As the battle between the Black Sheep and the Heavenly Bull reached a fever pitch, Yan Zhichun withdrew her anxious gaze and turned her attention to the “Ant” before her.
When she saw the four characters she had written—”Kill the Heavenly Bull”—the “Ant” grabbed her hand and began to respond. However, his writing was slow and abstract. Unable to multitask, Yan Zhichun could only wait patiently.
Before long, the “Ant” finished writing and tapped Yan Zhichun’s palm. She mentally pieced together the crooked strokes and radicals, only to feel a sudden unease.
The four words read:
**”Who is the Heavenly Bull?”**
“You…” Yan Zhichun froze, sensing something deeply unsettling.
She wanted to explain, but realized the other person couldn’t hear her. Conveying everything through palm-writing would be far too tedious.
But why didn’t this “Ant” know about the Heavenly Bull?
It was said that the Heavenly Bull was the overseer of all “Ants,” yet this one seemed unaware of her existence.
Was it because of the “Concealment” ability, making the “Ant” oblivious?
Then again, “Ants” were deaf and blind by nature—what difference would the Heavenly Bull’s lack of “Concealment” make?
“Wait…”
Yan Zhichun’s eyes widened as subtle clues began connecting in her mind.
“Zhou Mo…!” She turned and shouted at the top of her lungs, “Zhou Mo! Get over here!”
“Tch!!”
A girl in a black leather jacket abruptly stood up from the crowd, dozens of meters away.
“I can’t figure you out! Did you pick another fight with an ‘Ant,’ you bitch?!”
“Shut up and hurry!” Yan Zhichun snapped.
While Zhou Mo sprinted over, Yan Zhichun quickly organized her thoughts.
What was the ultimate goal of “liberating the Ants”?
To redirect them from searching for eyeballs in the “Land of the End” to the “Train.”
By doing so, the “Ants” wouldn’t just scavenge scattered “Dao” fragments in the rooms—they would swarm the “Celestials” carrying eyeballs. Thousands of “Ants” would become an unexpected strike force, securing victory.
Because everyone on the “Train” understood the gravity of this, the “door” could only be opened by the most suitable person.
And that person couldn’t reveal themselves.
The Heavenly Bull’s “Concealment” made her the ideal overseer of the “Ants.” If she appeared, the eyeballs on her would be sensed, triggering an attack. Thus, every time she entered the “Cargo Hold,” she had to activate “Concealment.”
This wasn’t rebellion—it was the “Ants’” survival instinct.
The Heavenly Bull remained silent to avoid reinforcing the “Extremists’” beliefs. Speaking would reveal her presence, allowing them to lock onto her with “Echoes.”
Now, the Heavenly Bull was trapped in an awkward position—unable to appear, unable to leave, unable to speak. The only way out was to eliminate everyone here.
“Wait… That still doesn’t make sense…” Yan Zhichun stroked her chin like the White Sheep, her mind racing. “Why can’t she leave? She could if she wanted to… So why stay?”
Perhaps even the Heavenly Bull hadn’t anticipated that a single “Ant” writing “Who is the Heavenly Bull?” would allow one “Participant” to piece together nearly everything about her—despite her never appearing, never speaking, and only attacking.
Yan Zhichun closed her eyes, massaging her temples. “Calm down, Yan Zhichun… Brother Sheep said you’re smarter than you think.”
Zhou Mo finally reached her, panting. “Tch, what’s your problem, bitch? You sounded like you forgot your gun on the battlefield.”
“Forgot my gun…?” Yan Zhichun’s eyes widened. “Got it… I know now…”
She glanced back at where the Black Sheep and the Heavenly Bull had been fighting, a bold idea forming.
If she couldn’t leave, was it because she was carrying something?
“Concealment” hid objects near her. If she was holding something, she couldn’t leave.
If she dropped it, the consequences would be disastrous.
So she had to stay. So she had to kill.
That’s why she could be hit—because attacking left her defenseless.
Her lethality was limited. The object must be large.
“There’s no ‘door’ here for the ‘Ants’ to leave… So she’s probably carrying one.” Yan Zhichun muttered. “It all connects…”
“Tch, what connects?”
Yan Zhichun turned to Zhou Mo. “That old man was right… There really is a ‘path to victory’ here…”
“Uh…” Zhou Mo hesitated. “I don’t get it. Maybe only a bitch like you could find this ‘path.’ Anyone else would get lost.”
“Huh? Was that a compliment?” Yan Zhichun asked, incredulous.
“Your ego’s unbelievable,” Zhou Mo scoffed. “Just tell me what you need.”
“Zhou Mo! Use ‘Telepathy’ on this ‘Ant’!” Yan Zhichun said excitedly. “If you touch them, they can hear you, right?”
“In theory, yes.”
“So ears don’t matter.”
“Tch, obviously,” Zhou Mo frowned. “I can transmit from kilometers away. Ears have nothing to do with it.”
“Perfect.” Yan Zhichun nodded. “Explain everything to this ‘Ant.’ If he can respond, he might give us a winning strategy.”
“Uh… Where do I start?”
“Start with ‘Who is the Heavenly Bull?'”
“Tch, fine.”
Zhou Mo touched the “Ant,” then silently relayed the message.
The “Ant” seemed even more startled than before, as if he’d never imagined hearing sound.
Soon, he began nodding vigorously, as if receiving crucial intel.
In a few sentences, Zhou Mo explained that the Heavenly Bull controlled all “Ants,” while she and the “Extremists” were gathered here to kill her and free them.
The “Ant’s” face twitched as the flood of information exploded in his mind like a lifeline scattering in all directions.
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