Before the Mist Lord died, it had etched the operational trajectory of the Flesh Cauldron onto the ground before it.
This trajectory was later recorded by the Scarlet Squad that came to rescue it.
After waking up, Feng Qi had attempted to cultivate the Flesh Cauldron technique, imprinting its detailed trajectory into his memory.
Now, facing Little Cripple and the other intelligent domain creatures, his situation was dire—
And he suddenly thought—
Could he activate the Flesh Cauldron to strip Little Cripple and the other domain creatures of their flesh and blood?
But—
There was a massive problem standing in his way.
If not handled properly, it could have catastrophic consequences for the future of humanity.
Any creature he killed and absorbed blood mist from would be completely erased from existence across the multiverse.
He was certain that humanity in Star City was already completely wiped out—
But he couldn't be sure if humans still survived in other cities.
If, after his death, there were still humans in other regions who had practiced Flesh Sacrifice—
Then the moment he activated the Flesh Cauldron switch, those people would also be erased, leaving behind not even a trace of their existence.
According to the narrator, this was a form of causal annihilation.
To put it simply—
If Person A practiced Flesh Sacrifice and had a descendant, Person B, then killing B would mean that B never existed in the future timeline.
Even if, in another timeline, Person A conceived B again, there would only be two possible outcomes:
1. A miscarriage— because B's existence was erased, leaving behind only a soulless lump of flesh.
2. A new child, Person C— but C would be completely different from B, having no connection to the original timeline.
The consequences of causal annihilation were terrifying.
The Mist Lord's snap had erased all beings in a single timeline who had practiced Flesh Sacrifice.
But if Feng Qi snapped his fingers—
It was very likely that he would erase them from existence across the entire multiverse.
A horrifying image flashed in his mind.
In other cities, the last human survivors—
Consumed by crimson flames after he snapped his fingers, their flesh burning into mist, vanishing forever.
At that thought—
He hesitated.
If he couldn't confirm whether humans still survived in other cities—
Activating the Flesh Cauldron was an irresponsible decision.
[Not necessarily a dead-end.]
[From the past timelines, we know that after the Mist Lord snapped its fingers, it had to stay put and wait for the sacrificial blood mist from other cities to arrive.]
[Absorbing the sacrificial energy of the entire world takes time.]
[In your case, if you snap your fingers, you'll probably be dead before you can even finish absorbing the sacrificial blood mist from Star City.]
Hearing the narrator's explanation, Feng Qi nodded.
It made sense.
If he died before the sacrificial blood mist from other cities arrived, then he wouldn't have to worry about accidentally erasing other potential human survivors.
After all, his method of annihilation was tied to absorbing the blood mist and extracting new abilities.
With that in mind—
A bold idea formed in his head.
First— Snap his fingers and kill Little Cripple and the other domain creatures.
Then— Immediately die, preventing any further domino effects.
Just as he prepared to act—
The narrator's voice suddenly interrupted:
[Don't get too excited. You might've forgotten something thanks to your overlapping memories—]
[Sure, in the sacrifice timeline, you could cultivate the Flesh Cauldron.]
[But in the main timeline, your body has a unique constitution.]
[You literally can't cultivate.]
[The Flesh Cauldron isn't just a spell—it's a cultivation method.]
Hearing the narrator's words, Feng Qi froze.
He almost forgot—
In the main timeline, he was completely incapable of cultivation.
But even so—
He wanted to try.
Meanwhile—
Little Cripple was still relentlessly attacking him.
Feng Qi gritted his teeth, enduring the pain as he closed his eyes.
Inside his mind—
The Flesh Cauldron's technique trajectory started to activate.
Crimson light points followed his consciousness, tracing a complex pattern inside his body.
As the pattern formed—
The vortex of cultivation began to take shape.
The external spiritual energy was pulled into his body.
Following the Flesh Cauldron's trajectory, it slowly transformed into a thin layer of blood mist—
Gradually gathering and condensing, its color deepening.
CRACK!
Just as Feng Qi thought he could fully condense the blood core—
A sharp cracking sound echoed through his mind.
The blood core collapsed.
[Welp, game over.]
[In the sacrifice timeline, sure, you could play around with snapping your fingers and ending the world.]
[But in reality—]
[You're screwed. Your special constitution prevents you from any form of cultivation outside of hunting.]
Feng Qi opened his eyes in disappointment.
Looking at Little Cripple, who was about to strike again—
He made a sudden decision.
He lunged forward—
And bit down.
Little Cripple's kick landed hard on Feng Qi's neck—
But at the same time—
Feng Qi's teeth sank into Little Cripple's leg.
The sudden counterattack clearly caught Little Cripple off guard.
With a savage shake of his head—
Feng Qi tore off a chunk of flesh from Little Cripple's leg.
Little Cripple let out a piercing scream, stumbling backward in pain.
Lying down and waiting for death was never Feng Qi's style.
He believed that struggling and fighting in the face of despair was the only way to create hope.
The duration of his Blood Source state was running out—
This was his last chance.
[No big deal. If you lose, you can just come back in the next future dream and kick "undead Little Cripple" to vent your frustration. Out of all these timelines, you're really not gonna let him win even once?]
Ignoring the narrator's sarcasm, Feng Qi tensed every muscle in his body, preparing to go all out.
His veins bulged.
An immense surge of power built up within him, his heart hammering like an engine stepping on the gas.
The thick energy of blood and qi spread throughout his entire body, driven by his accelerating heartbeat.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The heavy thuds of his heartbeat were so loud that even those outside could hear it clearly.
Sensing the rapid increase in his strength, the domain creature restraining him from behind immediately intensified its grip.
But this time—
There was no interference from Little Cripple.
A pure contest of raw power—
And in Blood Source form, Feng Qi was the stronger one.
With a ferocious roar, he ripped apart one of the arms coiled around him—
Then grabbed the other and threw the entire creature over his shoulder.
At that moment—
The narrator's voice echoed in his mind:
[Three golden rules for fighting: Kill the damage dealer first, take out the fragile ones first, and get rid of the controllers first. You know what to do.]
Hearing this, Feng Qi didn't hesitate.
He immediately lunged at the bandaged domain creature, the one that could manipulate gravity.
This enemy's ability was too dangerous.
If left alive, it would keep limiting his movements.
Just now, the reason he couldn't break free was largely because of this creature's gravity manipulation, along with Little Cripple's relentless attacks.
Seeing Feng Qi suddenly closing in, the bandaged creature's eyes widened in shock.
But before it could react—
Feng Qi had already grabbed its head with one hand—
And slammed it into the ground.
Boom!
The creature's bandages unraveled, revealing a thin and withered body beneath.
At the same time—
The bandages shot out, attempting to restrain Feng Qi again.
The binding lasted only a few seconds before—
The dark green flames burning around Feng Qi's body ignited the bandages, causing them to rot and disintegrate instantly.
Boom!
With the bindings broken, Feng Qi smashed the creature's head into the ground again.
Like a watermelon hitting concrete at high speed, its skull burst apart, splattering white and red fluids everywhere.
This domain creature's power was formidable—
But its defense was incredibly weak.
Or, as the narrator put it:
[I can afford to make countless mistakes— But you? You only get one chance.]
As the blood mist surged into Feng Qi's body, a wave of satisfaction washed over him.
Sensing an attack coming from behind, he turned around and swung his fist without hesitation.
The air cracked as his punch tore through the space ahead—
Boom!
His fist clashed directly against Little Cripple's leg.
For a moment, they were deadlocked—
Until the shockwave from the impact blasted outward, sending dust and debris flying in all directions.
The ground beneath them cracked under the pressure, then collapsed completely.
The collision of strength ignited a deep fury within Feng Qi.
With a rage-filled roar, he pushed forward, sending Little Cripple flying backward.
As he stood there, shrouded in thick blood mist, he looked like a demon straight out of hell.
Just as he was about to chase after Little Cripple—
A new figure emerged from the metal passageway.
The figure was small and slender, about the same size as the blue-skinned assassins.
It held a golden scepter in one hand and wore a long white robe.
Its forehead was engraved with golden markings, and its pure gold eyes had concentric golden rings swirling within them.
Then—
It tapped the golden scepter against the ground.
In an instant—
A pair of massive, pure white wings unfurled from its back.
Feng Qi glanced at it briefly—
But chose to ignore it, continuing his pursuit of Little Cripple.
His priority was to kill Little Cripple first—
Then deal with this new enemy later.
[Be careful.]
The narrator's voice turned serious:
[That thing's energy is incredibly pure.]
[It's on a completely different level compared to Little Cripple and the other domain creatures.]
[I originally thought Little Cripple was the one in charge of Star City Shelter—]
[But clearly, that's not the case.]
As the narrator spoke, the golden-robed domain creature turned its gaze toward Feng Qi.
From the scepter in its hand, a golden sphere of light materialized—
And shot forward at an incredible speed, intercepting Feng Qi's path.
Feng Qi had no intention of stopping.
But the moment he collided with the golden sphere—
He felt an immense resistance pressing down on him.
The golden sphere then began circling around him.
As it moved—
A coffin covered in intricate golden runes materialized, sealing him inside.
For the first time in a future dream, Feng Qi had encountered an opponent with a fully developed system of abilities.
Up until now, every domain creature he faced relied solely on bloodline talents in battle—
But this time—
Things were different.
Unlike humans, who developed spell techniques to amplify their combat abilities, domain creatures relied solely on their natural talents.
The golden coffin solidified further, its oppressive force bearing down on Feng Qi from all sides.
With a furious roar, he tensed his muscles, attempting to shatter the coffin's hold with brute strength.
But the golden-robed figure standing in the metal passageway raised its scepter once again.
The golden orb still floating in the air suddenly merged with the coffin.
A complex golden disc pattern appeared on the coffin's surface—
And a strange, invisible force began invading his mind.
The dual assault on both his body and consciousness made the pressure unbearable.
Despite the agony, Feng Qi gritted his teeth and searched for a way to break free.
At that moment, a voice echoed in his mind—
And it wasn't the narrator.
"Release your consciousness… Let me leave my imprint on your soul… and submit to me."
Realizing it was the domain creature imprisoning him, Feng Qi snarled in response:
"Submit to your damn mother!"
Tension coiled in his muscles as he prepared to fight back.
The voice spoke again, this time colder—
"Submit, or die."
[Knowing you, this isn't a choice—it's just a really polite way of saying 'you're screwed.']
The narrator chuckled mockingly.
"Shut up! Do you have a way to get me out of this?"
[Oh, I do. But you might not like it.]
"Spit it out! I can't hold on much longer!"
Sweat dripped from Feng Qi's forehead, his veins bulging from the intense strain.
[Well… How about just submitting? That should get you out immediately.]
Feng Qi: …
At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to strangle the narrator.
The golden coffin tightened its grip, the pressure multiplying.
Even with his Blood Source form, Feng Qi felt his bones nearing their breaking point.
Just when he thought he might die before even facing Little Black—
Something changed outside.
The goat-headed demons, who had been holding off the wave of humanoid monsters, suddenly turned their heads toward the golden coffin.
They seemed to sense that Feng Qi was on the brink of death.
Low, ancient chants began rising among them.
One by one, more goat-headed demons joined in, their bodies igniting with eerie green flames.
As the chanting intensified, their bodies began to dissolve, turning into pure qi and blood that hovered in the air.
The energy gathered, forming a vast ocean of blood essence.
Inside the golden coffin, Feng Qi could hear his bones fracturing.
His qi and blood had almost completely drained, and his Blood Source form was on the verge of collapse.
Then, the narrator spoke again:
[Uh-oh… Looks like the goat-headed demons are about to make the ultimate sacrifice for you.]
"Sacrifice?"
Feng Qi's mind blanked for a second.
Then, he suddenly understood what the narrator meant.
Back when he fought the stone mountain creature that granted him the Purple Soul ability, the goat-headed demons had sacrificed themselves—
Granting him unimaginable power at the moment of his greatest desperation.
"I'm saved!" Feng Qi shouted excitedly.
[On behalf of the goat-headed demons, I'd like to say: 'Damn, you're welcome.']
Outside, the vast ocean of blood essence surged toward the golden coffin, seeping through the golden inscriptions and into Feng Qi's body.
The searing heat of the energy coursed through him, and his body began to transform.
Last time, only a dozen goat-headed demons had sacrificed themselves—
But this time, there were hundreds.
As the power poured into him, Feng Qi couldn't help but wonder—
Just how strong would he become after absorbing all of this?
The sacrificial energy rushed through his veins, spreading throughout his body.
A pair of sharp demon horns pierced through his forehead.
The dark green flames around him flared wildly.
His muscles swelled, his bones stretched, and the coffin restraining him cracked under the pressure.
Beneath him, Little Cripple and the other domain creatures stared in horror.
His body kept growing—
8 meters, 15 meters, 20 meters…
The dark green flames inscribed ancient, twisted runes onto his skin.
A pair of massive, pitch-black skeletal wings emerged from his back.
Above him—
A shadowy image of the Dark God materialized.
This phantom of the Dark God had six hollow openings—
One on its head, four on its limbs, and one at its center.
At this moment—
The central cavity was filled by the sacrificial energy, forming a dark green gemstone that pulsed with an ominous glow.
The overwhelming pain of the transformation made Feng Qi clench his teeth, his entire body burning with power.
Black mist poured from his skin, swirling around him like a storm.
His gigantic body—
Now over 40 meters tall—
Looked like a monster that had clawed its way out of hell itself.
The aura of sheer malevolence radiating from him made the domain creatures below tremble in fear.
Little Cripple and the others stared up at him, their expressions frozen in terror.
Clearly, they had no idea what was happening.
The excruciating pain made Feng Qi let out a deafening roar.
It was like thunder cracking through the heavens.
The ground trembled beneath him.
The black mist surrounding him swirled violently, like a hurricane raging in the abyss.
The intense pressure of his presence was so terrifying that—
A massive flying beast, originally speeding toward their battlefield, suddenly flapped its wings and fled in the opposite direction.
[I hereby declare the goat-headed demons as the best sacrificial offerings in future dream history!]