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After the Spirit Energy Clan member departed, a scarlet glint flickered in the eyes of the figure wearing the White Bone Mask.
The deeper he delved into the Spirit Energy Clan's machinations, the more his heart trembled with dread.
The Spirit Energy Clan's grand strategy for the future required cultivating five powerful auxiliary forces.
Originally, the Dark God Race had no right to become one of the Spirit Energy Clan's five subordinate forces and receive their resource support.
It was all a matter of chance.
He learned this from the Spirit Lord himself.
At the time, the Spirit Energy Clan had compiled a list of Domain Forces they intended to cultivate, planning to select the five with the greatest potential for focused development.
One of these forces was called the Mist Clan.
The Mist Clan ranked first on the Spirit Energy Clan's cultivation list.
But before the Spirit Energy Clan could initiate their cultivation efforts, the Mist Clan's Domain Field collapsed, and its members vanished without a trace.
This left a vacancy on the cultivation list.
Ultimately, the Dark God Race successfully seized the opportunity.
It was precisely through the Spirit Energy Clan's vigorous support that the Dark God Race was able to develop so rapidly.
Though he harbored resentment toward the Spirit Lord's orders, he dared not voice it openly.
The figure wearing the White Bone Mask raised his head to gaze at the Dark God statue standing before him.
Once, the Dark God Race had been immensely powerful.
Even a force like the Spirit Energy Clan would have been unworthy to serve as their slaves.
But those days were long past.
He knew the Spirit Energy Clan's support came with ulterior motives.
Cooperating with them was undoubtedly like seeking skins from a tiger, risking the annihilation of their entire race.
Yet the greater the risk, the greater the reward.
Wasn't it also exploiting the platform created by the Spirit Energy Clan to rapidly advance the Dark God Race?
Once the number of humans who believed in the Dark God reached a critical mass, it could establish a spiritual connection with all its followers and infuse them with a special power.
Gradually transforming its believers into new members of its race.
If this plan succeeded, the Dark God Race's future would hold infinite promise.
With an inexhaustible supply of faith power and a massive influx of new clansmen, the Dark God Kingdom, once relegated to ancient texts, might be reborn.
Then it could lead its people to break free from the Spirit Energy Clan's control, perhaps even enslaving the Spirit Energy Clan itself.
But when it thought of the stalled progress of the Dark God Cult's branch in Star City, it couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.
If their faith-cultivation plan couldn't keep pace with the Spirit Energy Clan's development, the Dark God Race would likely be excluded from the support list.
After all, the Spirit Energy Clan hadn't yet finalized the five forces they intended to nurture.
It was entirely possible that unforeseen complications might arise along the way.
Without the support of the Spirit Energy Clan, the Dark God Race's development would be severely hampered.
At this thought, a flicker of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes beneath the White Bone Mask.
Only two options lay before it now.
First, wait for the Spirit Energy Clan's investigation results. But the duration of this wait was entirely unknown—the Spirit Energy Clan might not even take the matter seriously.
Second, risk conducting its own investigation. This was extremely dangerous, potentially provoking forces it shouldn't and bringing catastrophic consequences upon the Dark God Race.
The Spirit Energy Clan had warned: "Investigate if you wish, but bear the consequences yourself."
On one hand, an uncertain wait; on the other, a perilous investigation.
After agonizing deliberation, it clenched its fist.
Entrusting its fate entirely to others was unacceptable.
Having already entered the game, it would gamble to the end, fight to the bitter end.
Only by doing so could it maximize its gains.
The outcome was binary: success or failure.
One month later.
Tiger Soul Headquarters.
The Lord of the Mist flipped through the mission list sent by the Domain Weakling Alliance, nodding in satisfaction.
Just as he had predicted.
After the Dark God Cult's branch in Star City was suppressed, the cult's backers had indeed attempted to investigate him through the city's Weakling Clan Alliance.
By today, over a hundred investigation missions had been launched against him.
But he had successfully intercepted every one of them, ensuring that the Dark God Cult's backers in Old Day City remained completely in the dark.
He suspected they might have guessed which faction within Star City he controlled, but they clearly knew nothing about him personally.
This was precisely the effect he had aimed for.
Half-truth, half-illusion—the most convincing deception.
As long as the Spirit Energy Clan wasn't foolish, they wouldn't rashly launch a counterattack.
True to his expectations, the Dark God Cult's branch in Star City was already showing signs of withdrawal.
With this thought, he glanced up at Feng Qi, who was sitting nearby.
Now that the Dark God Cult's branch—this hidden threat—was nearly eradicated, the most crucial step in his subsequent plan was to help Feng Qi further cultivate his persona, transforming him into an object of widespread faith.
Six months later.
Feng Qi successfully passed the second round of testing for the Flesh and Blood Sacrifice, earning unanimous praise as "perfect." The public was in an uproar.
Riding on the success of the Flesh and Blood Sacrifice, Feng Qi solidified his status as the founding father of the new era of cultivation studies.
Today, his second heroic statue was unveiled in Star City's Central Park, propelling his fame to unprecedented heights.
After the unveiling ceremony, Feng Qi boarded his Tiger Soul armored vehicle, preparing to return to Tiger Soul Headquarters.
As he rode, he couldn't help but marvel at the Lord of the Mist's plan, which had undoubtedly succeeded.
He had now surpassed "Lin Ran" to become the most celebrated figure in Star City and its surrounding areas, his reputation even overshadowing Mu Qing, who was rapidly rising through the ranks on the front lines.
During this period, the Lord of the Mist had also leveraged his authority within the Tiger Soul Research Institute to revise the textbooks used in Star City's primary and secondary schools.
This was all to further elevate Feng Qi's fame, ultimately transforming him into a deity.
The results were undeniable.
At the statue unveiling ceremony in Central Park earlier, countless children had come to present him with flowers.
He had clearly become a hero in the hearts of Star City's youngest generation.
What astonished him even more was that he could sense faint traces of faith power emanating from these children.
From this, it was clear that as long as they continued to proceed step by step, the Lord of the Mist's plan for a dual harvest of flesh and spirit would become reality.
Thinking about this, Feng Qi couldn't help but marvel at the Lord of the Mist's terrifying capabilities.
Lost in thought, the Tiger Soul military vehicle pulled away from the congested road and turned onto a secluded route leading to headquarters.
Just then, Feng Qi, sitting inside the vehicle, suddenly felt a violent sensation of weightlessness.
Immediately afterward, the world spun wildly as the vehicle flipped and crashed repeatedly.
Boom!
The Tiger Soul military vehicle collided with an ancient locust tree beside the road and came to a halt.
Realizing they were under attack, Feng Qi decisively pressed the emergency alarm button to contact headquarters.
At that moment, an arm wreathed in eerie green flames pierced through the vehicle's specially reinforced metal door and ripped it clean off.
Seeing this, Feng Qi prepared to seize the opportunity and charge out.
But before he could move, the burning green arm clamped around his neck and yanked him from the vehicle.
As he was dragged out, he finally saw his attacker clearly.
Standing before him was a man wearing a White Bone Mask with ram's horns, his entire body enveloped in eerie green flames.
Its skin was gray, marked with numerous black patterns. Its appearance bore a slight resemblance to the Goat-Headed Demon from Feng Qi's memories, yet differed in many ways.
But the eerie green flames were unmistakably familiar.
This was the very color of fire controlled by the Goat-Headed Demon.
When Feng Qi activated his upgraded "Blood Source" form, a similar flame would ignite around his body, though its color was a deeper, ink-green hue.
Behind the White Bone Mask figure stood three identical figures.
The driver, having crawled out of the overturned car, immediately launched a counterattack with practiced efficiency.
But before he could even approach, a stream of eerie green flames shot from the side, engulfing him and reducing him to ashes in an instant.
Witnessing this, Feng Qi instinctively moved to retaliate.
Just as he was about to activate the Demon Dragon Rune Crystal, a hand wreathed in eerie green flames pressed down on his head.
The flames seeped into his nostrils with each breath, spreading through his body.
An overwhelming drowsiness surged through him.
He struggled to resist, but after only a few seconds of futile resistance, his head slumped forward limply.
(End of the Chapter)
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