Hijacking the Timeline

As Feng Qi’s consciousness faded, the Lord of the Mist, who had already fled over ten kilometers away, couldn’t suppress a triumphant laugh.

Standing on a cliff overlooking a raging waterfall, it stripped off its clothes.

Looking down, it saw its chest covered in blood-red rune imprints, pulsing slowly like veins.

Seeing these crimson markings, the Lord of the Mist’s face betrayed its uncontainable joy.

This was the target of all Domain Forces—the miracle-bloodstone.

From the moment it began vying for the bloodstone, it had discovered something remarkable: its blood-controlling ability actually worked on the bloodstone itself.

However, it hadn’t dared to use this innate ability during the battle, fearing the consequences.

This was the primary reason it had risked staying in the war zone, clinging to the hope that an opportunity might arise.

And as it had hoped, that opportunity did indeed appear later.

While all the factions desperately fought against the Giant Hand, no one noticed the bloodstone. Standing a hundred meters away, it quietly attempted to use the ”Blood Attraction Technique” on the bloodstone.

To its surprise, the bloodstone melted into a liquid state under the technique’s influence.

This crimson liquid flowed like blood, surging toward it with the slightest mental command.

At the time, it was continuously absorbing the qi blood of death domain creatures, so no one questioned the blood-like substance flowing toward it.

The liquid bloodstone was easily obtained.

However, after being devoured, the bloodstone didn’t digest. Instead, it parasitized its body, transforming into a special rune imprint.

This was the reason for its urgent departure.

Knowing it now possessed a divine artifact, its situation was no longer perilous.

Even though the mysterious man had saved its life, it dared not linger.

It had no doubt that if its savior discovered the bloodstone on its body, he would turn into an enemy.

Seeing the terrifyingly powerful ”spiritual body” disintegrate, it didn’t hesitate to flee.

As for repaying the life-saving debt... it assumed its benefactor’s consciousness had already dissipated and died.

With no way to repay the debt, it decided not to.

If fate allows, I’ll burn some incense at your grave.

Glancing again at the crisscrossing rune imprints on its chest, it couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

The struggle for the bloodstone had been fraught with peril, but every sacrifice had been worth it.

It had emerged as the final victor.

At that moment, it suddenly noticed that the crimson rune imprints covering its body seemed to trace some kind of pathway, pulsing in a fixed rhythm.

Puzzled, it leaped into the waterfall.

Beyond lay a hidden realm. After setting up a formation to conceal its aura at the cave entrance, it resolved to begin studying the bloodstone.

The wheels of history began to turn toward the same path once more.

While observing the rune imprints on the bloodstone, a Super Cultivation Technique that would influence generations to come was born.

The moment Feng Qi opened his eyes, he saw a special container placed on the table, with a brain immersed within it.

Welcome back, Feng Qi!

A familiar voice, unheard for nearly a decade, sounded in his ear.

”A’Bai, it’s been a long time,” he grinned.

He reached out and pressed the red button on the container.

Black liquid immediately seeped from the holes inside the metal container, and the still-active brain gradually lost its vitality.

After completing this, he closed the metal container, placed it inside the storage compartment of the circular metal table, and pressed the close button.

The metal plate above the compartment slowly slid shut.

Due to the memory overlap, he had forgotten everything that had happened after entering the dream.

With this in mind, he immediately asked, ”A’Bai, tell me what useful intelligence you gathered from this trip to the Future Dream Realm.”

Although history has been altered, its general course remains unchanged. After your death, your mourning clothes were interred at the Martyrs’ Mausoleum. Upon learning this, Mu Qing continued her pursuit of the Giant Hand and, over twenty years later, near Old Day City, she finally killed its main body, avenging you!

”What else?” he pressed.

The follow-up to the Flesh and Blood Sacrifice did occur, the Dawn Army was still established, and Mu Qing remained the Great Demon King of History... The only significant change is that people frequently visit your grave to steal your offerings.

Feng Qi was taken aback. ”Which bastard would do something so despicable?”

Let’s rule out Mu Qing first. While she is indeed gluttonous, she wouldn’t stoop to such a vile act.

”Couldn’t you find out who it is?”

The old woman had installed surveillance cameras near your grave to monitor who came to pay their respects besides Mu Qing. However, every time someone stole the offerings, the footage would be corrupted, making it impossible to identify them.

Feng Qi was utterly baffled. He couldn’t fathom which scumbag would go out of their way to steal his offerings. What kind of grudge could it be?

Upon reflection, none of his friends seemed capable of such a despicable act. As for enemies, he couldn’t recall ever having a serious conflict with anyone since childhood.

He tried to picture the scene.

A visitor came to pay respects, talking to the tombstone while stuffing offerings into his mouth. He felt ashamed and secretly gave the mysterious person the middle finger in his heart.

As for who this person was, he couldn’t be bothered to think about it further.

Next, he planned to ask the Narrator about his experiences in the future Dream Realm.

Just as he was about to speak,

a hammer-like blow struck his head, sending waves of intense pain through him.

He briefly lost control of his body and fell straight to the ground.

During this time, memories surged through his mind, becoming chaotic and impossible to view normally.

It was as if his memories had been completely scrambled, with no coherent timeline remaining.

The pain lingered for a long time before gradually fading.

When he stood up again, his eyes were bloodshot.

If I’m not mistaken, this is due to the accumulation of negative emotions. You haven’t yet acquired the ability to process negative emotions. You should hunt the Three-Tailed as soon as possible to obtain the ability to purify your mind. Otherwise, if you choose the Brain in a Vat timeline again, you’ll most likely go insane!

After hearing the Narrator’s explanation, he immediately nodded.

”I hope Lin Ran can Anti-Parasitize the Lord of the Mist in this timeline. Otherwise, in subsequent timelines, I’ll have to focus solely on increasing my strength. Otherwise, I’ll never be able to catch Three-Tailed.”

No big deal. A little extra strength boost wouldn’t hurt anyway.

After a brief chat with the Narrator to get the general situation, he arrived at the elevator.

A green light swept over him, and his identity was verified.

He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button.

When the doors opened again, he found himself in the ground-floor lobby of the Scarlet Secret Base.

The scene was one of utter chaos.

Following the sounds of fighting, he saw Suction Cup snarling as she grappled with little black.

Just like in the previous Future Dream Timeline, a battle between Suction Cup and little black was inevitable.

(End of the Chapter)

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