Just then, the train jolted violently!

Sharp alarm sounds filled the carriage!

"Ultra-high intensity spatial lock detected! Source—directly above! Energy signature... Star Rail Orthodoxy! It's the Star Guard Battle Group!" Leng Ningxue's voice carried a rare hint of gravity.

Bai Cheng looked up, her silver eyes piercing through the train's cabin walls and layers of seawater, gazing toward the "sea surface" shrouded in chaotic energy flows.

Vaguely visible were twelve figures as brilliant as stars, standing in the void, forming a profound formation. At the head was the Lion Star Guard, holding a starlight spear, his aura as deep as an abyss and as imposing as a mountain.

His gaze seemed to penetrate endless barriers, colliding with Bai Cheng's line of sight.

A cold voice, through some level of resonance with the laws, rang directly in Bai Cheng's mind:

"Fire Thief, the game should end now. Hand over the emperors imprint and the purified law fragments, and I can plead with the Star Lord to grant your soul a chance for reincarnation."

Bai Cheng slowly stood up, her silver hair fluttering without wind.

Through the porthole, she looked toward the central sea area that was drawing closer, where the outlines of lightning and storms filling the sky were already visible—Tianxuan Reef was right at the edge of the eye of the storm.

"You want them?" Her voice was calm, yet carried a decisiveness that could cut through everything. "Then come and take them."

The moment her words fell, the silver train's engine roared beyond its limits, no longer hiding or taking detours, but transforming into a silver-white meteor that tore through everything, charging boldly toward that final curtain of battle, toward the long-awaited hunting ground!

Above the deep sea, the Lion Star Guard raised his spear, his lips curling into a cold arc:

"Stubborn and foolish. In that case... Starfall Array, activate!"

The Twelve Star Guards simultaneously thrust their weapons into the void. Brilliant starlight intertwined like chains, instantly forming a massive cage that shrouded heaven and earth, descending boldly toward the speeding silver meteor below!

The real hunt had finally begun.

Meanwhile, to the east and west of the Emerald Sea, thirty-six faint sparks of starlight were quietly sprouting in the darkness.

The silver-white meteor and the starlight cage collided with a boom!

There was no world-shaking roar, only the sharp friction at the level of laws.

Like two scalpels traveling toward each other to cut through fate, they brushed past in the void, emitting a shriek that made the soul tremble.

At this moment, the seawater of the entire Star-Burial Vortex was completely evaporated, revealing the rugged seabed below that had not seen the light of day for billions of years, composed of the Star Lord's remains and law fragments.

The shield on the surface of the silver train was like glass struck by a heavy hammer, instantly covered in cracks, and then completely shattered in a blinding light!

But the train did not stop.

Bai Cheng stood before the cracked porthole, golden star track spinning wildly in her silver eyes.

Deep in her soul, the complete emperors imprint erupted with unprecedented light, and five clusters of starlight detached from her body,

transforming into five small suns circling the train, forcibly tearing a brief opening in the starlight cage!

"Break through!" Leng Ningxue's hands became a blur on the control interface, forcibly overclocking the engine.

The train, like a fierce beast escaping its cage, dragged its broken shell and a sky full of sparks, plunging headfirst into the ultimate battlefield ahead where lightning and storms intertwined—

Emerald Sea central sea area, Tianxuan Reef.

There was no seawater here.

Or rather, the seawater had long been completely repelled by the violent energy storm, forming a massive void with a diameter of over three thousand nautical miles suspended in the void.

In the center of the void was a giant reef composed entirely of pale star-corpses, its surface covered in ancient star scripts that had long been lost.

Those were the final inscriptions left by the Tianxuan Star Lord before his fall, containing a broken but still terrifying Star Lord's authority.

At this moment, surrounding this Star-Corpse Reef, over three hundred warships were suspended in a dense formation.

They were divided into three camps:

On the left was the main fleet of the remaining Enforcement Officers, centered around three World-Purifying Motherships as large as mountains, surrounded by dozens of modified Thought-Devouring Battleships and even more small combat units.

Dark red light merged together, like a toxic sore spreading through the void.

On the right was the main force of the Star Track Battle Group, with the flagships of the twelve Star Guard squads arranged in a ring, each emitting a pressure comparable to the king-level peak.

Further away, there were dozens ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) of auxiliary vessels of various styles; clearly, the Star Track Battle Group had deployed far more than just the Twelve Star Guards this time.

And directly facing the direction from which the silver train was charging was the third power.

Or rather, the nominally legitimate side of this war: the remnants of the Emerald Sea Star Rail Council and the allied forces of those free islands that had not been completely corrupted.

Their fleet was the smallest, with fewer than fifty ships, and most were heavily scarred, but every warship burned with the light of refusal to surrender.

When the silver train, dragging its broken body, burst out of the Star-Burial Vortex and charged into this final battlefield, a moment of silence fell over the entire battlefield.

All eyes, all detections, all killing intent were focused on that teetering train, focused on the figure with flying silver hair at the front of the train.

"She's here."

At the top of the central Star-Corpse Reef, on a temporarily constructed command platform, a withered old man wearing tattered star robes slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes had no pupils, only a swirling nebula.

This was the last living Star-Gazing Elder of the Emerald Sea Star Rail Council, Mo Xuan.

"The emperors imprint is complete... the aura of the gate of gui xu..." Mo Xuan's voice was as dry as rubbing sand, yet it carried a sigh of relief,

"The Corrector from the prophecy has finally reached this step."

"Elder, should we provide support?" a young general beside him asked urgently, his spear stained with dark red blood.

"No." Mo Xuan slowly shook his head. "Let her go. This is her path, and the only way out for the Emerald Sea. Our task... is to buy her the final bit of time."

He raised his withered hand and pressed lightly against the void.

The ancient star scripts on the surface of the Star-Corpse Reef lit up simultaneously, and a desolated, vast aura of Star Lord's authority, seemingly from the beginning of the universe, spread out,

temporarily suppressing the agitation of the other two camps on the battlefield.

At this moment, Bai Cheng had already stepped out of the train.

In her wake, Leng Ningxue activated the final self-destruct sequence, injecting all the train's remaining energy into a hidden device she had been setting up for a long time.

That device was like a silver seed, silently sinking into the Star-Corpse Reef below.

"The final key of the Star Chart Island inheritance has been implanted into the Tianxuan Reef core."

Leng Ningxue's voice came through the bond of faith, terrifyingly calm,

"Seven days from now, regardless of victory or defeat, it will activate. This is... our final promise."

Bai Cheng did not look back, only nodding slightly.

She stepped through the void, walking toward the center of the battlefield step by step.