65: Manifestation

Sixteen young figures walked against the flow of people, heading towards the violently shaking front of the train.

Their actions seemed so out of place in this carriage, which was submerged in despair and fear.

A middle-aged man in a suit was knocked down by the running crowd; he got up and happened to see this group of “lunatics” walking forward.

His eyes instantly turned red.

“What are you doing?!”

“Are you looking for death?! Get back here, all of you!”

He roared in anger, trying to grab Liu Lian, who was closest to him.

Liu Lian dodged sideways, ignoring him completely.

“Don’t go forward! The tunnel ahead has collapsed! Do you want to be crushed into a meat patty?!” The man chased after him, his voice cracking, “Is it you guys who did this?! Is it you little brats?!”

Panic completely shattered his sanity, and he began to vent his anger indiscriminately.

Other passengers in the carriage also noticed this bizarre scene; their curses and questions merged into a torrent.

“Stop!”

“What are you maniacs trying to do?!”

“Get back here!”

Liu Lian irritably turned his head and cursed, “All of you, shut up! If you make another sound, I’ll throw you out too!”

This threat was not only useless but also provoked greater anger.

However, these sixteen people had no intention of stopping.

Han Li’s live-streaming phone was still faithfully recording everything; the camera swayed with his steps, pointing at the back of the person walking in front.

Fang Yuan.

The bullet comments in the live stream had gone completely wild.

“Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap! This is real! This isn’t a script!”

“The train is really out of control! What are Old Han and the others going to do?!”

“Why are they walking forward?! Are they going to die?!”

“I’m completely stunned; this is more real than any disaster movie I’ve ever seen!”

Fang Yuan paid no attention to any of the sounds behind him.

He walked to the train car connection, feeling the increasingly violent vibrations under his feet and the whistling wind in his ears.

He stopped, turned, and glanced at his classmates behind him.

There was no fear on anyone’s face.

Only determination.

“Act!”

Fang Yuan roared, no longer hesitating.

He spun around abruptly, facing the thick tempered glass window, and a pale blue electric arc instantly lit up on his right fist!

“Boom!”

A loud bang.

Under the horrified gaze of all the passengers in the train car, the window, strong enough to withstand high-speed impact, was shattered by his punch!

Glass shards mixed with the strong wind instantly poured into the train car.

“Ah ah ah ah ah!”

Piercing screams almost tore off the roof of the train.

“He… he broke the window!”

“He’s crazy! He’s crazy!”

However, an even more Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering scene occurred.

After smashing the window, Fang Yuan didn’t hesitate for a moment, leaping directly out of the speeding bullet train!

“He… he jumped out!”

“He committed suicide!”

Immediately after, Liu Lian, Li Xin, and the remaining fourteen students, one after another, jumped out of the broken opening without hesitation.

The passengers in the train car were completely dumbfounded.

Their minds went blank, and they could only watch helplessly as the sixteen young people voluntarily plunged into the rapidly receding world of death outside the train.

Han Li was the last one.

The moment he jumped out, he didn’t forget to point his phone camera outside.

Then, millions of viewers in the live stream, along with the people who survived in the train car, witnessed a miracle together.

The sixteen young people who jumped out of the train window did not fall.

Seven of them had dazzling Sword Light appear from thin air beneath their feet; they rode their Flying Swords, their figures steadily suspended in mid-air!

“I… I’m speechless…”

In the live stream, a viewer typed these three words with all his might, followed by a waterfall of “holy crap” flooding the screen.

Inside the train car, the suit-wearing man who had just been cursing was sprawled on the ground, his mouth wide open, unable to utter a single word.

The miracle had just begun.

“Refining System, form a formation!”

In mid-air, a burly male student roared.

Four male students from the Refining System quickly spread out, taking up four positions, and simultaneously extended their right hands.

The spiritual energy within their bodies surged wildly, and four golden energies gathered in their palms, finally condensing into a golden giant hand over ten meters tall on the side of the bullet train!

The giant hand spread its five fingers and grabbed the body of the out-of-control bullet train!

“Sizzle—!”

The golden giant hand and the high-speed friction of the steel train body erupted in a harsh sound and dazzling sparks.

The train’s forward speed was forcibly partially restrained!

“Sword Cultivators, push it!”

Two female students from the Sword Cultivation Department exchanged glances and simultaneously formed hand seals.

Their Flying Swords flew out of their hands, merging into one in the air, instantly transforming into a giant light sword over twenty meters long, which, with an unstoppable Aura, fiercely pushed against the front of the train!

“Rumble!”

The entire train experienced another violent tremor.

Inside the train car, a male student from the Talisman Department seized the opportunity, pulled out a yellow Talisman covered with complex patterns, and slapped it onto the inner wall of the train car.

“Stabilize!”

A golden light flashed on the Talisman, and the violent vibration that almost tore the train car apart miraculously stabilized.

Outside the window, the golden giant hand gripped the train body tightly, pulling it backward.

At the front of the train, the giant light sword pushed forward with all its might.

One pulled, one pushed.

Two forces from myths and legends engaged in a primal tug-of-war with the steel behemoth of modern industry.

The train’s speed was decreasing rapidly at a visible rate.

Two hundred kilometers per hour… one hundred kilometers per hour… fifty… ten… Finally, at a distance of less than ten meters from the dark entrance of the collapsed tunnel ahead.

This steel coffin, carrying hundreds of lives, came to a complete stop amidst a grating metallic groan.

The world fell silent.

Inside the train car, you could hear a pin drop.

In the live stream, the bullet comments also paused.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the seven Immortals standing on their Flying Swords outside the window, at the slowly dissipating golden giant hand, and at the giant sword that had turned into specks of starlight.

Their brains were completely unable to process the information before them.

After an unknown amount of time.

“Wah—!”

A child’s cry broke the deathly silence.

Immediately after.

“Wuwuwu… we’re alive!”

“We’re alive! We didn’t die!”

“Immortals! Immortals saved us!”

The despair, pushed to its extreme, transformed into the wild joy of survival at this moment.

The entire train car erupted.

People cried, laughed, hugged each other, incoherently thanking the saviors outside the window.

Han Li floated in mid-air; he was panting heavily, his spiritual energy greatly depleted, but the expression on his face was incredibly radiant.

He raised his phone, aimed the camera back at himself, grinned, and revealed his two signature little canine teeth.

“family members (audience), I told you, don’t panic.”

“We are professionals.”