Star City, Eastern District.
Teleportation Plaza.
After stepping out of the vehicle, Feng Qi looked ahead.
The ground of the teleportation plaza was paved with special jade stone, with thread-like energy lines running beneath, connecting everything together.
At the center of the plaza stood a hundred-meter-tall, semi-circular spatial stabilization stone.
Back when this sacrificial timeline was developing the stable-type spatial teleportation array, Feng Qi had already left. He hadn't been part of this massive spatial construction project.
But just from the construction of this plaza, he could tell that this future timeline had absorbed the lessons learned from the last sacrificial line. The design was more refined, and even the surface of the spatial stabilization stone had been polished to a smoother finish.
The advancements in spatial technology here were clearly visible to the naked eye.
"Boss, what's that?"
Xiao You floated over, lollipop in her mouth, pointing at the spatial stabilization stone curiously.
"It's a spatial teleportation stone. Its function is to prop up and expand spatial structure, making torn spatial fabric more stable."
Xiao You stared blankly for a few seconds, then shook her head with a sigh.
"Can't understand. Too hard."
"It's actually not that hard to understand. Xiao You, do you remember when I fight, sometimes my blade aura tears open those fine spatial cracks?"
"I remember. You said those are space fissures," Xiao You nodded hard.
"Exactly. The space fissures torn during combat are unstable. The world's rules will usually repair them within seconds, and they vanish fast. But inside this spatial stabilization stone are tons of spatial inscriptions. It uses a solid medium to keep those tears open, stabilizing them—that's its role."
As he spoke, Feng Qi pointed to the jade surface beneath the teleportation stone.
"The energy lines under the stone are connected to Star City's energy system, supplying power 24/7 to keep the teleportation array active."
After explaining everything, Feng Qi looked at Xiao You nodding like she half-understood and shook his head helplessly.
Xiao You could make spatial storage tools, yet didn't grasp the basic spatial principles—that was ridiculous.
She was like a master copier, relying entirely on inherited panels from her clan to craft things, rarely bothering with the why.
Over the years, the only thing Xiao You had shown enthusiasm for developing was how to improve the Blade Demon Robe.
A true professional slacker—through and through.
Feng Qi had thought a lot about Xiao You's future.
One thing was certain: even if he brought Xiao You to the Northern Region of Winterfell, she'd be of no use in battle.
Xiao You had zero combat power.
Instead of dragging her through dangerous missions, it was better to leave her in Star City.
At least there, someone could look after her, and her energy-weaving ability could still shine.
But how to integrate Xiao You into human society—that was a big issue.
Some time ago, he had planned to enroll Xiao You in Dawn Kindergarten, hoping she'd gradually adapt to human society and learn their history and culture.
But Xiao You was extremely resistant. She flat-out refused to leave his side.
Enrollment day was beyond awkward.
Feng Qi coordinated with the Education Department and got her a spot in Dawn's early childhood class.
But the moment he tried dropping her off, Xiao You bawled at the kindergarten gate—louder than any other kid. Her tears flowed like a dam bursting.
She cried so hard that it stunned the other kids into silence. They all turned to stare.
Feng Qi had no choice but to bring her back.
After more than one hundred years together, Xiao You had never willingly left his side. Not even once.
This same kind of emotional meltdown had happened in Elf City too.
Back then, when the Elf King pulled Feng Qi into the Elf Tree's inner space, the moment he returned, Xiao You hit him with a chokehold—followed by a full-on sobbing storm.
This careless, death-fearing slacker only had one fear: being separated from him.
After trying countless times to reason with her, Feng Qi gave up.
Now, seeing Xiao You suddenly getting sleepy, Feng Qi smiled and shook his head.
Turning his gaze toward the spatial stone in the center of the plaza, he began walking forward.
Before leaving Star City for the Northern Frontier, he planned to visit the Mist Tribe and catch up with his old friend, Old Mist.
The challenges awaiting Star City's growth were far from over—and they'd need Old Mist's help moving forward.
Originally, he had tried contacting Old Mist remotely using a communicator.
But the signal between here and the Eastern Sea was terrible, often cutting off. After multiple failed attempts, he decided to go in person.
He also wanted to see how Mist City had developed.
Arriving before the spatial stabilization stone, he stood facing the mist-like spread of spatial rifts ahead.
Without hesitation, he stepped in.
Lei Ting and Taihang immediately followed, while Po Jia grabbed Xiao You's leg and dragged her sleepy form into the spatial rift.
Sensing life force, the stabilization stone trembled slightly and began drawing power from the plaza's energy grid.
Inside, the spatial pathway rapidly took form, extending forward toward its exit.
This was a semi-activated mode, designed to conserve power.
Like a TV in standby mode—easy to boot up quickly while saving energy in idle.
Inside the pathway, Feng Qi felt a gentle pushing sensation.
Through the semi-transparent walls of the spatial corridor, he could see thick black ink-like currents swirling. Sometimes, they transformed into dazzling colors, spiraling into countless vortexes of reverse space flow.
The teleportation lasted just over ten seconds.
With a sudden surge of force from behind, the mist ahead cleared, and the sensation of floating beneath his feet turned to solid ground.
What appeared before his eyes looked like a demon's capital straight out of a dark fairytale.
Billowing gray fog blanketed the sky above the entire city. Thick columns of mist connected to the buildings below. In the distance, towering black energy towers loomed, each topped with a floating energy core resembling a bloodshot crimson eye, its surface swirling with a bloody hue.
This was a city utterly unlike Star City.
Everything was built with efficiency in mind, completely ignoring aesthetics or any other "useless" design.
Dark. Mad. Oppressive.
The scene before him was nothing short of a visual shockwave.
This difference stemmed from disparities in racial history, culture, and physiological structure.
The only exception was the Mist Lord.
Within the Mist Lord's Dao Soldier Formation, practically every kind of cold weapon imaginable could be found.
Feng Qi clearly remembered the moment the Mist Lord opened his arsenal to defeat Little Black. Countless weapons coalesced into a massive formation—it was a breathtaking sight that left a profound impression on the then-weak Feng Qi.
All of the shock and awe he felt at the time could be summed up in one line:
Damn, this bastard is rich as hell!
Unfortunately, no matter how hard the Mist Lord tried, it still wasn't enough against the unbeatable Little Black.
In the end, he died in despair beneath Little Black's undying body.
"Boss, there's a cloud of black mist over there… it's watching us."
Xiao You's voice snapped Feng Qi out of his thoughts. He looked in the direction she was pointing and saw two blood-red eyes blinking from within a gray mist high in the sky, staring straight at them.
The moment the presence realized it had been spotted, the mist suddenly shot toward them and stopped a short distance away.
Then it began to condense.
In the blink of an eye, the mist took the shape of a boy who looked about ten years old.
"Human?"
"Yep, I'm human!" Xiao You immediately stepped forward to answer.
"No, you're not. The Elders taught us how to recognize humans. Your flesh particle structure is completely different. You're not human."
Hearing this, Xiao You raised her chin and replied confidently:
"I'm a wild human. I'm different from the normal kind."
"There's such a thing as wild humans?" The boy seemed completely stunned by this and looked shocked.
"Yup."
Feng Qi pulled the proud Xiao You back to his side and smiled at the boy.
"You need something?"
At his question, the boy's face lit up with excitement.
"Wanna trade?"
"Trade what?"
"I've got seafood! Really fresh—just caught. Eating it can boost your human physique. Only costs three bottles of healing potion!"
As he spoke, a cloud of mist appeared before him, and he reached in to pull out a massive fangfish, bigger than he was, still flopping around wildly.
Feng Qi: …
He knew where those healing potions came from.
The raw materials were extracted from a Forest Domain Field humans had captured and enclosed.
The blood of the green-skinned creatures in that domain carried a healing factor. After complex refinement, that factor could be used to make healing potions that quickly restored injuries.
The tech to make those potions had come from the previous timeline.
Back then, it was Old Mist who suggested they not disperse the Forest Domain Field but instead raise it.
He believed it was like having an endless patch of chives—they could harvest the healing factor indefinitely.
Later, Star City even set up several healing potion factories based on materials from that domain.
For the Mist Tribe, though, concentrated healing potions weren't for treating wounds.
They had their own medicines and cultivation techniques better suited for that.
What interested the Mist Tribe was the healing factor itself.
To Old Mist, it was a flesh-growth catalyst, useful in all sorts of applications—repairing blood-structured buildings, maintaining blood pools for healing, and more.
From the boy's actions, it was obvious that Star City and the Mist Tribe traded resources regularly.
Exchanging spiritual seafood for healing potions was clearly one method of commerce between the two races.
Facing the boy's hopeful eyes, Feng Qi could only shake his head.
"Sorry, I'm not here to trade. I came to speak with your tribe leader."
Hearing that, the boy stuffed the still-flopping fangfish back into the mist and asked curiously:
"You wanna see our leader? Why?"
"To catch up."
The boy thought for a few seconds, then suddenly asked, intrigued:
"Wait… are you Feng Qi?"
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, I heard our alliance with the humans started because our leader met a great human hero named Feng Qi. The only person our leader calls an 'old friend' is Feng Qi. You said you came to catch up—who else could it be?"
"I'm Feng Qi. I came to see your leader."
"I knew it!" The boy's face lit up with a grin. He nodded excitedly.
"I'll go tell him right away!"
With that, the boy turned back into mist and shot off toward the city.
"Boss… I bet that flopping fish would taste amazing roasted," Xiao You muttered, watching the boy's misty form disappear, a sparkle of drool at the corner of her mouth.
"Dumb You, is eating the only thing your brain ever thinks about?"
Lei Ting scoffed.
Xiao You thought for a second, then answered seriously:
"I can also make flying masks, Blade Demon Robes, spatial bracelets, energy sashes, energy weapons…"
As she spoke, she proudly placed her hands on her hips.
"Phew, learning all that was a lot of work!"
Feng Qi, Lei Ting, Po Jia, and Taihang: …
Now that the boy had gone to notify Old Mist, and Old Mist hadn't arrived yet, Feng Qi decided to take a stroll through Mist City.
He was very curious about the architecture here—maybe it could offer insights for Star City's future development.
The concept of cultivation-system-based urban design was still just a theory.
The previous sacrificial timelines didn't leave many usable examples.
For instance, in the last timeline, Star City had been devastated by Jian Ji, with its population reduced to a fraction. Eventually, they built a small city outside the ruins of Star City.
That small city was the one Zhang Daowen had defended in Feng Qi's dream of the previous future.
But even that wasn't constructed using cultivation-based architecture.
Not because they didn't want to—but because they couldn't.
There were two major reasons.
First, they lacked the resources. They couldn't build a new city that fast.
Second, Star City was under constant threat of falling, and manpower had become scarce.
The lack of a reference blueprint was another major factor.
That was also one of the key reasons why Feng Qi considered the Silver Moon Clan highly valuable as a cooperative partner.
With engineering support from the Silver Moon Clan, construction efficiency for the new city would improve drastically.
Continuing toward the city center, Feng Qi carefully studied the Mist Tribe's buildings.
Flesh Prison (for blood food), Weapon Forge Hall (for weapon crafting), Blood Pool (for cultivation and healing), Elder Hall (for education), Flesh Moss, Flesh Energy Towers (as energy relay nodes), Gray Fog Canopy (city defense system), Storm Hall (new system R&D hub: for cultivation technique updates, potion crafting, functional architecture development, etc.), Totem Altar (ancestor worship platform), and more.
The Mist Tribe had a wide variety of functional buildings.
These structures showcased the tribe's achievements in building a structured growth system.
Every technological breakthrough signaled a significant leap in the race's overall power.
This stood in sharp contrast to weak tribes.
Weaker races typically had low resource utilization efficiency and were at the very bottom when it came to tech R&D. They didn't even have the means to construct system-based cities.
Right now, the human race was standing at a critical crossroads—on the brink of transitioning into a cultivation-system urban model.
It was a necessary stage in the development of most races.
Even elemental lifeforms weren't exempt. Though their corresponding systems were different, the cities they built reflected their unique nature.
About half an hour later, a red glow flashed across the skyline.
Feng Qi looked up and saw a dense wave of gray mist shooting into the sky, then swirling into a massive cloud that rushed toward him.
Realizing the real deal had arrived, he stopped in place.
The mist surged toward him at high speed and hovered just a few meters away before rapidly condensing.
A humanoid figure with purple hair and purple eyes took shape mid-air, arms crossed, looking down at him.
"Get down here," Feng Qi grinned and shouted.
The Mist Lord immediately descended and landed in front of him.
"How long have you been back?"
"Over a month. I tried contacting you, but it never worked. Now that I've wrapped up the record work, I figured I'd just come here myself."
Hearing that, the Mist Lord shook his head.
"During city construction, I activated the defense shield. The communicator you gave me can't penetrate the barrier, so contact was impossible… come on, let's go to my place."
Feng Qi nodded right away.
The Mist Lord's body burst apart and turned into a mass of mist, lifting the group as it flew toward the city center.
In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the Mist Hall.
This was not only the Mist Lord's residence but also the working center of the Elder Council of the Mist Tribe.
From above, the Mist Hall looked like an elliptical palace. At the center of its dome hovered a crimson energy core.
This was the Mist Tribe's communication device, known as the Blood Link.
No messengers were needed. Messages from the Mist Hall could be transmitted through the blood core's signal system to other locations with a linked blood core.
Likewise, remote blood cores could instantly relay messages to the Mist Hall.
Besides being convenient, the system was also extremely secure.
For example, when intel came in from the front lines, even if intercepted by enemy forces, the encryption was impossible to decode without the Mist Tribe's specific decoding method.
Beyond wartime use, the system also handled domestic communications.
Once on the ground, Feng Qi followed the mist into the hall.
Inside, dozens of towering stone pillars lined both sides, each carved with countless faces—these were the ancestors who had made significant contributions to the Mist Tribe's development.
In their cultural tradition, ancestors weren't seen as gone—they continued to accompany the tribe's growth in another form.
The grand hall was vast and empty, though gray mist clouds could be seen swirling above.
They reached the second floor of the hall, where a statue of an old man stood.
His face bore deep lines of age, and his purple eyes seemed to gaze through the rise and fall of all things. His body was etched with blood-like silver-red markings, and a fog-like imprint sat on his chest.
Just meeting his gaze brought a sense of ancient solemnity.
This was the first generation leader who led the Mist Tribe to rise.
Also the same mining old ancestor Old Mist always talked about—the one who supposedly found a miracle with a single slurp.
As they walked past the statue, the corridor walls on both sides displayed historical murals of the Mist Tribe, depicting key events in their rise and progress.
This made Feng Qi recall something Old Mist once said.
He'd explained that for any race to develop cohesion, it had to go through several stages: starting with shared customs formed under similar environments, evolving those customs into culture, and finally, solidifying that culture into a shared history.
Learn from the past to understand rise and decline.
That was the essence of building racial identity and unity.
Feng Qi didn't spend too much time analyzing the murals.
He had already visited the Mist King City during one of the future dream timelines.
Back then, the Mist King City was far more advanced than this current iteration. Its functional buildings and overall scale completely outclassed what now looked like a small developing settlement.
According to the upper brass of Star City, the current Mist City didn't even have one hundred thousand residents yet.
It was still in the early stage of recovery and regrowth.
He vividly remembered the moment Old Mist brought him to Mist King City in that dream.
The buildings there shimmered like illusions, coated in black fog. Embedded in their surfaces were countless crystals that radiated stable energy.
At the time, future Old Mist explained that the entire city could be moved at will.
Those embedded crystals were the core components of the functional buildings.
The entire city could be lifted and flown away at any time. In emergencies, it could be disassembled—just rearrange and deploy the stabilized crystals, and the illusory Mist City would reappear.
These kinds of mobile, illusory cities were a form of safety net on the crisis-ridden battlefields of the future.
For example, if the Mist Tribe suddenly encountered an overwhelmingly powerful race, Old Mist could just reclaim the city's core crystals and retreat with his people.
Always planning for the worst before it happened—that was Old Mist's style.
They walked deeper into the main hall, passed through three layers of energy barriers, and arrived at a blood pool.
Within it, crimson liquid churned slowly.
Above the room hung a communication bloodstone connected directly to the energy core at the top of the hall. There were no desks or office furniture here—just a large bloodstone about one meter high, covering an area of roughly thirty square meters, etched with countless glyphs.
Above, countless black runes circled the bloodstone in a slow orbit.
As soon as Feng Qi entered, he felt his concentration sharpen, his mind becoming more alert and active.
Following Old Mist onto the bloodstone, Feng Qi immediately sensed a flood of data surging around him—though he couldn't interpret any of it.
Clearly, this was where Old Mist processed internal tribal affairs.
Old Mist waved his hand toward the blood pool, and several blobs of blood-red liquid floated up and hovered before him.
"This is refined blood from a Sea Antler Deer, a high-tier domain creature. It's super rare. Wanna try it?"
"Absolutely."
Before Feng Qi could respond, Xiao You had already nodded vigorously and brought her mouth close to one of the blobs, slurping it down in a gulp.
Seeing that, Feng Qi followed suit and took in a blood blob himself.
Though crimson in color, a closer look revealed countless sparkling blue particles suspended within the liquid.
It tasted lightly fragrant at first, then burst into a rich aroma. Feng Qi could feel the blood starting to boil inside him.
As his body digested the high-tier domain creature blood, faint strands of impurities were expelled from his pores.
Just one sip had slightly improved the overall quality of his blood.
"Good stuff."
Feng Qi couldn't help but nod in approval.
"Great stuff. It'd be even better if I could have another sip."
Xiao You mimicked Feng Qi's tone and complimented the blood, then boldly made her request.
"What's this little one's deal?" Old Mist looked curiously at Xiao You, who was pretending to act mature while still nodding.
Knowing Xiao You was about to say something outrageous, Feng Qi quickly cut in.
"Picked her up on the road."
"The others too?" The Mist Lord's gaze swept across Po Jia, Taihang, and Lei Ting.
"Yeah, lots happened during the journey. Met all sorts of people… kids, old guys, all kinds. Now they just follow me around."
"Not bad. Judging by the flesh-sense technique, the blood and energy potential in their bodies isn't low. Especially this one," Old Mist said, pointing at Lei Ting.
"He's one of the old guys," Xiao You immediately corrected.
Old Mist didn't pursue the point and instead turned back to Xiao You, continuing,
"As for you, while your blood and energy quality isn't great, I can sense a high-grade energy core inside your body. You're probably an elemental-type lifeform."
"No, I'm actually a human." Xiao You shrank her neck and insisted with a guilty look.
Whether she was human or not, Xiao You clearly knew the truth, but she still insisted she was human.
Feng Qi understood why.
It wasn't that Xiao You couldn't accept reality—she just wanted to approach humans under the identity of one of them.
She wasn't afraid of being rejected by humans. What she feared was being rejected and having that change how Feng Qi felt about her.
She just wanted to blend in with humans so she could stay by her boss's side.
Old Mist didn't argue with her. He looked at Feng Qi with a smile and said,
"Since you're back, you're probably heading for the Northern Winter Frontier soon. Confident in your strength?"
"Yeah. I should be stronger than you now."
"Bullshit. Try me." Old Mist shot back without missing a beat.
"Forget it. Don't wanna hurt you." Feng Qi didn't press the issue.
He knew just how stubborn Old Mist could be from that past sacrifice timeline.
Even when the truth was staring him in the face, Old Mist would stubbornly insist "next time for sure," "I'll get serious later," "I've got a secret technique for the late game," and so on.
As the leader of a race, pride was carved into his bones.
But unlike Lei Ting's pride, Old Mist's wouldn't become a liability when it counted.
When it was time to retreat, Old Mist retreated faster than anyone.
For example, when facing the Blood Soul Clan, if he knew they couldn't win, he'd absolutely evacuate the tribe without even thinking about a fight.
Old Mist just wasn't the type to gamble on unknowns.
The only time he did take a major risk—climbing the Path to the Heavens—was a move he'd been forced into.
In the Domain World, climbing the Path to the Heavens was inevitable, whether early or late.
Back then, Old Mist figured if he had to take the risk anyway, might as well go early and carve out a foothold for the Mist Tribe in the human world. Use that as a base for rapid expansion.
Any time he did have a choice, Old Mist always played it safe.
The fact that he endured for one thousand five hundred years, laying down a plan to sacrifice both numerous domain factions and the entire human race, showed how deep his patience ran.
In comparison, Lei Ting still had a long way to go in terms of temperament.
Prideful, impulsive—that was what made Lei Ting emotionally immature.
As they chatted casually, Old Mist asked Feng Qi about his journey. Feng Qi smoothly pulled out a tablet from his spatial bracelet, which stored video footage of his experiences.
Then he gave a short recap of the key events from his long trip.
This time, beyond just catching up with Old Mist, Feng Qi had a lot of questions he wanted to ask—and he intended to refer to Old Mist's advice carefully.
For example, if he chose to collaborate with the Silver Moon Clan in the next future timeline, how could he ensure they were trustworthy? How could mutual trust be built? And how could he manage and prevent potential risks in advance?
Another issue was how Believers, when using talent abilities from the Main Timeline, often experienced mental instability. How should that be addressed?
Even when it came to the planning of new city construction in the future, Feng Qi wanted Old Mist's input.
He might not adopt Old Mist's advice outright, but using it as a reference would definitely help.
Whenever Feng Qi posed a question, Old Mist would always pause to think for a moment, then offer a suggestion he considered solid.
As they chatted, the unfamiliar distance brought by over a hundred years apart gradually faded.
The two of them joked and dreamed together again, just like in the old days, sharing their hopes for the future.
This former so-called "villain" shared the same dream—to lead their people to greatness, face down the most dangerous future, and push through the coming tide of fate.
At one point, Old Mist brought up a strategy for dealing with Jian Ji.
Old Mist believed that even if Jian Ji was killed in this timeline, it wouldn't stop him from wreaking havoc on Winterfell in the next timeline.
In other words, even if Jian Ji died, it wouldn't prevent the citizens of Winterfell in the next future line from being refined into Sword Spirits.
So even in victory, Winterfell would be left devastated.
Recovery would take a very long time.
To truly eliminate the threat Jian Ji posed, he would have to be killed before he refined the people of Winterfell.
That was the real purpose of the Sacrifice Line—not just killing Jian Ji.
But here's the problem: Jian Ji only needed a single thought to begin refining the people of Winterfell. It was practically impossible to stop him before that moment came.
That created an endless loop.
Each time a Sacrifice Line wanted to liberate Winterfell, the city would first have to endure Jian Ji's disaster—millions of lives turned into sword spirits.
So any future cooperation between Star City and Winterfell would only happen with a ruined Winterfell.
Old Mist proposed a clean solution to this.
Use the Main Timeline's properties to erase Jian Ji.
If he was killed by Feng Qi from the Main Timeline, Jian Ji would completely vanish from the River of Time, including from the Main Timeline itself.
The only concern was whether the natural restoration of time would create a new entity similar to Jian Ji after his erasure.
Actually, Feng Qi had discussed this with the Narrator before.
The Narrator's conclusion was: the past had already happened and wouldn't change. But beings erased from the Main Timeline would be gone for good—though their memories would still linger in the minds of those who'd encountered them.
Only the future could be changed. The past was fixed.
For example, the Dark God had been erased by Feng Qi.
Even so, the Dark God Sect still existed in that Sacrifice Line—but their god could never awaken again.
The past was frozen. The future was what could be altered.
Take Jian Ji and the Demonic Blade, for instance.
They remained mortal enemies. But once the Demonic Blade entered the Main Timeline, it would never again find any trace of Jian Ji.
Jian Ji had been wiped from the Main Timeline precisely at the moment he entered the future dream.
But erasing domain creatures that hadn't yet emerged in reality was a different matter.
For instance, if Feng Qi killed a domain creature from the future before it was born in the real world, it would be removed entirely from the River of Time.
Still, this might lead to the birth of another being that wasn't originally supposed to exist.
Say someone named A was meant to be born 300 years from now, but was killed by Feng Qi from the Main Timeline 1500 years later. A would then completely vanish from all future timelines. Even if A's mother got pregnant, the child would either be stillborn or be someone else entirely—like B.
This would have ripple effects on the future.
Whether the Narrator's conclusion was entirely accurate—well, the future had already offered partial answers.
But it still needed Feng Qi to test it for himself.
Old Mist's suggestion was the best experiment yet.
If it worked, it would yield the most precise answer.
His method was to cripple Jian Ji instead of killing him. Then seal him away until 1500 years later, when Feng Qi from the Main Timeline could personally end his life.
That way, Jian Ji would be thoroughly wiped out by the Main Timeline's law of erasure.
The threat he posed to Winterfell would become a thing of the past—forever.
Old Mist's proposal really stirred Feng Qi's heart.
Compared to endlessly repeating the cycle of killing Jian Ji and receiving a ruined Winterfell in return, this was a one-and-done solution—and it would also serve as a perfect test of time-erasure mechanics.
If it worked, then future Sacrifice Lines could start with Winterfell already in alliance with Star City, developing together in terms of resources and intelligence. They could even build a stable spatial teleportation array for permanent connectivity.
That would greatly boost the human race's overall strength.
And open the door to countless future possibilities.
As they kept chatting, Feng Qi kept nodding thoughtfully at Old Mist's ideas and suggestions.
Time passed quickly, and the moment of parting arrived.
Old Mist personally escorted him to the teleportation array, smiling as he said,
"Come back alive. I don't like your people's tributes—they taste awful."
"When I bring Jian Ji back, I'll treat you to the blood of the Sword Clan's patriarch. Bet it tastes better than any high-tier domain creature."
"I'll be waiting."
Old Mist nodded solemnly.
"And me too!" Xiao You raised her hand and bounced with excitement.