Hijacking the Timeline

One year later.

On this day, Feng Qi, clad in a red martial arts uniform, sat cross-legged before the jade statue.

Within the spiritual medium’s connection to his sea of consciousness, his spiritual glimmer had grown to the size of a thumb. It pulsed slowly, contracting and expanding like a breath in sync with the rhythmic undulations of his sea of consciousness.

Feng Qi’s consciousness focused intently on the spiritual glimmer, attempting to manipulate it and make it move.

This was his fourth attempt in over a year.

The previous three attempts had ended in predictable failure.

Each time he tried to move the spiritual glimmer, he encountered overwhelming resistance from all directions, making even the slightest movement excruciatingly difficult.

Under his control, the spiritual glimmer trembled, extending an invisible tendril toward the golden-red Source Orb.

But the tendril stretched only an inch before grinding to a halt, as if blocked by an insurmountable mountain.

Undeterred, Feng Qi held his breath and concentrated, continuing to manipulate the glimmer to extend its golden tendril.

After a tense stalemate, feeling mentally exhausted, he gave up, opened his eyes, and shook his head in frustration.

It had been over a year since he established the faith connection.

There was no shortcut to nurturing his spiritual glimmer. Like a devout believer, he could only deepen his connection through constant meditation.

He had already mastered the ability to extend tendrils of his spiritual glimmer within the sea of consciousness of his other self, but achieving independent movement remained a distant goal.

The thought gave Feng Qi a headache.

He couldn’t afford to spend a lifetime cultivating faith in his inner God like a true believer.

If harnessing his innate ability required decades of effort, not only would he risk dying prematurely, but the entire battle timeline’s strategy would be thrown into chaos.

Time was running out.

He couldn’t wait until Lin Ran and Mu Qing graduated to activate the battle timeline.

Rising to his feet, Feng Qi headed for the bathroom cubicle.

Moments later, dressed in a fresh martial arts uniform, he left the training room and made his way to Wei Wei’s private laboratory.

Wei Wei sat at the control console, reviewing data.

As Feng Qi approached, she smiled knowingly and asked,

”Still unable to freely control the spiritual glimmer?”

Feng Qi sat down beside Wei Wei and nodded dejectedly. ”Still no luck. I’m confident I can eventually control the spiritual glimmer freely, but the process of strengthening the connection is far too slow. I simply don’t have decades to deepen this bond.”

Wei Wei smiled and nodded. ”Then shall we activate Plan B?”

”I came to you precisely to initiate Plan B,” Feng Qi replied.

Plan B, as Wei Wei called it, could accelerate the establishment of a spiritual connection with his other self.

But it would come at a price.

Before entering the Dream Realm, Feng Qi had left behind a large quantity of blood.

At the time, nearly two-thirds of his blood had been drawn by Wei Wei for subsequent experiments.

Drinking this blood would strengthen the spiritual connection.

However, consuming the blood also carried significant side effects.

His other self’s blood contained various energies, such as blood source energy and malevolence energy.

While the special constitution of the main timeline could withstand these mixed energies, Feng Qi’s body would struggle to tolerate them.

After experimental testing, it was discovered that mice who consumed his diluted blood long-term became extremely irritable, bloodthirsty, and underwent physical mutations.

The ultimate outcome was death by explosion.

If bathing in and drinking holy water in the divine system could grant divine blessings, then consuming his blood would invoke a malevolent curse.

This was precisely why Wei Wei had chosen to abandon drinking his blood.

As for filtering the complex energies within the blood, Wei Wei had made preliminary progress after over a year of effort, but she still couldn’t completely eliminate them.

Faced with his decision, Wei Wei nodded.

”Aside from the portion used to create the second jade statue and what I’ve consumed in experiments, you still have about a third of your blood remaining. Let’s give it a try.”

With that, Wei Wei stood up and walked toward the refrigerated cabinet.

Moments later, she returned with a vial of diluted blood and stopped in front of him.

”This is diluted blood. First, test whether your body can tolerate it.”

Taking the vial from Wei Wei, Feng Qi opened his mouth and took a small sip.

The blood had no taste, but as it entered his body, it felt like a burning flame, releasing a surge of intense energy.

In an instant, Feng Qi’s skin flushed crimson.

He felt his body begin to tremble uncontrollably, and a scarlet glint flickered in his eyes.

The sensation came on quickly and faded just as rapidly.

Moments later, Feng Qi regained his composure and shook his head.

”That was intense, but I can handle it!”

He looked up at Wei Wei.

”Sister Wei, what’s the daily maximum dosage?”

”There’s no daily limit. Although I’ve diluted and modified your blood, it still contains a complex mix of positive, negative, and other energies. Your other self’s unique constitution allows him to perfectly harmonize these energies, but you clearly can’t.”

”This blood is like poison to you. Each time you drink it, your body absorbs the various energies within, placing a burden on your system. When the accumulated burden exceeds your physical and mental capacity, you’ll instantly perish.”

After Wei Wei’s explanation, Feng Qi finally understood.

The daily quantity didn’t matter; drinking the right amount would lead to immediate death.

Yet he remained determined to try.

As part of the Sacrifice Line, he was meant to be a test subject for trial and error. He no longer felt any psychological burden about it.

With this in mind, he turned to Wei Wei and said:

”Sister Wei, check my latest physical data and adjust the dosage to my maximum tolerance.”

Wei Wei shook her head.

”While we can accurately determine your body’s physical tolerance through data, the blood also carries spiritual damage. With our current technology, we can’t calculate your spiritual tolerance limit.”

”Then let’s go by feel.”

Faced with his request, Wei Wei said nothing more. She stood up and walked toward the refrigerated cabinet.

Two days later.

Training Room 1.

Feng Qi sat cross-legged before the jade statue, his body riddled with needles. Diluted and modified blood flowed steadily into his veins through the IV tubes.

Wei Wei stood beside him, her eyes fixed on the screen displaying the rapidly climbing stress levels, a hint of worry flickering in her gaze.

At that moment, Feng Qi’s consciousness was immersed within the sea of consciousness of his alternate self.

As his body absorbed the energy from the blood, the spiritual glimmer within his perception visibly expanded at an astonishing rate.

This process was undoubtedly forced growth, like pulling up seedlings to make them grow faster. But to accelerate the activation of his combat timeline, he had no other choice.

As time passed, his body flushed crimson like a boiled shrimp, and uncontrollable tremors began to wrack his frame.

Simultaneously, the spiritual glimmer swelled several times its original size within a short span.

Finally, Feng Qi directed the spiritual glimmer to extend golden thread-like tendrils toward the golden-crimson Source Orb.

Moving through the dense, viscous energy felt like swimming through thick liquid, each advance met with immense resistance.

Yet this time, despite the agonizingly slow progress, he was still moving forward.

Just as his body reached its breaking point, the spiritual glimmer made contact with the Source Orb.

In an instant, the glimmer was sucked into the golden-crimson orb.

The innate trait began to flow through the tenuous connection.

Meanwhile, Feng Qi’s body, unable to withstand the overwhelming energy surge, exploded violently.

Amidst the flying flesh and blood, a skeleton etched with crimson and violet patterns slowly rose to its feet...

(End of the Chapter)

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