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“It happens… I was thinking the same thing.”

After speaking, Ke Mingye had already risen from the public bench and casually shot a strand of spider silk towards a column on the platform, swinging upwards by clinging onto it. After climbing to the top of the train station, he put on the Night Travel Belt and his form became invisible.

He soon arrived at Huanjing Third High School, and the first afternoon class had yet to start, leaving half an hour before the class would begin.

He made his own body stand up, quietly walked out of the classroom, and entered the last stall of the men’s bathroom on the third floor of the teaching building.

Immediately after, the Deception Puppet climbed in through the window and swapped clothes with Ke Mingye. Then, dressed in a practically sand-covered child’s outfit with a duckbill cap and the Night Travel Belt, he activated the belt’s invisibility function and stealthily headed outside the school.

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Before long, at the abandoned train station of Old Jingmai District.

“You’re quite efficient,” Fan Quan rose from the public bench.

“Who do you think I am,” said Ke Mingye.

Thanks to the recent trips to Egypt and South America, all four travel tickets were spent.

So the two of them had to approach the ruins within China using the abilities of dungeon card number 7, swipe the dungeon card in the transparent card slot, and immediately a phantom train thundered into existence, stopping at the station. Its chimney dispersed billowing steam, almost burying the train’s head in it.

The two climbed aboard the desolate train via the rusty iron steps.

“By the way, where’s my disc?” asked Ke Mingye.

“I’ve put it in my bag.”

“Okay.”

In not too long, the train landed inside one of Henan Province’s abandoned train stations, its location near the geographical coordinates of the last Divine Ruin.

Ke Mingye and Fan Quan got off the train, and then, guided by the Divine Disc, braved the cold wind to trek over mountains and ridges, and finally after surmounting a large mountain, arrived before a secluded body of lake water.

Looking up, this lake was encircled by mountains, with the treetops hiding away the light, so the light inside the lake was slightly dim. Accompanied by the drifting catkins, the light and shadows flickered and danced on the damp soil as if it were an earthly paradise.

Lake and sky reflecting each other, the blue waves rippling.

This scene seemed to be a paradise hidden from the world.

But the most eye-catching thing was the enormous lotus leaf situated in the middle of the lake. Atop the lotus leaf stood an ashen-black building that had been scorched by flames, resembling a tower yet also like a building.

Ke Mingye stared intently, noticing that the tower had seven levels in total. Despite the scorched blackness of the tower, one could see that each level was embossed with a Buddha, its original color surely a golden yellow.

“It seems this is the place,” spoke Fan Quan calmly.

Ke Mingye appeared mesmerized, silent.

Looking up at the features of the ruins, Fan Quan pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and blurted out, “Judging by its characteristics, if I’m not mistaken, this should be the ruins of Tota Heavenly King Li.”

At that moment, Ke Mingye kept his gaze fixed on the building, gently shaking his head.

“It doesn’t feel right,” he said softly.

“Why do you think so?” asked Fan Quan, “Looking at the shape, I feel this should indeed be Li Jing’s Seven Treasures Linglong Tower.”

“Intuition.”

“Then let’s go with intuition. The charring of this ruin is severe, appearing as though it was man-made.”

Pausing, Fan Quan stated a disappointing fact, “It’s possible that, like the Rain God ruins in South America, these ruins have also been reached first by someone else.”

“It wasn’t man-made,” Ke Mingye continued to deny, speaking in a low voice, “It was burnt like this due to another matter.”

“Are you okay? I don’t know why, but I’ve felt that you’ve been acting strangely since earlier.”

As he spoke, Fan Quan turned slightly to glance at Ke Mingye’s expression.

Ke Mingye seemed indifferent, took a look at the disc, and then at the tower.

He said quietly, “The real ruins should be beneath that tower.”

Fan Quan let out a sigh, “I already have a Divine Communication pathway, and I can’t follow you in, or it might be dangerous for me. From here on, you must go alone.”

Ke Mingye took a breath, “Fine, I’ll go up myself.”

As his voice fell, he transformed into Magical Girl Xiaohongmao, lifted the Magic Wand, and crossed the lake surface amidst the swirling snowflakes, soon setting foot on the enormous lotus leaf at the center of the lake.

Watching this scene, Fan Quan somewhat speechlessly adjusted his glasses, thinking to himself that Ke Mingye was being too hasty. What if the Chinese gods aren’t into the LGBT concepts like in the United States, and if their thoughts are rather traditional, even to the extent of not accepting androgynous people?

Suddenly, countless ripples began to spread across the lake surface, with the time ripples becoming more and more intense, as if the lake water would soon surge outwards, and the building before them also vibrated violently.

However, the demeanor of Magical Girl Xiaohongmao remained calm.

She flickered with cocoon light, transforming back into Ke Mingye, and then stepped into the dark entrance.

From the outside view, the interior of the building was far from spacious, yet Ke Mingye walked down this pitch-black passageway for over a hundred meters, even reaching a point where the light source from the entrance could no longer be seen.

At the end, a scarlet red ribbon suddenly materialized in the dark, gracefully swirling like a dragon, with the scarlet ribbon seemingly stretching endlessly, encircling Ke Mingye in a loop.

The red ribbon did not approach him, rather it bound everything around him, as if weaving a red spider’s web.

“Scram.”

A cold, hoarse voice echoed from the end of the darkness, lingering in the tunnel.

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Following that, Ke Mingye faintly saw a figure sitting cross-legged on the ground, his left arm draped over slightly bent knees, his right hand holding a spear. The spear tip radiated fire, with trembling flames lighting the dark.

The flames reflected in his pupils.