CHOO-CHOO!
The golden brass horn on the nose of the Light-Year Sword-Rail Express blasted a sound wave so loud that three stray ice meteors half a mile to the left shook and cracked into gravel.
Beneath the ten thousand armored iron cars of the train, a pair of bright yellow sword-beam tracks stretched straight out from the newly opened Orion-Edge Central Train Hub in the Wind-Howl Cluster. Every rail tie hummed with pure Sword Qi that Ye Guhan had leveled with his blade, and every iron wheel rolled without a single bump, even as the train tore through the freezing dark void at warp speed.
Inside the warm cab of Engine Car #1, Old Wei stood with his single scarred hand resting firmly on the brass speed lever. Though he had started out years ago in the Red-Sand Wastes as a humble Rank 1 Martial guard with a chipped broadsword, years of soaking in fused spirit baths, eating Old Guo’s monster stews, and cultivating the latest upgrades of the Furnace-Blood Scripture had pushed his tough body all the way into the Rank 8 Early (Star Realm). His gray hair bristled like iron needles, and a faint red glow of blood-fire warmed the cab around him.
