Hijacking the Timeline

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With those words, gray mist erupted from the Lord of the Mist’s body, surging toward the domain creatures in the bar.

The domain creatures were stunned by the Lord of the Mist’s sudden attack.

They clearly hadn’t anticipated such ruthlessness.

Caught off guard, several domain creatures were immediately engulfed by the gray mist.

Under the mist’s terrifying corrosive power, their flesh and blood disintegrated at an alarming rate, even their bones dissolving in an instant.

In the end, they were reduced to crimson mist, which was then absorbed into the gray mist.

The scene sent a chill through the hearts of the domain creatures present.

Faced with the Lord of the Mist’s slaughter, resistance quickly erupted.

Over a dozen domain creatures immediately gathered and launched an attack against the Lord of the Mist.

Manipulating the spiritual energy drifting in the air, they rapidly condensed several purple energy arrows and unleashed them at the Lord of the Mist.

The Lord of the Mist raised his hand.

Instantly, a surging gray mist formed a barrier before him. The purple energy arrows struck the barrier, creating ripples before dissolving completely.

The mist face grinned savagely as he gazed at the terrified members of the Weak Domain Races.

The gray mist continued to spread, sealing off the bar’s remaining exit. Soon, the entire Doomsday Bar was enveloped in the gray mist.

The bloody slaughter began.

In the Lord of the Mist’s eyes, the Weak Domain Races present were nothing more than lambs.

To leave a lasting impression on them, there was only one path: cruelty.

The scene quickly transformed into the Lord of the Mist’s gluttonous feast.

Clumps of blood mist surged into the gray mist, becoming part of the Lord of the Mist’s power.

The slaughter lasted a full half-hour.

When only a third of the Weak Domain Races members remained, the Lord of the Mist ceased his assault.

”Congratulations, you’ve survived.”

Upon hearing these words, the domain creatures present couldn’t conceal their terror.

The Lord of the Mist’s earlier display of power had given them a chilling glimpse of death’s approach, leaving them shaken to the core.

Now, hearing him declare their survival only deepened their fear.

The stark contrast between his words and actions intensified their dread, proving the Lord of the Mist’s mastery over emotional manipulation.

With a wave of his hand, the Lord of the Mist retracted the gray mist into his body. He then turned to the leader of the Weakling Clan Alliance’s branch office and said:

”Remember what I’ve said. There won’t be a second chance. You can contact me through this method in the future.”

As he spoke, the Lord of the Mist pulled a business card from his pocket, walked slowly to the bar counter, placed the card down, and slid it toward the terrified woman behind the bar.

A radiant smile spread across his mist face.

With that, he turned and walked toward the bar’s entrance.

Pausing at the doorway, he glanced back at the domain creatures inside.

The domain creatures caught in its gaze lowered their heads in unison.

The law of the jungle—survival of the fittest—was on full display. The weak faced only two choices when confronted by the strong: resist or submit.

But resistance often led to death, even annihilation of their entire clan.

”Remember what I’ve said,” the Lord of the Mist declared. ”From now on, Star City is under my control. All your actions must be reported to me... Of course, I will ensure you receive ample benefits in return.”

With that, the Lord of the Mist strode out of the bar without a backward glance.

He had achieved a preliminary show of force, but he knew controlling the Domain Weakling Alliance would be far more complex than this.

As he walked down the dimly lit alley, he found Feng Qi waiting for him.

”Finished showing off?” Feng Qi asked.

”All done. Next stop: more showing off, and maybe some snacks,” the gray mist face dissipated, revealing the Lord of the Mist’s confident smile.

With that, the Lord of the Mist took the lead, heading toward their next target.

Feng Qi immediately followed.

As they walked side-by-side through the deserted streets late at night, Feng Qi couldn’t resist asking,

”Old Mist, I’m curious. When you refine enemies into blood mist and consume them, what percentage of their strength can you absorb?”

The Lord of the Mist pondered for a moment before replying, ”That’s not a simple question. Strength and bloodline strength are entirely different things.”

”Strength is composed of multiple factors. For example, bloodline strength influences physical resilience, the quality of inner spiritual energy affects the potency of art magic, and the structure of the art magic itself also impacts its power. In short, strength is influenced by numerous variables.”

”I can only absorb qi blood. I obviously can’t absorb other factors that enhance strength. So, let me answer your question from a different angle.”

”For instance, some creatures possess immense strength but specialize in art magic combat. Their power lies primarily in their mental strength and the quality of their spiritual energy, while their bloodline strength is weak. When I absorb them, I can barely extract any Qi and Blood Power.”

”In contrast, I prefer enemies who focus on physical augmentation. Their bodies are rich in qi blood, making them a vital supplement for me.”

Hearing the Lord of the Mist’s explanation, Feng Qi nodded in understanding and continued to ask,

”So, what percentage of a deceased creature’s bloodline strength can you absorb?”

”It depends on the circumstances. The process of absorbing qi blood first requires refinement. During this stage, a significant portion of the qi-blood energy, which is either incompatible with my system or contains impurities, is lost. Next comes purification, which enhances the quality of the qi blood, resulting in further energy loss.”

”The quality of qi blood varies across species. Some domain creatures possess qi blood with minimal impurities and exceptionally high quality, requiring only simple processing for absorption, resulting in a high conversion rate.”

”I categorize prey into five tiers based on bloodline strength, blood impurity levels, and blood quality: Blood Food, Blood Prey, Blood Spirit, Blood Spring, and Blood Source.”

Hearing the Lord of the Mist’s analysis, Feng Qi suddenly understood.

”What tier would you classify the blood of the super domain creature we encountered in Old Days Canyon?”

”Roughly between Blood Spirit and Blood Spring. That creature could physically traverse the void, possessing extremely potent qi blood—a tremendous boon for me.”

As the Lord of the Mist spoke of the super domain creature, a hint of nostalgia flickered across his mist face.

”So super domain creatures rank between blood spirits and blood springs? Then what level of life form would possess blood springs and blood sources?”

Faced with this question, the Lord of the Mist shook his head.

”I wouldn’t know. I’ve never consumed one. The criteria for evaluating blood food weren’t my own invention; they’re the Mist Clan’s ancestral methods for assessing the quality of qi blood.”

”Legend has it that one of my ancestors absorbed a single drop of blood from a Pillar God, extracting supreme power from it. Our clan’s rise to prominence is said to be linked to that very drop of blood, which contained vast knowledge that elevated the Mist Clan’s potential to a new level.”

”So the Mist Clan was once very powerful?”

”Indeed. According to the clan elders, at our peak, we controlled twelve domain worlds surrounding our clan territory. We enslaved countless Weak Domain Races to mine resources for us and kept vast herds of smaller clans with exceptional blood quality as blood food.”

This was the first time Feng Qi had learned about the Mist Clan’s history, so he pressed further:

”Then why did you fall from grace?”

”No powerful clan can maintain its dominance forever in this dog-eat-dog world. Unless they ascend to become Pillar Gods, transcending all other beings, stronger external enemies will always challenge their rule. The Mist Clan’s foundations were gradually eroded through countless such challenges. By the time I became clan leader, we had already retreated into our clan territory domain field, never to reclaim our former glory.”

Hearing the Lord of the Mist’s explanation, Feng Qi nodded in understanding.

”I see... But one question remains. If Pillar Gods are so powerful, how did your ancestors obtain a single drop of their blood?”

The Lord of the Mist’s face flushed with embarrassment. After a moment’s hesitation, he finally spoke:

”My ancestor was a low-ranking slave of a powerful clan, forced to mine spirit minerals in a sunless underground cavern. One day, he accidentally unearthed a strangely shaped rock, upon which lay a dried, ancient bloodstain—a single drop that had endured for countless ages.”

”And then?”

”Drawn by the blood’s allure, my ancestor dropped his pickaxe, leaned in, and slurped it up. Instantly, he grew stronger, thus beginning his legendary life.”

”Hahaha, that’s... remarkably casual, isn’t it?”

”What else could he do? The weak start far behind the strong. To catch up requires generations of collective effort. Relying solely on personal cultivation through sheer determination is impossible. Of course, he needed a stroke of luck!” The Lord of the Mist rolled his eyes.

(End of the Chapter)

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