Hijacking the Timeline

As Feng Qi withdrew his hand from Mu Yao’s statue, the fragmented images surging through his mind receded like a receding tide.

Mu Yao’s memories were too vast for him to fully access. He had only glimpsed fragments of many events.

Gazing at Mu Yao’s statue, spear raised toward the empty sky, Feng Qi felt a profound sense of respect. He suddenly understood why Liu Yue had called Mu Yao a ”miracle.”

She was a warrior worthy of reverence, fighting for humanity’s future until her dying breath, never yielding.

Looking at Mu Yao again, Feng Qi was filled with new questions. Based solely on the fragmented memories, he couldn’t determine Mu Yao’s connection to the Heaven-Reaching Road.

He speculated that the Heaven-Reaching Road might have been another organization founded by Mu Yao, similar to the Scarlet Research Institute and the Dawn Army.

At that moment, the Narrator’s voice echoed in his mind:

If you want to access more memories, you need to increase your bloodline evolution points as soon as possible. Only when your bloodline rank improves will your Sea of Consciousness be able to contain more information.

Hearing the Narrator’s prompt, Feng Qi couldn’t help but ask:

”Is the reason I can’t fully access the memories because my Sea of Consciousness lacks sufficient storage?”

That’s not entirely accurate. While storage capacity is a factor, the more critical issue is the processing speed of your Sea of Consciousness. Before it could finish processing the previous information, a flood of new memory fragments poured in, overwhelming it and causing you pain. This prevented you from continuing to access Mu Yao’s memories.

”I understand. If I strengthen my Sea of Consciousness, its processing capacity will improve, allowing me to access Mu Yao’s memories more easily.”

You’re a quick learner.

Rolling his eyes, he began pondering another question:

What exactly triggers the ”Nightmare” ability?

Since acquiring this ability, it had activated only twice.

The first time was when Mu Qing was on the verge of losing control. He accidentally touched her, and his consciousness instantly invaded her Sea of Consciousness, allowing him to access fragments of her memories.

The second time was now, upon touching Mu Yao’s statue.

”Narrator, do you think the trigger for Nightmare is related to the target’s unstable mental state?”

How would I know? Stop bothering the Narrator with every little thing. I’m not an encyclopedia; I’m just a heartless prompt robot... But perhaps your guess is correct.

Feng Qi: ...

He couldn’t be entirely certain about his own speculation.

Calling it a state of mental disorder didn’t seem quite right either. Mu Yao appeared to be dead, yet he could still access her memories?

Thinking of this, he immediately asked:

”Narrator, is Mu Yao dead right now?”

Uncertain. I can sense faint life fluctuations within the statue, but these fluctuations don’t resemble the characteristics of a living being.

”Could it be a state similar to hibernation?”

Hibernation, my big watermelon? Do you think I can’t tell if she’s in a deep sleep? This shows a lack of trust in your father’s judgment.

”So, is she dead or alive?”

Unclear. Most likely dead. Perhaps some indelible will has left a trace of her life imprint behind.

Hearing this, Feng Qi was utterly bewildered:

”What does that mean?”

To put it simply, it’s like the relics left behind after death. Perhaps Mu Yao’s intense thoughts before dying prevented her will from dissipating with her life, allowing it to persist.

After hearing the Narrator’s explanation, he remained silent for a few seconds before nodding.

Looking at Mu Yao’s statue again, he felt he might be able to glean valuable information from her.

Perhaps Mu Yao even knew which faction of the dark force was lurking within Human Civilization.

At that moment, he felt a burning desire to enhance his own strength.

He began to consider whether his future Dream Realm choices should prioritize boosting his power.

Yet a lingering worry remained in his heart. He doubted that simply increasing his strength would necessarily change anything.

First, there were the limitations imposed by little black. Second, there were financial constraints.

Even after entering the Dream Realm dozens of times, he might still fail to reach a level of strength sufficient to confront the dark force.

Ultimately, the key lay in harnessing the collective power of all humanity to resist the Domain Invasion.

Therefore, he leaned toward first uncovering the true nature of the lurking dark force, then leveraging his advantages to eradicate it.

Only by eliminating this hidden malignant force could Human Civilization truly usher in an era of great progress.

Meanwhile, one question lingered in his mind:

Why was Mu Yao the only one present in the final battle depicted in her memories?

What about the rest of humanity?

Had they already been wiped out before this final battle?

He couldn’t answer these questions for now. He would have to wait until his bloodline evolution points increased and his Sea of Consciousness was enhanced before returning to Mu Yao’s statue to extract more useful information.

But increasing bloodline evolution points was even harder than directly enhancing his strength.

After entering the Dream Realm so many times, he was still over 400 points short of the 1,000 needed to reach the next stage. He remained at the ”primary” level and couldn’t hope to reach the required threshold anytime soon.

He decided that upon returning to reality, he would carefully plan his next steps before making any further choices.

The most crucial thing was to maximize efficiency.

He couldn’t afford to waste precious Dream Realm entries on meaningless pursuits.

He now knew the truth about the Scarlet Research Institute, but many doubts still lingered in his mind.

Beyond the dark force and the Heaven-Reaching Road, one question particularly puzzled him: if the dark force had been obstructing the development of Human Civilization all along, why had his mentor, Wang Jinsheng, remained unharmed, free from persecution, and even revered as a historical figure?

He absolutely refused to believe that Wang Jinsheng could be compromised.

After six years of close association, he knew Old Wang’s character intimately. No matter what, the man would never betray humanity.

There must be some secret he didn’t understand behind all this.

Regarding Lin Ran, was the issue with his cultivation technique related to the dark force, or was it a problem with Lin Ran himself?

And what was the origin of little black? Why could it pinpoint his location so accurately and relentlessly pursue him?

There were countless other questions he couldn’t make sense of.

Unable to grasp the full picture, he decided to proceed step by step, slowly uncovering the truth hidden within history. After all, these questions clearly wouldn’t yield easy answers.

As Feng Qi pondered, the Narrator’s voice echoed in his mind:

These questions can wait until you’re back in reality. While little black hasn’t arrived yet, shouldn’t you do something to honor the Suction Cup who’s fighting so hard to buy you time?

Hearing the Narrator’s prompt, Feng Qi immediately nodded.

”Help me search for any nearby domain creatures that look easy to bully.”

At the 3 o’clock position, after climbing out of the crater, there’s a domain creature that looks like—maybe, possibly—you could beat it. Go punch it!

”Got it!”

After reviewing Mu Yao’s memories, Feng Qi deeply felt her loneliness and sorrow.

Empathizing with her, his own heart felt heavy, and he needed an outlet for his pent-up emotions.

Muscle Man, move out!

With the Narrator’s shout, he unleashed his psychokinesis, lifting himself into the air.

Psychokinetic flight was strenuous, but levitating a hundred meters was no problem.

In an instant, he appeared outside the crater.

Landing on his feet, he scanned the surroundings, his gaze locking onto a uniquely shaped domain creature.

Resembling a deer, it had a pale yellow rune crystal embedded in its forehead, a pair of massive antlers crowning its head, and a coat of grayish-white fur. The creature was currently bent low, grazing on white flowers scattered across the plains.

After a few moments of observation, Feng Qi was fairly certain that the domain creature’s innate ability would likely enhance his body cultivation progress.

Without hesitation, he activated his Blood Source Ability.

His heart rate surged, draining all the qi and blood within his body, which coalesced into a crimson mist enveloping him.

In an instant, his height swelled to over two meters, his muscles hardening into dense slabs, his arms thickening into battleaxe-like limbs with bulging veins, radiating a primal, ferocious aura.

Knowing the Blood Source Ability’s duration was limited, he immediately lunged at the feeding domain creature.

Startled by Feng Qi’s sudden attack, the creature shuddered violently but didn’t flee. Instead, it lowered its head, gathered momentum, and charged headfirst at him.

Feng Qi’s right arm crashed down, slamming the domain creature to the ground.

Immediately, Feng Qi’s psychokinesis surged outward, suppressing the domain creature for about a second. Seizing the opportunity, he closed the distance, grabbed one of its legs, and began violently slamming it against the ground.

Whenever the domain creature showed signs of breaking free, he would use his psychokinesis to restrain it, then seize the chance to continue his brutal assault.

Facing Feng Qi’s overwhelming strength, the domain creature let out a mournful cry, seemingly realizing its impending doom.

Feng Qi felt no pity.

He continued his relentless assault until the domain creature was beaten to death, finally stopping to catch his breath.

A wisp of bloody mist rose from the creature’s corpse, drifted toward him, and was absorbed into his body.

At that moment, the Narrator’s voice echoed in his mind:

Let me replay the domain creature’s final thoughts for you. It went something like this:

I was just grazing peacefully when suddenly this muscle-bound monster jumped out and ambushed me without warning, smashing me over the head. I tried to fight back, but some mysterious force pinned me down. Then the muscle freak grabbed my right hind leg and started slamming me around like a ragdoll, making me dizzy and nauseous. Fucking hell.

Feng Qi: ...

Ignoring the Drama Queen Narrator, he summoned his status panel.

After slaying the domain creature before him, Feng Qi indeed gained a brand-new talent ability and prefix title.

Adamant Fangs (Evolvable Prefix Title): Greatly enhances the strength of your teeth. When biting a target, inflicts additional Qi and Blood damage. (The additional damage scales with your own Qi and Blood intensity; higher intensity results in higher damage.)

After reading the attribute description, Feng Qi’s face was a mask of confusion.

”What kind of useless talent title is this?”

The Muscular Hunk Growth Path: Every part of your body can become a lethal weapon, including your teeth. When necessary, a well-timed bite can produce unexpected results. Awooo!

”Awooo my ass! Aside from the thirty-odd bloodline evolution points, this talent skill is completely useless—utterly worthless.”

Such shallow understanding.

”Then tell me something practical about it.”

Nothing comes to mind right now. But when you return to reality, you’ll discover... you no longer need a bottle opener!

”Pah!”

A living dead spitting? How disgusting! Reflect!

”You reflect! And nullify your next skill.”

Idiot living dead!

(End of the Chapter)

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