Translator: CinderTL
Looking at the Crippled Leg humanoid domain creature, Feng Qi couldn't help but notice its striking resemblance to Little Cripple.
What's going on here?
As the Crippled Leg domain creature cautiously approached him, Feng Qi clenched his fists.
No matter what, you'll have to get past my iron fists before entering the shelter.
The Narrator's warning snapped him out of his complacency.
[Don't underestimate it. Its qi blood intensity is higher than yours. You might not be a match for it.]
Feng Qi's gaze fell on the Crippled Leg domain creature's right leg, where a purple rune crystal was embedded—a stark contrast to its weakling clansmen.
After glancing at the Sanctuary Stone Tablet, the Crippled Leg domain creature let out a strange cry.
Instantly, the domain creatures surrounding it charged at Feng Qi.
With veins bulging in his arms, Feng Qi unleashed a powerful punch, sending the first humanoid domain creature crashing to the ground. The sound of bones snapping echoed as the creature instantly died.
His left fist followed, delivering another devastating blow that sent a wave of humanoid domain creatures sprawling.
Seeing its clansmen utterly unable to harm Feng Qi, the crippled domain creature let out another screech, causing the others to retreat to its side.
It stepped forward two paces and roared at Feng Qi with a grave expression.
[Let me translate: You bastard! Get out of the way for your Crippled Leg grandpa, or don't blame me for kicking your ass!]
Rolling his eyes, Feng Qi launched the offensive.
Since the creature had a rune crystal embedded in its body, killing it would surely grant him an innate ability.
The distance of over ten meters closed in an instant. Standing before the crippled domain creature, Feng Qi loomed like a small mountain, radiating an oppressive aura.
His iron fist, carrying the momentum of splitting mountains, crashed down toward the creature's head.
But just as his fist was about to land, the crippled domain creature suddenly crouched, extending its rune crystal-embedded right leg to hook his left leg with a powerful jerk.
The maneuver caught him completely off guard in both speed and force.
His body tilted violently, most of the power in his right fist dissipated. He then crashed heavily onto his back, staring up at the sky.
Gazing at the Blood Moon in the sky, Feng Qi was momentarily stunned before resolutely standing up.
But before he could steady himself, the crippled domain creature leaped into the air, its right leg crashing down toward his head.
Its right leg swelled in the wind, rapidly thickening into a thigh over a meter thick.
Hearing the wind shear, Feng Qi instinctively crossed his arms above his head.
Boom!
A massive force slammed into him. Feng Qi's body sank, as if a mountain had been pressed onto his head, pinning him in place.
"So strong!"
[Even among the Weak Domain Races, there are bound to be strong individuals, just as most humans are ordinary, yet many warriors can rival domain experts. That's why I said you might not be its match.]
Hearing the Narrator's analysis, Feng Qi's eyes flashed with fierce determination.
Surrendering was out of the question.
When facing an overwhelmingly powerful opponent, he would only fight with everything he had.
With a roar, he channeled all his strength, slowly lifting the crippled leg inch by inch.
Just as he was about to push it away with a final surge of effort, the leg suddenly shrank. The crippled domain creature had crouched down and hooked its leg under Feng Qi's foot.
Feng Qi's attention was focused overhead when the sudden release of pressure threw him off balance. He was completely unprepared for the Crippled Leg's trip.
The three-meter-tall figure tilted backward, then crashed heavily to the ground, the hazy Blood Moon reappearing in his vision.
"Damn it!"
He slammed his hands against the ground, flipped over, and lunged at the crippled domain creature again.
The ensuing battle left Feng Qi feeling utterly frustrated.
The humanoid domain creature's right leg was no weaker than his own, and in fact, slightly stronger. Its combat skills were also far superior.
The right leg's ability to shrink and grow was particularly vexing. Every time it executed a trip, it sent him sprawling.
Completely outmatched in combat technique, Feng Qi's chest burned with anger.
He immediately unleashed his telekinesis, attempting to seize the crippled domain creature. But his mental energy had failed to keep pace with his physical strength. His telekinesis only held the creature for less than a second before it broke free.
In the following exchanges, the crippled domain creature couldn't penetrate his incredibly resilient defense. But neither could he defeat the creature. The battle had reached a stalemate.
[Just a heads-up,] the Narrator reminded him, [your Blood Origin Form is about to expire. If you don't finish this soon, I'm clocking out early.]
Hearing the Narrator's warning, Feng Qi's eyes turned bloodshot.
At that moment, Crippled Leg charged at him again. Enduring the heavy blow to his chest, Feng Qi decisively wrapped his arms around Crippled Leg and slammed him to the ground with a powerful suplex.
Boom!
The ground trembled as Crippled Leg's back crashed against the earth, a look of agony contorting his face.
Seeing an opening, Feng Qi tightened his grip, fearing he'd lose the hard-won advantage.
Taking a deep breath, he gathered his strength and raised his thigh, preparing to slam it down again.
But just then, the crippled domain creature twisted its body, using the force of the impact to flip in mid-air and then violently fling Feng Qi away.
[Boss is generous! Clocking out early!]
As his body hurtled through the air, the flesh covering his body dissipated in the wind.
The moment he landed, the Blood Origin Form faded, reverting him to his Battle Body Form.
Gazing at the humanoid domain creature slowly approaching from a distance, its body tilted, Feng Qi stood up decisively.
Without his Blood Origin Form, he was clearly outmatched.
Feeling helpless, he realized his shortcomings in combat technique.
Against opponents whose power was completely crushed by his own, his fighting style was simple and brutal, allowing him to kill them with absolute dominance.
But against opponents with equal or greater power, his brute-force approach was clearly insufficient.
Gazing at the crippled domain creature slowly approaching, he raised his hand into the starting stance of the Fierce Tiger Fist.
Just then, a deafening explosion erupted from the west.
Thick gray mist billowed into the sky, forming a majestic pillar of gray.
From afar, he saw Suction Cup's tiny figure rising rapidly under the impact of the mist pillar. In an instant, she pierced through the clouds and vanished.
[Look, your weapon flew away!]
Ignoring the Narrator's snide remark, he fixed his gaze on the gray mist pillar.
The pillar gradually transformed into a massive humanoid mist figure, only its upper body visible. Two scarlet eyes emerged from the swirling mist.
"Sacrifice!"
With the Lord of the Mist's roar, the world seemed to freeze in an instant.
Even the crippled domain creature and its clansmen were no exception. They froze instantly, their expressions gradually turning vacant.
In that moment, they all turned to gaze at the Lord of the Mist in the sky.
"Sacrifice!"
To Feng Qi's disbelief, flames erupted from the bodies of all the domain creatures around him.
Their flesh and blood, consumed by the flames, transformed into Qi and Blood Power that drifted toward the sky, coalescing into a churning crimson cloud.
At the same time, survivors began emerging from the metal corridors of the shelter.
Their eyes were equally vacant as they looked up at the Lord of the Mist.
Then, eerie green flames engulfed their bodies, turning their flesh and blood into Qi and Blood that surged into the sky, leaving behind only skeletal frames.
In the blink of an eye, every living being except Feng Qi had become a Flesh and Blood Sacrifice to the Lord of the Mist.
The crimson cloud in the sky slowly drifted toward the Lord of the Mist, merging into the gray mist and becoming nourishment for its growing power.
Simultaneously, Blood Mist Clusters of varying sizes drifted in from all directions.
At this moment, the Lord of the Mist resembled a deity ruling over heaven and earth, towering above all, regarding all living beings as mere ants.
At this moment, the only figure still struggling in the flames was a crippled humanoid domain creature, missing its right leg.
Feng Qi immediately approached it.
His mind was filled with questions.
He had already guessed that the Lord of the Mist's Flesh and Blood Sacrifice was primarily intended to harvest the flesh and blood of living beings as offerings, with its main targets being Domain Forces from other domains, not just humans.
Yet this race had clearly just been teleported from a domain world. Why would they become the Lord of the Mist's sacrifice?
Did they also carry the hidden danger of the Flesh and Blood Sacrifice within them?
With these doubts swirling in his mind, he reached the crippled domain creature, whose body was still burning and whose expression had become vacant.
As he waited, the creature slipped into a near-death state.
Suddenly, countless fragments of memories flooded his mind.
Unlike his own brain, these memory fragments didn't perfectly align with his consciousness, appearing only as fragmented glimpses.
In these memory fragments, he saw a vast expanse of scorched earth.
Resources were scarce, and the environment was harsh, yet a race struggled to survive here.
The fragmented memories revealed numerous scenes of scorched earth.
The scene then shifted, showing "himself" applying pigment extracted from a special mineral to the faces of hundreds of warriors, bestowing blessings upon them.
Next, "he" used decades of accumulated clan resources to construct a complex array.
When activated, this array connected with the Blood Moon in the sky.
A crimson pillar of light descended from the heavens.
Then, the clan's strongest warriors, carrying "his" and the entire clan's blessings, slowly vanished within the blood-red pillar.
As more memory fragments flooded Feng Qi's mind, he gradually pieced together the story of this weak clan.
For reasons unknown, this already resource-poor clan had used all their accumulated resources to build a spatial array capable of connecting with the Blood Moon.
They then sent their strongest warriors to the human world.
In the years that followed, the clan implemented a series of brutal rules.
For example, the elders were required to commit suicide when they could no longer contribute to the clan's survival. Clan members born with congenital defects were immediately abandoned.
One day, a major event occurred within the clan.
A pillar of crimson light suddenly descended from the Blood Moon, carrying rare resources sent back by clansmen who had journeyed to another world.
Most importantly, it contained a cultivation technique.
This cultivation technique was the most precious gift the clansmen who had left this world had brought back to their people.
The information transmitted with the resources explained that by practicing this technique, which honed one's flesh and blood, clansmen could achieve a higher growth ceiling.
The entire clan erupted in celebration, thanking the warriors who had ventured far for their gift.
The crippled warrior, who served as clan leader, saw hope for the clan's rise. It realized that pouring the clan's resources into sending its strongest warriors to another world had been the right decision.
It began preparing for the clan's future migration.
During this period, to foster the clan's growth, the rules became increasingly harsh. Under the principle of survival of the fittest, many clansmen were abandoned or killed.
The crippled warrior, as clan leader, tirelessly practiced day and night, never stopping for a hundred years, all to prepare for the clan's future migration.
Throughout this time, space signals arrived periodically from the warriors who had journeyed far.
They brought qi blood art magic, cultivation techniques, and other content perfectly suited to the clan.
With the help of these distant clansmen, the clan entered a period of rapid development.
Just as Feng Qi was about to continue reading about this race, the vision abruptly cut off.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the Crippled Domain Warrior lying on the ground, transformed into a living dead. The rune crystal on its right leg had been drained of its power, shattered completely, and fallen off.
Looking at its familiar appearance, Feng Qi confirmed something: it was the Little Cripple he always encountered when first entering the Dream Realm.
The origins of this creature now became clear.
Little Cripple was the leader of this weak race. Hidden within the Star City Shelter were hundreds of clansmen carefully selected by Little Cripple from among the Weak Domain Races.
They were the strongest members of their race, sent to this world to create conditions for their group's development.
During this time, they had also been preparing for their race's arrival.
For instance, they regularly transmitted the spatial coordinates of their location to their race.
Meanwhile, these domain creatures, hidden within Human Civilization, would use a specific method to send rare resources back across space to aid their race's development.
Feng Qi suspected the golden sphere within the shelter was involved in this method of transmission.
The resources transmitted included cultivation techniques for refining flesh and blood, art magic, and other related content.
It also included the Flesh and Blood Sacrifice.
That's why this clan became Flesh and Blood Sacrifices after the Lord of the Mist activated the flesh switch.
According to the clan's normal plan:
When Little Cripple led the rest of the clan to the shelter, the advance team would have already joined forces with other domain races within the shelter to seize control.
The shelter would then become the clan's new territory for development.
But the script completely deviated from their plans.
[Hiss, Little Cripple is truly tragic. The elite members he sent ahead, full of hope, unknowingly pushed their entire clan down the Road to the Underworld. The Lord of the Mist just lay back and reaped a massive harvest of chives.]
If the normal timeline had unfolded, by the time Little Cripple arrived with his clansmen, the Lord of the Mist would have already activated the flesh switch, continuously broadcasting sacrifice signals outward. I can't help but imagine the scene: Little Cripple and his clansmen, exhausted from traversing the spatial passage, would have their hidden switches activated mid-air, their qi blood drained, and then... living dead would rain from the sky.
"So the burial ground along the dream timeline was formed entirely after Little Cripple and its clansmen died, not from humans sacrificed there."
[With only tens of thousands of residents in the Star City Shelter, it's impossible for a burial ground to form. At the time, I thought the living dead were a special life form born under the domain's influence. Now it's clear they were created after Little Cripple and its clansmen died.]
After hearing the Narrator's words, Feng Qi nodded.
The fragmented memories of Little Cripple's final moments had revealed the truth behind the burial ground's emergence.
He had witnessed the tragic story of a clan, brimming with ambition to rise in another world, being ruthlessly mowed down by the Lord of the Mist the moment they arrived in the human realm.
[I bet the Lord of the Mist was dumbfounded. Just minding its own business, and suddenly a whole wave of chives (a slang term for easily exploited people) was shoved right into its mouth, forcing it to eat whether it wanted to or not.]
Feng Qi: ...
Just then, a low growl echoed through the air.
Little Cripple slowly rose from the ground, its hollow gaze fixed on him.
(End of the Chapter)
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