened."

Qinglong fell silent after hearing this, swallowing back the various excuses he had prepared.

The days of superficial harmony between them had lasted for many years, but after such a major event, there was no point in pretending anymore.

Yet, neither could kill the other, so they could only do their best to get "Taoyuan" back on track.

Seeing no other "Tianji" in the room, Tianlong continued walking ahead on his own, opening the door at the other end of the room.

A scene of utter chaos in the corridor came into view.

Glancing around, the corridor was filled not only with "Shengxiao," "Canyuozhe," "Longyi," but even "Yuanzhumin" who looked raggedly dressed.

Everyone nearby froze and turned back, staring at Tianlong with shocked expressions.

"How lively," he said. "When did all these demons and monsters crawl right onto our faces?"

"It's tonight..." Qinglong gritted his teeth and said, "These pests are restless."

Tianlong paid no attention to the scene before him and turned toward the corridor of the "Tianji."

A few "Longyi" who didn't understand the situation charged toward Tianlong and Qinglong, but Tianlong never looked back, and those "Longyi" turned to dust in mid-air.

Tianlong reached the door of Tiangou's room, opened it, and found the room completely empty. He then turned his head toward the deeper areas.

"Are they all dead?" Tianlong asked.

"Since the 'Longyi' stirred things up... I estimate not a single 'Tianji' escaped."

"If Tianshe is dead too, then quickly find a 'Jiajie'," Tianlong instructed. "The next cycle will probably be tough on you."

"Alright." Qinglong nodded.

Tianlong stopped checking the "Tianji" rooms and walked back into the corridor in a few steps. The many "Canyuozhe" in front of him seemed to have been terrified by the horrifying sight and forgotten how to move.

These two people who looked almost identical, with their strange and powerful aura... Even without having seen them before, it was enough to guess their identities.

If they tried to run now... was there any chance of survival?

Looking at the stunned and extremely panicked expressions on the people's faces, Tianlong stopped at the end of the corridor and said softly:

"All 'Canyuozhe' on the 'Lieche,' the end is coming."

As soon as he spoke, the several "Canyuozhe" nearest to him, near the "Huocang," instantly turned to dust. In the next second, "Lijie" swept forward like a flood.

Many had just endured a bizarre "Tianji Moment" and had no extra strength left, but they still desperately turned and fled.

They cried out, shouted, and under Tianlong's "Lijie," they scattered like sand dunes in the wind.

Whether it was the "Renji" who had just removed their masks or the "Yuanzhumin" who had regained some sanity, they were all shattered without distinction, turning the "Lieche" into a sea of red flesh and blood.

Those hiding in rooms, near the exits, the one wearing the newspaper crown, the one in the white dress, the one in the black leather jacket—those already dead or barely breathing.

No one realized Tianlong had awakened before "Zhongyan" swept through the carriage like a wave.

When their bodies began to dissipate, any rescue was too late.

They only knew their plan had been pushing forward with great difficulty, but at the final moment, something went wrong, and everything fell apart.

Under Tianlong's indiscriminate purge, all those labeled as "Canyuozhe" were eliminated, with no one escaping.

"Zhongyan" arrived as scheduled, just like every cycle.

This ruthless act also sent chills through the many "Shengxiao" on the "Lieche."

Once the dust settled, the entire "Lieche" no longer looked like it was made of wood—only the red of "Zhongyan" remained.

Every "Shengxiao" had red blood mist on their bodies, faces, and masks, making everything feel especially sticky.

"Tianlong... are you alright?" Qinglong asked from the side.

"Just over a thousand people—that's only the beginning," Tianlong paused and replied. "We need to hurry and clean up, or the 'newcomers' will arrive."

Qinglong didn't dare delay; he knew that no matter what happened in "Taoyuan," eliminating everyone was the top priority.

Otherwise, the old wouldn't leave, the new would come, and "Taoyuan" would face its greatest chaos in history.

As Tianlong was about to turn toward the "Taiyang," two "Shengxiao" nearby whispered to each other.

"Is this situation right?"

"I don't know... but can we even speak right now?"

Tianlong paused slightly at their words, then turned to look.

The speakers were a colorful Diji and a plump, middle-aged Houzi.