Hijacking the Timeline

As the sacrificial power was completely absorbed, Feng Qi’s height soared to over fifty meters.

Standing there like a demonic statue, his dark green flames, exhaled with each breath, resembled hellfire, while the swirling black mist around him amplified his sinister aura.

The terrifying pressure of his bloodline sent shivers through the domain creatures below, including Little Cripple.

Even the slender golden figure wielding the scepter lost its earlier composure.

Gazing up at Feng Qi’s mountain-like form, a flicker of fear appeared in its eyes.

For it sensed a trace of divine power within Feng Qi.

Though only a trace, the gulf between deity and mortal was insurmountable.

Faced with the overwhelming aura of madness and evil, the creature’s inner arrogance vanished.

The oppressive sense of impending death left it gasping for breath.

At last, Feng Qi’s transformation concluded.

Looking down at the ant-like figure below, feeling the surging power coursing through his veins, Feng Qi once again felt the urge to test his strength against Little Black.

Little Black asked me to tell you to get a grip. He’s coming to kill you soon, and whoever loses is a bitch.

Ignoring the Narrator’s snarky remarks, Feng Qi decided to seize the opportunity before Little Black arrived to slaughter as many domain creatures as possible using his newly enhanced Dark God Body.

His motives were twofold: to avenge the human survivors and to further strengthen his own power.

With that thought, he opened his mouth and spat out a ball of scorching black flames.

But just as he was about to unleash his power, a distorted black rift suddenly appeared in the distant sky.

As the rift twisted and expanded, a Flaming Space Gate materialized from within.

The gate, constructed from swirling dark green flames, gradually solidified, and the Dark God’s head emerged at the top of the frame.

To Feng Qi’s astonishment, a pitch-black, flame-wreathed arm reached out and gripped the gate’s edge.

The Flaming Space Gate abruptly widened.

A pitch-black figure wearing a White Bone Mask poked its head through the opening.

The gate trembled violently, as if under immense pressure.

Feng Qi finally got a clear look at the monster crawling out of the gate.

It had a humanoid form, but its limbs were disproportionately large and bulky, clashing with its torso. A White Bone Mask covered its face, and a pair of demonic horns—remarkably similar to Feng Qi’s current form—protruded from its forehead.

There were many other similarities.

The monster was enveloped in ghostly green flames, with a pair of jet-black bone wings sprouting from its back, just like Feng Qi’s Dark God form. However, it stood over thirty meters taller than his transformed state.

What caught Feng Qi’s attention was the Dark God phantom hovering above the creature’s head.

The difference lay in the six holes within the phantom’s body. While five of the creature’s phantom holes were filled, the central one remained empty.

In contrast, Feng Qi possessed only the central gem, while the other five remained vacant.

Oh-ho! If I’m not mistaken, the debt collector has come knocking. The Blood Source Ability you acquired likely belongs to one of the Dark God’s six primal powers. By extracting it, you’ve prevented the Dark God from completing itself, leaving it in a perpetual state of incompleteness.

”So, it sensed my power and crossed dimensions to hunt me down?”

That seems to be the case. Previously, your aura was too weak for it to detect. But after absorbing the sacrificial power of hundreds of Goat-Headed Demons, it clearly pinpointed your location.

Hearing the Narrator’s explanation, Feng Qi suddenly understood. He couldn’t help but ask:

”Could it actually be a true deity?”

After fully restoring its body, perhaps, but right now it’s nowhere near that level.

”What’s the odds between it and Little Black?”

Until it’s full, but it’s highly unlikely it’ll ever get full. In other words, bring as many as you want—they’ll all die!

Feng Qi: ...

Brother Hei, the man of few words but ruthless deeds.

He realized that as his understanding grew, he encountered increasingly powerful creatures.

Yet compared to Little Black, these beings were still insignificant. He found himself increasingly awed by Little Black’s terrifying power.

Recalling his initial foolish idea—when he first gained the ability to enter the Dream Realm—to defeat monsters, grow stronger, and then beat Little Black, he now saw how utterly naive he had been.

Indeed, ignorance breeds a false sense of confidence.

Feng Qi looked up at the terrifying creature looming before him.

He had a rough idea of its origins.

This was clearly related to the Dark God Race’s future plans. Perhaps it was a super-organism cultivated by the Dark God Race through the harvesting of human faith, intended to participate in the final Ten Thousand Clans Hegemony and the Great Tide’s Descent, securing a future for their race.

This kind of future planning—cultivating super-organisms—isn’t even worthy of licking Old Mist’s toes.

He completely agreed with the Narrator’s assessment.

While he wasn’t fully aware of the future plans of other races, the Lord of the Mist currently possessed the most successful strategy.

Without Feng Qi’s intervention, the Lord of the Mist would have already secured victory.

It was entirely possible that after fully absorbing all the sacrificial power, he could truly become the transcendent deity he claimed to be, looking down upon all living beings.

By now, the Dark God Race monster had fully emerged from the space gate.

Its eyes remained fixed on Feng Qi, barely concealing its hostility and greed, as if it wanted to devour him whole.

As its body trembled, ghostly green flames spread from its feet.

The flames spread rapidly, instantly igniting the surrounding humanoid monsters.

Realizing that battle was inevitable, Feng Qi stepped forward.

Dark green flames surged outward from him, engulfing the surrounding humanoid creatures and domain creatures.

Amidst the piercing screams, vast amounts of qi blood flooded into his body.

At that moment, Little Cripple and the other domain creatures, enduring the corrosive dark green flames, charged toward the metal passage.

But Feng Qi had no energy to spare for them. His gaze remained locked on the monster created by the Dark God Race.

(End of the Chapter)

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