Just imagining a scene like that was enough to make his mouth water. 

For one thing, every last spirit matter construct Mercury had left behind in the workshop was still stored in the warehouse’s secure vault.

As soon as Ji Jue finished repairing the Doomsday Express, he could pour resources into reconstructing them whenever he wanted, including control systems powerful enough to sustain cycles of rift realms, furnaces and equipment on the same level as those used by sages, along with all the techniques and achievements Mercury had left behind.

With the Myriad-Phenomena Engine providing the necessary resources and the mobility of the Doomsday Express on top of that, what would Ji Jue possibly have left to fear?

Even if the heavens collapsed and the earth split apart, worst case, he could just grab his friends and family and run. And if he ever ran into that old geezer Jian Yuan again, hauling his workshop around with him, Ji Jue could finally pit his own workshop against his, though that day was still a long way off.

But there was no need to rush. He could take it one step at a time. He was already on the right path. Someday he would get there.

Click!

The layers of sealed doors opened before him, and he went straight into the heart of the train, arriving at the power compartment. 

The pipes all around him, barely patched together into a functioning system, still bore the welding marks and makeshift repairs Ji Jue had made for emergency use. Even...