Chapter 524: Suction Cup VS Little Black
Now, with his qi blood completely depleted, he could no longer maintain his Blood Source Form.
His flesh dissipated, and Feng Qi swiftly reverted to his Bone Man Form.
The testing of his new innate abilities concluded, Feng Qi turned to look for the Lord of the Mist, only to find that the being who had been standing beside him had vanished.
His gaze swept toward the crimson flood dragon, and he noticed that the Lord of the Mist had transformed into mist, clinging to the dragon’s surface.
The gray mist slowly seeped into the dragon’s flesh through its wounds, contracting as if drawing power from within the crimson flood dragon’s body.
Eventually, the gray mist completely infiltrated the dragon’s body.
The previously lifeless crimson flood dragon suddenly opened its eyes, the crimson irises gradually being overtaken by a violet hue.
Feng Qi was intimately familiar with the Lord of the Mist’s body possession ability.
According to his understanding, the Lord of the Mist’s body possession ability could only be used on living creatures. Once the host’s life force was exhausted, the Lord of the Mist’s ability would become useless.
As time passed, the violet color in the dragon’s eyes visibly faded, reverting to crimson.
Finally, the gray mist seeped out through the dragon’s wounds, coalescing into the Lord of the Mist on its back.
The Lord of the Mist now held a crimson energy crystal stone in his hand, yet his expression was deeply perplexed.
At that moment, the Lord of the Mist looked up at Feng Qi.
“Why does its blood contain no Qi and Blood Power, yet this blood core still retains qi-blood energy?”
Feng Qi naturally knew the answer to the Lord of the Mist’s question.
The Blood Mist Cluster he had absorbed contained the refined essence of the crimson flood dragon’s blood. This energy had already been converted into a part of his own power, boosting his bloodline evolution points to 8,982.
Although the crimson flood dragon still had a substantial amount of blood in its body, it was like sugarcane that had been chewed repeatedly and spat out—completely devoid of flavor.
The Lord of the Mist naturally couldn’t extract any Qi and Blood Power from blood as thin as water.
As for why the crimson flood dragon’s blood core hadn’t been drained, Feng Qi understood that as well.
His plundering ability primarily relied on his bloodline, fundamentally unrelated to the rune crystals within domain creatures.
He had once tried eating rune crystals from domain creatures in the Dream Realm, hoping to enhance his strength. The result was a shower of crystal fragments cascading from the skeletal remains, scattering with the wind.
Even after gaining flesh and blood, he had experimented with consuming spirit materials from the Star City Shelter’s Resource Repository to boost his power.
But as it turned out, any power gained outside of hunting could not be brought back to the real world; the enhancements were not permanent.
Therefore, Feng Qi had no interest in rune crystals.
When the Lord of the Mist asked about it, Feng Qi smiled and said, “I absorbed it earlier. But this blood core is yours. We’re brothers, don’t be shy.”
The Lord of the Mist: ……
He glanced at the blood core in his hand, his expression helpless, but he didn’t say anything more. With a flick of his finger, he sent the core into his mouth.
Instantly, his body exploded, transforming into a rapidly expanding gray mist.
Within the swirling mist, a crimson core flickered with light. The gray mist coiled around the core, devouring its radiating energy and expanding outward at a visible rate.
Then, countless Yin souls emerged from the gray mist, their hoarse whispers and mournful wails echoing through the swirling fog.
Feng Qi watched this scene with astonishment.
Logically, the Lord of the Mist’s clansmen should have been completely annihilated, their souls scattered. Only the Lord of the Mist’s residual consciousness, preserved within the Miracle Will, remained indestructible.
Why had his clansmen’s souls reappeared now?
At that moment, the Narrator’s voice echoed in his mind:
If I’m not mistaken, these souls were shaped by the Lord of the Mist’s willpower. His intense desire to resurrect his clansmen allowed him to reshape their souls… To put it simply, it’s like summoning souls with willpower. He used his willpower to gather the scattered souls of his clansmen and reassemble them into complete souls.
Hearing the Narrator’s explanation, Feng Qi suddenly understood.
“This Miracle Will is truly a cheat! With enough willpower focused on what you desire, you can create it out of thin air.”
Every miracle is a weapon of cheat-level power, but they’re not completely invincible. At least, the miracles we know clearly vary in strength. For example, Mu Qing’s Scarlet Rune Crystal countered the Spirit Energy Clan’s miracle ability to block the five senses.
“Right, since willpower influences the Miracle Will’s creative power, why couldn’t the Lord of the Mist’s intense desire to resurrect his clansmen help their souls reconstruct physical bodies?” Feng Qi asked, voicing his lingering doubt.
That’s easily explained. Remember the director of the Tiger Soul Research Institute’s wilderness laboratory? He explained that willpower is just one factor influencing the Miracle Will. The strength of mental energy is also crucial. For example, he could only use willpower to create small pieces of spirit stone, but he couldn’t control the size of the created objects.
Due to the overlapping memories, Feng Qi’s memories were somewhat fragmented. It was only after the Narrator’s reminder that he recalled this detail.
Upon reflection, it made perfect sense.
If the Miracle Will could help the Lord of the Mist’s clansmen reshape their flesh and blood to restore their original strength, he wouldn’t have been so desperate for flesh and blood.
In the villain arc where they had grown up together, the Lord of the Mist had yearned to collect vast quantities of qi blood to reshape his clansmen’s flesh and blood, just as he had reshaped his own severed arm.
However, his clansmen varied in strength.
Even the Lord of the Mist wasn’t the strongest among the Mist Clan, and the more powerful a clansman was, the greater the Qi and Blood Power required to reshape their flesh and blood.
Collecting qi-blood energy had been the Lord of the Mist’s primary inspiration for refining the Flesh and Blood Sacrifice.
Over time, the gray mist had transformed into a vast Sea of Gray Mist.
The crystal stones that had once shimmered with crimson light within the mist had been completely digested.
The gray mist suddenly contracted, and the Lord of the Mist’s figure materialized on the back of the crimson flood dragon.
Feng Qi could clearly sense that the Lord of the Mist’s strength had significantly increased after absorbing the blood core. The energy radiating from his body was several times more potent than before.
At that moment, the Lord of the Mist’s body floated into the air, descended, and landed before Feng Qi.
“Thank you,” the Lord of the Mist said.
“Don’t mention it,” Feng Qi replied with a grin, patting the Lord of the Mist on the shoulder. “We’re brothers. We share blessings and would gladly take a blade for each other.”
Just as he was about to continue speaking, the Narrator’s voice suddenly echoed in his mind:
Quick, look west! Your little brother Little Black is dragging two massive cleavers, sparks flying, and lightning crackling, all set to take your dog life.
Heeding the Narrator’s warning, Feng Qi immediately turned his gaze westward.
There, a swirling mass of black mist was hurtling across the ground at breakneck speed.
Wherever it passed, green vegetation withered instantly, its life force drained into the black mist’s body, becoming part of its power.
For you, I traveled through time and space for 1500 years just to see you. I even practiced my devouring speed repeatedly for this reunion. Words could never express even a fraction of the murderous intent I harbor…
Listening to the absurdly modified song playing in his mind, Feng Qi couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
Little Black’s arrival meant it was time for him to part ways with Suction Cup.
He glanced down at Little Suction Cup, who was staring at Little Black with her tiny fangs bared and a fiercely adorable expression. He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
Back then, Suction Cup had no consciousness, more like a mindless puppet.
But now, she was a living being, full of vitality.
He couldn’t bear to throw her to Little Black, asking her to buy him time until her death.
“(`皿) Feng Qi, I’m gonna beat him up!”
Looking at Suction Cup still struggling in his arms, Feng Qi couldn’t bring himself to let go.
She had slumbered for 1500 years, only to die in this moment. The thought made his heart ache for Little Suction Cup.
Yet he knew the value of time in the Dream Realm.
The path to saving the world was paved with sacrifice, and his hesitation would only slow his progress.
With this realization, he finally lifted Suction Cup from his arms.
Just as he was about to release her, something occurred to him. He turned to the Lord of the Mist.
“Brother, could you do me another favor?”
The Lord of the Mist’s face showed confusion. “What is it?”
Feng Qi pinned the squirming Suction Cup under one arm and pointed with his other hand at Little Black in the distance.
“See that black mist over there? Go block it for me for a while!”
As Feng Qi finished speaking, the Narrator’s applause rang in his ears.
This brotherhood… is too perfect. Good thing I’m your father, not your brother.
(End of the Chapter)