Translator: CinderTL
According to Old Mist, the domain world he came from was facing a great crisis: the Great Tide's Descent.
Old Mist hadn't witnessed the specifics, but the omens were already manifesting.
The domain world's spiritual energy was constantly leaking outward, creating the sensation that the world was slowly withering away.
This situation filled the various domain races with overwhelming dread.
It was akin to humanity's helplessness in the face of natural disasters, forced to watch as destruction slowly approached.
As for what would happen after the Great Tide's Descent, Old Mist was equally clueless.
He only stated that the challenges the domain world was facing would soon confront the human world as well.
The domain world was merely a stop on the Great Tide's Descent's path. Once it was destroyed, the next destination would be the human world.
The reason many domain creatures had migrated en masse to the human world wasn't solely due to bloodlust; some sought refuge from the impending disaster.
The human world was regarded by all domain races as the final buffer zone.
As for the slaughter and plunder within the human world, and the various schemes for the future,
these were all part of the domain races' efforts to rapidly strengthen their clans during this buffer period, preparing for the challenges that would come with the Great Tide's Descent.
Just as Old Mist had once said, there were two choices:
Sit and wait for death, or defy fate.
To resist the final judgment that would come with the Great Tide's Descent, the only path was through slaughter, plunder, and the acquisition of vast resources to strengthen their clans, while simultaneously laying plans for the future.
Feng Qi had always been curious about the Great Tide's Descent.
But if he could reach the Heaven-Reaching Road and then enter the domain world through it, perhaps he could witness the process of the Great Tide's Descent firsthand.
This would undoubtedly aid his strategic planning across future timelines.
After a period of wandering thoughts, he rose from his seat in front of the screen.
Next, he moved to the center of the training room and began practicing his fist techniques.
Cultivating fist intent was directly tied to one's comprehension of fist intent.
Moreover, training in fist intent benefited every timeline and could even be carried back to the main timeline.
The indomitable, forward-surging fist intent perfectly aligned with his combat style.
Therefore, he never neglected his fist intent training.
As Wei Wei had once said, the potential for cultivating momentum was limitless, and it would continue to grow alongside one's overall strength.
The most obvious example was Mu Qing.
When facing enemies, Mu Qing not only suppressed them with sheer power but also with a bloodline-level dominance.
This was essentially a form of momentum.
Just as prey instinctively senses danger and trembles in the presence of the king of beasts, they are fundamentally influenced by momentum.
When one's cultivation of momentum reaches a certain level, sometimes even without striking a blow, the mere aura emanating from their body can crush opponents, forcing them to cower in submission.
Feng Qi had experienced a similar situation before.
During the mission to escort the miracle bloodstone in a previous timeline, he had encountered a calamity-grade domain creature.
Faced with this monstrous entity, his body had trembled uncontrollably.
Even though his mind remained fearless, his body had reacted instinctively, beyond his control.
This was the terrifying power of momentum.
After an intense session of full-force punching drills, Feng Qi, drenched in sweat, retreated to the training room's cubicle to shower and change into fresh clothes.
Checking the time, he saw it was already 7 PM.
He decided to head back to Star City Academy.
Stepping out of the Tiger Soul Research Institute, he found the brightly lit streets blanketed in snow.
His exhaled breath condensed into white mist that dissipated in the frigid air.
Gazing at the snow-covered landscape ahead, a wave of nostalgia washed over him.
He recalled the words Old Mist had spoken to him atop the Tiger Soul Headquarters building in the previous timeline.
Looking back now, he felt a deep empathy.
He had said that in times of crisis, hope was the source of strength that could overcome any adversity.
The Great Tide's Descent had forced many races to contemplate the meaning of survival and whether to defy fate.
Once they understood this truth, the next step was to choose.
Choosing to live meant embarking on a path of slaughter, vying for a sliver of survival in the Ten Thousand Clans Hegemony, where every direction held enemies.
The Ten Thousand Clans crossing a single log bridge destined the process to be brutal.
After making their choice, they had to mentally prepare for the price they might pay along the way.
The human race, caught in the middle, had no choice but to participate, even if they didn't want to.
Everyone wanted to live, but survival demanded killing and plundering.
The second option was to yield to the momentum, becoming dust in the annals of history when the Great Tide arrived.
But choosing this path meant becoming a stepping stone for other races' advancement.
You might want to yield, but they wanted to live.
They would seize your resources, slaughter your clansmen, and you couldn't resist—they were merely trying to survive, and your acquiescence was irrelevant to their survival!
Faced with this choice, I chose the former.
Truthfully, my desire for power was minimal. You know I've never enjoyed using force against enemies.
My yearning for the summit stems solely from the true freedom it offers—a place where no external force can dictate the future of my clansmen and me.
Sometimes, whether you use your strength is one thing; whether you have it is another.
Having strength gives you the power to choose and negotiate.
Without it, you have no choice at all.
When you have something you're determined to protect, your thoughts and actions change.
Feng Qi, if what you want to protect is greater than your dream, then that becomes your new dream.
Brushing the snow off his shoulder, Feng Qi smiled.
Old Mist's words now carried a deeper meaning.
Once, his dream had been to join the Galaxy Research Institute and become a technique researcher.
But now, with the significance of protection outweighing his original dream, that had become his new dream.
And this wasn't just his dream; he also carried the dreams of countless others who shared his path.
Old Mist's perspective, born from his own position, strangely aligned with Feng Qi's, which stemmed from his human perspective. The only difference was their stance.
Yet both were for the sake of their clansmen and their future.
Looking back, Old Mist was quite the philosopher.
He had always been particularly fond of reading human history and mythology books.
But there was one particularly annoying habit he had.
While reading, he would often critique human history and mythology, expressing disdain for stories that combined historical events with mythological elements.
For example, he once said, "If human history truly had deities who could move mountains and drain seas with a wave of their hand, then our invasion of the human world wouldn't have been the proactive move."
Most likely, upon arriving in the human world, they would be captured by a deity's "Sleeve Universe" technique and forced to work in steel mills or other labor-intensive industries, essentially becoming human slaves.
Whenever he heard such remarks, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.
In terms of dry humor, Old Mist possessed a natural talent, always delivering shockingly blunt observations.
As he reminisced about the past, he strode toward the main gate of the Tiger Soul Research Institute.
His next plan was to return to Star City Academy to finalize his future strategies, a crucial step in advancing the battle lines.
Walking along the snow-covered path, leaving a trail of footprints behind him, he suddenly looked up at the night sky and recalled something Wei Wei had once said:
"When you're lost, look up. Perhaps a star in the night sky will guide your way."
The underlying meaning was that a star from history would illuminate his path.
At the time, he had asked, "What if there are no stars?"
Wei Wei couldn't help but roll her eyes before replying:
"If there are no stars, then you must become the star. As a mature star, you should learn to generate your own light and heat to illuminate your path forward."
Brushing the snow off his clothes, Feng Qi walked further into the wind and snow.
Memories surged through his mind, and a smile crept onto his lips.
A new year had begun, and he needed to keep striving forward.
(End of the Chapter)
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