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Feng Qi felt no pity as he looked at Little Cripple in front of him, now transformed into a living dead.
Even though he knew Little Cripple had done all this for the rise of its race, it shouldn't have built that rise on the invasion and destruction of Human Civilization.
Even if the Lord of the Mist hadn't accidentally harvested Little Cripple and its clansmen, the human survivors in the shelter would have faced an internal and external crisis, possibly ending in their brutal deaths at the hands of Little Cripple and its kind.
[He-Tui~]
With the Narrator's shout, Little Cripple, just having stood up, performed a split on the spot.
Without rune crystals, Little Cripple's congenital disability prevented it from standing normally.
Feng Qi stepped forward and crushed Little Cripple's head with his foot.
As he had suspected, killing Little Cripple didn't grant him its innate ability.
He had already figured out why.
He could indeed extract innate abilities from domain creatures he killed.
But Little Cripple had already become a sacrifice to the Lord of the Mist.
Now it was merely a new life formed from a corpse, devoid of consciousness.
Of course, he couldn't extract any innate abilities from a creature that was already dead.
Little Cripple's origins were now perfectly clear, but in Feng Qi's eyes, it posed no threat whatsoever.
Compared to the Lord of the Mist, who had schemed for a thousand years and possessed immense power, Little Cripple's combat strength and future planning seemed childish and laughable.
The final outcome was utterly tragic.
It had believed that by leading its clansmen through space to the human world, it could guide its race to rise and embrace a bright future.
But after centuries of effort, all it had achieved was the annihilation of its entire race.
And they had been wiped out in a bizarre and absurd manner, becoming nourishment for the Lord of the Mist's growth.
Looking at the human survivors who had also been transformed into living dead, Feng Qi felt a pang of unease.
But he didn't dwell on sentimentality for long, quickly adjusting his mindset.
He also looked forward to a future timeline where the Future People and he would join forces to repel the Domain Invasion and achieve victory.
This stop was merely a step in the journey, not the final destination.
All that has passed is but a prologue.
"A'Bai, you're the only one who truly understands me."
"Like father, like son. No one knows you better than I do."
[Bah, you dog!]
Ignoring the Narrator's verbal counterattack, he looked up at the sky.
The Lord of the Mist had gathered the mist into a human form, only the upper half visible, and was stretching out its arms to absorb the Qi and Blood Power surging in from all directions.
The Gray Mist was rapidly expanding at a visible rate.
This time, Mu Yao hadn't arrived.
He instinctively turned his head toward the east.
The last time he had encountered the Future People timeline, Mu Yao had intended to kill the Lord of the Mist.
However, a special situation had arisen in the east, causing Mu Yao to lose her resolve to continue fighting. She had chosen to leave first, not before delivering a harsh threat to the Lord of the Mist, vowing to return and kill it.
Now, in the eastern sky, faint stars flickered with brilliant light, connecting with each other as if something significant was happening.
He already had a rough idea of what Mu Yao would face next.
The Domain Field surged from all directions, threatening to engulf the entire world. The plain at the edge of the city ruins remained the last sanctuary.
When that day arrived, Mu Yao would turn into a statue along with the fallen land, sharing the world's demise.
Even now, he still didn't understand what the black shadow meant by "Great Tide's Descent."
Initially, he thought it referred to the Domain Field devouring the world. But it was clear now that wasn't the case. He suspected the Great Tide was what happened after the Domain Field consumed the world.
Various Domain Forces seemed to be preparing for that day's arrival.
The Lord of the Mist's thousand-year plot involved harvesting the qi blood of humans and Weak Domain Races to strengthen itself.
The black shadow clan occupied the Technology Research Institute, providing materials and resources to create the superweapon "little black."
Both schemes seemed to be preparations for the Great Tide's Descent.
But what exactly would the Great Tide's Descent look like? He clearly couldn't see that part of the Future Dream Timeline.
Turning to look at the Lord of the Mist in the sky, he found the Lord of the Mist gazing back at him.
The colossal Gray Mist body slowly descended, settling above the shelter and directly over Feng Qi's head.
Looking down at Feng Qi, the face formed from mist twisted into a mocking sneer.
[Feng Qi, that expression clearly mocks you, as if it believes it has won. Though we're no match for it now, we absolutely can't lose on the verbal front. Before it kills us, let's give its ancestors a proper greeting, starting with its old mother... Ready? Fire!]
Feng Qi: ...
Gazing at the Lord of the Mist, he asked calmly, "Did Lin Ran lose?"
[No wonder my strength has grown so slowly. It turns out Lin Ran never truly died. Instead, he had been parasitizing my sea of consciousness, constantly devouring my power... But now his consciousness has completely vanished. I have won.]
"However, I'm now curious. When you were explaining to Lin Ran earlier, you claimed you could travel between reality and the future. Was that true? I've never heard of such an ability, not even the Pillar Gods are said to possess such a power."
Facing this inquiry, Feng Qi decided to extract as much useful information as possible from the Lord of the Mist before his death.
With this thought in mind, he turned to the Lord of the Mist and asked,
"First, tell me what the Pillar Gods are."
"A group of old order creators."
"Explain more clearly. I don't understand." He pressed urgently.
"I don't know much about them myself, but I know that in the future, I will become one of the new order creators, one of the future Pillar Gods... Now it's your turn. Tell me about yourself. What secrets do you hold, and why did you know I would possess Lin Ran?"
"Wait, I have another question. What exactly happened in the East?"
Hearing this, the Lord of the Mist turned to glance at the stars connected to the East, a flicker of surprise in its eyes.
"You seem to know quite a lot."
"So, what exactly is in the Eastern sky?"
"I can sense your eagerness to extract information from me. I could indeed provide you with much of what I know, but you offer me nothing in return. I'm no longer willing to waste my time."
Gazing at the Lord of the Mist's mocking smile, Feng Qi saw the killing intent in its eyes.
Without hesitation, he flipped it off.
"After lurking in human society for so many years, you should understand this gesture, right? If not, I can explain it to you."
"A loser's last struggle."
As the Lord of the Mist's words faded, the giant palm formed from mist moved above Feng Qi's head.
Just as it was about to slam down, the Lord of the Mist suddenly turned his gaze northward.
Feng Qi followed the Lord of the Mist's gaze, looking up at the northern sky.
There, a mass of black mist was rapidly approaching.
Upon seeing the black mist, the Lord of the Mist's expression turned grave.
Feng Qi's expression also darkened.
He had believed that after the Technology Research Institute in this Future Dream Timeline was completely crushed, even if little black was still created, the changes in history might prevent him from being hunted down.
But clearly, that wasn't the case.
[Most importantly, that bastard little black's determination to kill you remains unwavering, no matter how history changes. No matter when or where, he will cross mountains and rivers to come for you... What kind of unyielding killing intent is this?]
Hearing the Narrator's words, Feng Qi sighed inwardly.
He couldn't fathom why little black was so determined to kill him.
Whether he was confronting the Technology Research Institute, joining it, or avoiding it altogether, little black's pursuit never ceased.
Fifteen hundred years from now, little black was like a heat-seeking missile, always able to pinpoint his location and claim his life.
This made no sense to him.
He had never encountered little black in reality or any Future Line.
The Domain Force behind the Technology Research Institute clearly hadn't created little black to target him.
So why was little black fixated on him?
As this thought struck him, a sudden realization dawned. He couldn't help but ask A'Bai in his mind:
"A'Bai, isn't this black bastard actually after you?"
[Bah! Just like that, you're trying to pin the blame on me? I'm practically nonexistent right now. I can't even perceive my own existence, so how could little black be targeting me? It's definitely your own problem.]
"What problem could I possibly have?"
[You're living normally without a single speck of flesh on your body, and you claim you have no problems?]
He glanced down at his fleshless body, a hint of embarrassment crossing his face.
Looking north, he saw little black rapidly approaching, its black mist form expanding into a sea of black mist that pressed down upon him.
At this moment, the Lord of the Mist clearly didn't realize that little black's target wasn't him, but Feng Qi.
Facing the incoming assault, he chose to counterattack without hesitation.
The Gray Mist surged, carrying fierce spirits that enveloped little black.
Watching this scene, a smile couldn't help but spread across Feng Qi's face.
The Lord of the Mist was indeed powerful.
But against little black, who completely countered it, it was clearly no match.
In several previous Future Dream Timelines, the Lord of the Mist had clashed with little black.
Each time, it had suffered a crushing defeat.
Even after devouring vast amounts of qi blood, the Lord of the Mist remained no match for little black.
As Feng Qi had predicted, the moment the Gray Mist and black mist touched, the Gray Mist began to visibly diminish, the area of contact rapidly consumed by the black mist.
The Lord of the Mist's expression shifted to one of surprise.
But instead of yielding to little black, it contracted its form, solidifying its Gray Mist body, and pressed forward once more.
In an instant, a violent gale erupted.
The surging power stirred the forces of heaven and earth, leaving dense black cracks in its wake.
Space tore apart and healed, a testament to the palm's destructive force.
Yet this seemingly unstoppable strike had no effect on little black.
Every energy ripple that came into contact with the Spirit Energy Nanoworms, including the shockwave, was completely devoured, without even causing it to flinch.
[Feng Qi, how about we make a bet?]
"What's the wager?"
"I bet the Lord of the Mist can't beat little black. You bet the Lord of the Mist will win. The stakes? One 'Dad' from the loser. How about it?"
"Asshole System," Feng Qi muttered, rolling his eyes.
There were many creatures capable of fighting little black, but he had yet to encounter one that could defeat it.
Especially the Lord of the Mist, whose energy form was completely countered by little black.
In front of little black, it was simply a buffet.
As Feng Qi had predicted, the Lord of the Mist's face contorted in horror as it realized its energy was being devoured without inflicting any damage on little black.
Realizing the terrifying energy-devouring ability of little black, the Lord of the Mist stopped pouring energy toward it and quickly contracted and condensed.
Finally, the Lord of the Mist changed its form.
When the Gray Mist dissipated, standing not far from Feng Qi was an eerie young man with purple hair and purple eyes.
His appearance was nearly identical to Lin Ran's, but with a hint of malevolence.
His expression grim, he reached out and made a grasping motion toward little black.
Instantly, cracks appeared in the space around little black, attempting to trap it within a spatial cage.
This move proved effective.
The Spirit Energy Nanoworms were completely unable to escape this spatial prison through the spatial fissures.
Witnessing this, Feng Qi couldn't help but ask, "Narrator, would sealing little black work? Like, if I learned a Sealing Art later and found a place to suppress him for ten thousand years?"
[Sealing also relies on the concentration of energy. However, the Lord of the Mist's sealing technique is unique. It severed a piece of space and trapped little black within it. The Spirit Energy Nanoworms are too small to escape... but it's not certain whether it will be effective against little black.]
As the Narrator's voice faded, little black suddenly materialized into a solid black form within the spatial prison encircled by the black spatial fissures.
With a look of surprise, he reached his hand out through a fissure.
The black spatial fissure instantly severed his hand.
It was like tearing a photograph, causing the figure within to break apart.
But the severed portion of little black's body left the spatial prison and reverted to black mist.
Then, little black's solid form repeatedly contacted the spatial fissures, choosing to self-sever, completely fragmenting his body to escape the spatial prison.
Though its true form remained unharmed, after escaping the space prison, it reverted to its black mist form and descended upon the Lord of the Mist.
Just then, another figure came charging from afar.
The force of its running shook the very ground beneath their feet.
Feng Qi turned to see a massive cloud of dust, stretching for several miles, rapidly approaching from the west.
Upon closer inspection, he saw Suction Cup at the forefront, frantically crawling along the ground on all fours.
Good heavens, your weapon has returned on its own!
As little black enveloped the Lord of the Mist, Suction Cup arrived and leaped into the air, swinging its fist at the entangled forms.
A jade-colored stream of light coalesced into a massive fist shadow in the air, which suddenly slammed down.
The earth trembled violently. The black mist surrounding little black was instantly scattered, and the Lord of the Mist was driven deep into the ground by the blow.
When the dust settled, the Lord of the Mist emerged from the crater, looking disheveled, and hovered in the air.
Though unharmed, his expression darkened at the sight of Suction Cup's return.
At that moment, Suction Cup flickered in the air and vanished, suddenly reappearing behind the Lord of the Mist. Her tiny fist shot down with lightning speed.
The Lord of the Mist seemed to have anticipated this, instantly vanishing from his spot.
Suction Cup's punch landed squarely on little black, who had just pounced forward.
Watching the three-way battle unfold, Feng Qi couldn't help but grin.
"Dying after witnessing such a spectacle... not bad at all," he thought.
But just then, the Lord of the Mist suddenly turned his head and looked at him.
"Enjoying the show?" he asked.
As the words fell, a palm formed from Gray Mist slammed down toward Feng Qi.
"You motherfu—"
Before the curse could fully escape his lips, the world around him was consumed by gray, then plunged into blackness.
When the Gray Mist dissipated, a massive handprint remained where Feng Qi had stood, and he had been crushed into dust.
After Feng Qi's death, the starry sky in Suction Cup's eyes turned Scarlet. She lunged at the Lord of the Mist with renewed fury.
Meanwhile, little black quietly approached the spot where Feng Qi had been reduced to dust.
Black mist descended.
(End of the Chapter)
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