The train sailed into the edge of the mist.

In an instant, the surrounding scenes began to overlap.

Outside the left porthole was a warm afternoon with children playing at Cuiluo Bay, while the right side showed a war scene with the Enforcement Officer fleet's cannons roaring.

Directly ahead, the silver radiance of the Stardust Remnants' dissipation appeared like rain, while behind, the cold, advancing starlight array of the Constellation Battle Group was reflected.

Space-time lost its linearity here, and memories intertwined into a web.

Leng Ningxue's voice came through the faith connection, carrying a trace of an imperceptible tremor.

The navigation system is being interfered with; the coordinate positioning is drifting.

We must find the correct path as soon as possible, or we will be trapped in this memory labyrinth forever.

Bai Cheng closed her eyes, and the Star Rail Gate deep within her soul fully expanded.

Two clusters of starlight burned quietly: one amber and warm, the other dark gold and tragic.

Using the starlight as a guide and the emperors imprint as her proof, she sank her consciousness into the starry sky landscape behind the gate.

The prayers of Broken Shell Island turned into specks of golden light, Ao Qin's sincerity became a crimson stream, the warmth of ancient embers turned into an amber river, and the tragic resolve of the Abyssal Wardens became dark blue chains.

All the streams of faith intertwined into a web, extending toward a certain direction deep within the mist.

There was a faint speck of pure white light there, like a lighthouse lost in a blizzard.

The third cluster of starlight was right there.

Bai Cheng opened her eyes, her silver pupils reflecting the path paved by faith.

Three nautical miles to the left, enter the third vortex.

Qingniao immediately adjusted the train's direction, and lightning gathered at the bow into a blade that pierced the mist.

Purple saber intent flowed silently, quietly severing the war illusions overlapping from the left.

Green radiance enveloped the cabin, stabilizing the laws' structure which was trembling due to the space-time disorder.

A silver-white halo spread like ripples, soothing the emotional impact brought by the memory fragments.

The train moved along the path of faith, shuttling through broken images and overlapping space-time.

The mist grew thicker, and the vortex larger.

The memory fragments began to grow violent, like nightmares startled awake, madly surging toward the train.

One fragment suddenly enlarged, turning into a pitch-black giant claw that covered the sky and earth, clawing fiercely at the train.

It was a reappearance of the terrifying scene from the Third Cataclysm, when the Abyss Overlord tore through the Boundary Stone.

Zi Yuan's long saber left its sheath, the blade's light like purple lightning across the sky.

The intent of Tide Breaker was no longer restrained, turning into an arc of light that tore through the sky, crashing head-on into the pitch-black giant claw.

Amidst the thunderous roar, the giant claw shattered; Zi Yuan's figure swayed slightly, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

But even more memory fragments surged forward.

Burning starships, collapsing defense lines, fleeing crowds, and cries of despair.

Each fragment carried the impact of the laws and the torrent of emotions from that time.

Qingniao's lightning dragon roared as it charged out, blasting a path through the sea of fragments.

Lu Duo's emerald radiance bloomed with full force, repairing the cracks in the train's shield.

Yu Nian's pure heart vines grew wildly, their silver-white buds seeping clear teardrops that turned into a rain of light, purifying the surrounding negative emotions.

Bai Cheng stood before the main control console, and both clusters of starlight within the Star Rail Gate lit up simultaneously.

The amber warm halo spread out, smoothing over the pain of history.

The dark gold tragic will permeated out, suppressing the violent memories.

Under the protection of faith, the train moved forward with difficulty, finally arriving at the center of the third vortex.

There was no mist there, no fragments, only a pure white, quiet space.

In the center of the space floated a ball of pure white flame, within which countless images of migration flowed.

Exiles carried their belongings, supporting the old and young as they trudged across the collapsing land. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

There was no despair in their eyes, only a sliver of hope for a place far away.

At the core of the flame was a simple wish.

To live on, to go to a new place, and to start over.

Bai Cheng walked to the flame, the emperors imprint on her forehead fully manifesting.

The pale gold patterns had covered more than half, and the chain symbols rotated slowly.

She reached out her hand, and the stream of faith from the Star Rail Gate flowed out gently, making contact with the pure white flame.

This time, the fusion was exceptionally smooth.

The embers of the exiles held no hatred, no madness, only pure hope and resilience.

The pure white flame turned into a stream of light, surging into the Star Rail Gate, and ignited the third cluster of pure white starlight beside the amber and dark gold.

The Star Rail Gate vibrated slightly, and the starry sky landscape within the gate expanded once more.

In addition to ordering and suppression, it now possessed the qualities of guidance and hope.

Bai Cheng's aura stabilized once more, and the emperors imprint became a bit more solid.

She turned around, about to speak to her companions.

A sudden change occurred.

At the periphery of the pure white space, the mist suddenly surged violently.

Twelve brilliant beams of starlight tore through the memory labyrinth, descending with a crash.

The Lion Star Guard, holding a spear, stepped out of the star gate, with the eleven other Star Guards forming a battle array behind him.

His gaze locked onto Bai Cheng, his voice as cold as an eternal frozen abyss.

"Found you, Fire Thief."

"This time, you have nowhere to run."

The killing intent of the Star Guard Battle Group was almost tangible, staining the pure white space with cold colors.

The climax of the hunt had finally officially arrived in this labyrinth of space-time.

The moment the twelve Star Guards descended, the pure white space began to vibrate violently.

The mist of memory surged like angry waves, and the space-time structure let out an overburdened wail under the pressure of the star track authority.

Where the Lion Star Guard pointed his spear, starlight intertwined like chains, turning this sanctuary built from the exiles' embers into a cold cage.

Bai Cheng's silver eyes were calm, and the phantom of the Star Rail Gate behind her fully expanded.

The three clusters of starlight shone together.

The amber warmth, the dark gold tragedy, and the pure white hope flowed into a stable triangular light array within the gate, forcefully resisting the erosion of the starlight chains.

"Go!"

The moment her voice fell, Zi Yuan's saber light had already slashed toward the edge of the space.

The Tide Breaker intent was no longer held back; purple lightning, like a dragon, tore open a rift, beyond which was the chaotic, rolling sea of mist deeper within the memory labyrinth.

Lightning exploded from Qingniao's fists as nine lightning dragons roared out, not attacking the Star Guards, but fiercely slamming into the surrounding starlight barriers that were closing in.

Amidst the thunderous roar, the barriers shook violently, and the rift expanded for an instant.

"Into the rift!" Leng Ningxue's voice came through the faith connection. "The space-time structure deeper in the memory labyrinth is more complex; it can interfere with their tracking!"

The train turned into a silver shadow and, under the cover of the lightning dragons and saber light, shot into the rift.

The Lion Star Guard snorted coldly and shook his spear: "Chase!"

The twelve Star Guards turned into twelve meteors and followed closely.

The rift closed quickly behind them, completely sealing off the pure white space, leaving only the residual warmth where the pure white flame had once burned.

——

Deep within the memory labyrinth, the chaos of space-time reached its peak.

One second, the view outside the porthole was the clear sky over the vast green waves of the Emerald Sea, and the next, it turned into the blood-colored dusk when the abyss rift opened.

History here had shattered into ten million pieces, which were then randomly pieced together by the space-time turbulence.

Data streams poured madly through Leng Ningxue's icy eyes; the navigation system had completely failed, and she could only barely discern the direction by relying on the resonance of the three clusters of starlight in Bai Cheng's Star Rail Gate.