Hijacking the Timeline

Just as the Lord of the Mist prepared to use Feng Qi as leverage, an unexpected turn of events unfolded.

The gray mist chains binding Feng Qi’s limbs snapped. No longer under the Lord of the Mist’s control, Feng Qi’s qi blood rapidly coalesced at his skin, forming flesh and muscle.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Qi transformed into a crimson giant over three meters tall.

He winked at the Lord of the Mist from afar before charging forward with astonishing speed.

Simultaneously, Mu Qing’s fist wind crashed down.

Faced with the dual assault, the Lord of the Mist instinctively dodged.

He narrowly evaded the strike, but its residual force shattered a massive cluster of gray mist.

At that moment, Feng Qi’s crimson fist slammed down before him.

Caught off guard, the Lord of the Mist conjured a gray mist fist and clashed violently with Feng Qi’s blow.

Boom!

The shockwave erupted from their clash, scattering the dense gray mist in all directions.

Immediately afterward, the Lord of the Mist’s misty fist dissipated, and Mu Qing’s figure materialized behind him, shattering his body with a swift strike.

Under this relentless assault, the Lord of the Mist felt like he was about to cough up blood.

He had underestimated Feng Qi, assuming he was an easy target since he hadn’t made a move until now.

But Feng Qi’s hidden strength proved formidable.

Now, with the two of them working together, the Lord of the Mist had no hope of victory.

Driven by a desperate will to survive, he made the decisive choice to expend his primal power in a desperate attempt to break free.

The gray mist surged with qi blood, turning crimson as a colossal Blood Giant slowly coalesced. With a single massive palm, it sent Feng Qi flying.

Feng Qi stared at the crimson giant formed from qi blood, his expression conflicted.

A similar scene had unfolded in Old Day City.

Back then, the Lord of the Mist had risked everything, sacrificing his primal power to buy Feng Qi a sliver of hope.

Conflicting emotions churned within him, but he gritted his teeth and lunged toward the Lord of the Mist.

Any hesitation now would betray all those who had sacrificed themselves along the Sacrifice Line.

Bearing the weight of everyone’s hopes, he had to steel himself to kill the Lord of the Mist, denying him any chance of escape.

Faced with the combined assault of Feng Qi and Mu Qing, the Lord of the Mist attempted to flee into the sky, only to be repeatedly dispersed and reformed.

The blood mist struggled to coalesce, yet the Lord of the Mist, like a starving wolf, continued to fight desperately.

His boundless desire for survival refused to let him perish here.

He harbored grand ambitions for the future, including the revival of his clansmen.

None of these dreams had yet been realized.

But this time, against the combined might of Feng Qi and Mu Qing, escape was impossible, especially with Liu Yue waiting outside, ready to strike at any moment.

Under their relentless assault, the Blood Giant’s regenerative abilities steadily weakened.

Finally, parts of the Blood Giant’s body could no longer maintain their form.

Amidst the swirling crimson mist, a purple-haired, violet-eyed youth glared fiercely at them, his gaze burning with resentment.

”I won’t fall... I won’t!”

Another devastating blow from Mu Qing left the Lord of the Mist’s eyes glazed over, his voice a desperate, pleading murmur.

His words overflowed with an infinite attachment to life.

As his consciousness faded, memories flooded his mind—scenes from before he had forged his path.

As if time and space had blurred, memories flashed through his mind like slides.

In that year, clad in his Grey Mist Battle Robe, he stood before the Grey Mist Throne. The firelight blazed like daylight, and countless Mist Clan members bowed in worship.

There, he swore an oath to his people:

To lead the Mist Clan to the pinnacle of the mountains, until we transcend the cycle of life and death, and usher in an eternal, glorious future.

Those ambitious words echoed vividly in his mind.

Now, on the brink of death, he gazed upward, reaching out to grasp the unattainable stars, desperate for a sliver of hope. His swaying body seemed ready to collapse at any moment.

”Roar!”

In a final, defiant roar, he glared at the sky, as if time itself froze. Feng Qi trembled uncontrollably.

Memories of his time growing up with the Lord of the Mist flooded his mind:

From the snow-covered front lines to their days working together in Winterfrost City, then their transfer to the Old Day City Supply Zone, where they started as low-level fishing warriors before joining the Death Star Battle Group... and finally, their years at the Tiger Soul Research Institute.

The Lord of the Mist once stood atop the headquarters building of the Tiger Soul Research Institute, pointing at the rising red sun and declaring:

”Feng Qi, when I reach the summit in the future, there will be a place for you by my side.”

When Feng Qi asked the Lord of the Mist why he was so determined to reach the peak, the Lord of the Mist replied with a smile:

”Only from the highest mountain peak can you see the great rivers flowing. Only from the summit of the peaks can you truly feel the vastness of the wind. There lies the true freedom I seek—where no one can dictate the future of me or my clansmen!”

At that time, the Lord of the Mist’s eyes burned with longing for the summit.

On the execution ground, the Lord of the Mist fought his way through a bloodbath to reach Feng Qi and carried him away on his back.

When Feng Qi asked why he had come, the Lord of the Mist smiled and replied:

”My clansmen are all dead. You’re my only family now. I’m taking you home.”

In his final moments, clinging to life with every fiber of his being, the Lord of the Mist trembled as he told Feng Qi to continue his journey, to witness the true summit.

With his last breath, he entrusted Feng Qi with the operational principles of the Flesh Cauldron.

His dying wish was simply for Feng Qi to reach the peak and see the view from the summit on his behalf.

It was undeniable that the Lord of the Mist was ruthless and heartless, willing to use any means necessary to achieve his goals, treating all life as mere pawns to be manipulated and sacrificed at will.

Yet the way he treated his own emotions seemed so genuine.

Feng Qi always felt a pang of guilt when facing the Lord of the Mist.

Seeing him now in such a helpless and bewildered state, Feng Qi’s heart ached with sharp, piercing pain.

But he still chose to close his eyes at that moment.

Mu Qing’s fist, burning like the scorching sun, crashed down...

(End of the Chapter)

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