Winter in the northern area.

Heavy snow fell, and the whole area was covered in silver.

At this time, in the snow forest in the north, it was discovered that the Lord of the Mist had lost his breath of life, and Feng Qi was stunned.

In the planning of this sacrifice line.

He needs to use the Lord of the Mist as a stepping stone and investigate intelligence from the perspective of the domain forces.

Even grow with the Lord of the Mist and then witness the future.

If this plan succeeds, he can obtain a lot of very useful intelligence.

This also includes the answers to questions such as why the domain forces want to infiltrate human civilization and what the miracle items are.

Looking at the Lord of the Mist who has lost his movement, the smile on Feng Qi's face completely solidified.

According to history, Mu Qing only broke the field of silence and did not kill the Lord of the Mist at all.

Otherwise, there would be no subsequent events such as the Lord of the Mist snatching the blood stone, controlling the Tiger Soul Research Institute, and studying the "Blood and Flesh Sacrifice".

This made him wonder if his appearance changed this historical line.

But thinking carefully, this sacrifice line is the same as the previous one.

After knowing that he would become a sacrifice, he decisively joined the Scarlet Research Institute and came out after three years of seclusion. He did not have much impact on the outside world.

But he felt that it might really be his own fault.

After all, changes in some small things can also have a profound impact on the future.

For example, he rejected Mu Qing's invitation to become the deputy leader at the graduation party.

Maybe it was this change that indirectly affected Mu Qing to be more severe against the Lord of the Mist...

After a while of random thoughts, he couldn't figure out the reason and couldn't help but sigh.

Looking at the Lord of the Mist, half of his body was buried in the snow, he planned to leave.

Re-plan the future.

After all, there was no breath of life, and the Lord of the Mist could not be resurrected.

But just as Feng Qi turned around, he suddenly heard a faint heartbeat.

At this time, he decisively returned to the Lord of the Mist and checked his physical condition again.

To his surprise, the Lord of the Mist's body was actually functioning again.

Good guy, really resurrected on the spot?

What a protagonist template!

The Lord of Mist's resurrection from death reminded him of the Lord of Mist who was shattered by Lin Ran and then reunited in his future dream.

This ability to be resurrected every time after death reminded him of the protagonists in novels, animations, and games.

In comparison, he was more miserable.

Every sacrifice line must die.

Feeling the Lord of Mist gradually recovering from death, he also began to prepare in advance.

After opening the backpack, he took out a small medical tool box from it. He

began to perform emergency rescue on the Lord of Mist.

The effect is not important, what is important is to let the Lord of Mist see his attitude after waking up.

But soon Feng Qi found that the situation was somewhat out of control.

The Lord of Mist's body functions recovered very quickly. If he continued to recover, it is very likely that he would be able to move freely when he recovered.

This undoubtedly lowered his bargaining chips.

Who knows, the Lord of Mist might not like his efforts at all.

What he wants now is a Lord of Mist who is seriously injured, unable to move, and needs his care.

Only under such a timely help condition, he would have the opportunity to let the Lord of Mist open his heart to him and even treat him as a "brother".

Thinking of this, he controlled his mental power to penetrate into the main body of the Lord of Mist.

He destroyed the body of the Lord of Mist.

After some operations, he withdrew his mental power with satisfaction.

Next, Feng Qi opened the medical box and took out various special effects props for emergency rescue.

For example, special effect bandages, healing potions, blood stasis ointment... and began to provide emergency rescue to the Lord of Mist.

After half an hour of busy work, he applied the ointment to the wound of the Lord of Mist and completed the bandage.

In the following time, he began to wait for the Lord of Mist to wake up.

Five hours passed.

In the dark night, Feng Qi compacted the snow and built an ice wall to resist the wind and snow.

Then he used the tools in his backpack to raise the fire.

Turning his head to look at the Lord of Mist, he was still in a coma at this time, and there was no sign of waking up.

Feng Qi was not in a hurry about this.

As long as the Lord of Mist is not dead, he doesn't mind a few days.

Another half day of waiting.

The Lord of Mist's body trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes at this time.

He saw a handsome man smiling at him:

"Awake?"

The moment he saw the stranger, the Lord of Mist wanted to stand up and distance himself.

But as soon as he exerted force, he felt severe pain all over his body and couldn't stand up at all. As

his consciousness immersed in his body, he found that his physical condition was very bad, and most of his body functions were paralyzed.

Finding that his injuries were so serious, the scene of the battle with Mu Qing suddenly appeared in his mind.

A shadow was immediately cast in his heart.

But thinking that he was at least alive and had a chance to start over, he felt motivated again. He

was still alive now, which was definitely a miracle in his opinion.

When the Silent Domain was broken, this world lost some of the rules of the Silent Domain, which had a rejection reaction with him.

In addition, his life source was damaged, his life was constantly passing away, and he could die at any time.

At that time, he had only one idea, to try to break his life source, and then recast it, so as to create a new life source that could blend with this world.

This step is undoubtedly a life-or-death struggle, and the probability of success is extremely small.

During the process of forging, he became more and more desperate.

Then his vision was shrouded in darkness, and he completely fainted.

When he woke up, he was surprised to find that his life source was actually successfully recast, and the world no longer had any rejection reaction to him.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked at Feng Qi with a little vigilance:

"Who are you?"

"I don't know, I have lost my memory." Feng Qi shook his head and responded at this time.

How to explain his situation, he had already thought of the words.

At this time, if he said that he was also a member of the domain force, he would easily expose that he knew nothing in the future contacts.

It is better to set himself as a person who knows nothing at the beginning, and then to carry out the follow-up plan.

At that time, if he doesn't understand, he will ask the Lord of the Mist, and the Lord of the Mist will not be suspicious.

Hearing his answer, the Lord of Mist suddenly showed a surprised expression on his face:

"Amnesia? Then why did you save me?"

"I feel a sense of familiarity with you, so I wonder if you are one of my people."

Looking at the half of Feng Qi's face that was reddened by the bonfire, the Lord of Mist began to wonder in his heart.

At this time, Feng Qi was naked from the waist up, and the clothes he was wearing covered him.

So he could see the rune crystal embedded in Feng Qi's chest.

From this, it can be judged that he is also a member of the domain forces, but the Lord of Mist can be sure that this guy is not one of his people at all.

But the Lord of Mist felt that his act of saving himself was indeed sincere.

After all, he is now paralyzed and has no use at all.

Thinking of this, he looked at Feng Qi and said solemnly:

"Thank you, but it's a pity that I am not one of your people."

"I don't think so, but I feel a sense of familiarity with you, so just treat you as one of my people." Feng Qi grinned at this time.

Hearing this, he let down his guard against Feng Qi a lot.

Next, the Lord of Mist asked about Feng Qi's general situation.

Feng Qi's explanation was also very simple.

He had lost his memory more than ten years ago, and had been living in human society as a human.

Apart from this, he could not remember anything else.

As for saving him this time, it was completely an accidental discovery during the mission.

He felt a kind breath on him, so he spent some effort to save him.

After listening to Feng Qi's detailed explanation, the Lord of the Mist fell into deep thought.

"My life source was also re-condensed with your help?" The Lord of the Mist suddenly asked at this time.

"No." Feng Qi shook his head decisively.

Hearing the answer, the Lord of the Mist was confused.

His life source had not been recast before he fell into a coma, but it had been recast successfully when he woke up.

This seemed very strange.

With doubts, he had another exchange with Feng Qi.

He also had a general understanding of Feng Qi's current situation. He

learned that he had lost most of his memories and usually mixed in human society, and he didn't know where his future was.

He tried to find his people, but he never found them.

After learning about Feng Qi's experience, the Lord of the Mist felt a sense of déjà vu that they were both wanderers in the world.

He was looking for his people, and he was resurrecting his people.

They were all working towards their goals.

At this time, he had some good feelings for Feng Qi.

...

In the next few days, Feng Qi stayed with the Lord of the Mist.

During this period, the Lord of the Mist's injuries also recovered rapidly.

Just today, the Lord of the Mist tore off the bandages on his body, and the ointment applied on his body was washed off as the blood and qi on the surface of his body circulated.

"Since you have recovered, I'm leaving." Looking at the Lord of the Mist, Feng Qi picked up his backpack and was about to leave.

"Where are you going?" The Lord of the Mist looked at Feng Qi and asked.

"Didn't I tell you that I will form a powerful force next. As long as I am strong enough, I will definitely find my people. Even if I can't find my people, I will find my way home." Feng Qi smiled and turned around and responded.

After laying the groundwork for a few days, Feng Qi was a little nervous when he said this.

If the Lord of Mist answered "goodbye" at this time, his plan would fail.

"Do you want to go together?" The Lord of Mist said solemnly at this time.

"Why?"

"Like you, I have lost my people. Now I have nothing. If we work together, we can take good care of each other."

After staring at the Lord of Mist for a moment, Feng Qi nodded:

"Okay, let's work together!"

During the handshake, both of them smiled.

Then they set off directly to Winter City in the bitter cold wind and flying snow.

At this time, the Lord of Mist's injuries have not yet fully recovered, and the blood and energy in his body are thin, so he cannot fly in the air.

Along the way, they talked about their plans for the future.

After walking for half a day, the Lord of Mist turned into a mist ball and continued to move forward with Feng Qi.

"You can transform into Mist, so I'll call you Mist from now on."

"Whatever you want, let's continue with my idea. We don't have any power or external force to rely on right now, so we definitely can't take the route of hegemony. I think it's better to choose to infiltrate human society and seek development opportunities."

Hearing this, Feng Qi had many doubts in his heart.

Thinking of this, he looked at the mist floating beside him and asked:

"What exactly is the hegemony route you mentioned?"

"Of course it is to expand the clan's domain field. This is the route that the strongest should choose. Constantly expand the area of ​​the clan's domain field and compete with all races for hegemony."

"Then why don't you compete for hegemony?"

"Don't ask. I once thought I was capable of taking the hegemony route, but the facts prove that my strength is far from enough."

At this point, the Lord of the Mist suddenly thought of Mu Qing's fist-waving posture.

Feng Qi was very surprised to hear this.

He always believed that both the strong and weak clans in the domain had infiltrated human civilization.

But now, according to the Lord of the Mist, the weak races infiltrated human civilization, and the strong races were expanding the domain field to compete for racial hegemony.

Feeling very puzzled by this, he immediately asked:

"Are there no strong tribes among those forces infiltrating human society?"

"Of course there are. The route of hegemony and the infiltration of human civilization do not conflict, but the top strong tribes that take the route of hegemony will not focus on developing in human society. They will only send a small number of tribesmen to infiltrate human civilization and engage in game with other racial forces."

Feng Qi was startled when he heard this:

"What are they gaming for?"

"The layout for the future."

"What do you mean? Why do you want to layout for the future?"

"Even the strong tribes may not be able to escape the final trend. They all want to become stronger before that day comes and be able to withstand the coming of disasters."

"What is the trend? You know I have lost my memory, and now I don't know anything."

"Actually, I don't know either. After all, I have never seen it, but I know that it will be an unprecedented disaster, and only a very small number of strong tribes can survive that day."

As he spoke, the Lord of the Mist re-condensed into a human form with purple hair and purple eyes.

"The top powerful tribes have the ability to destroy human civilization, but the main reason they don't do so is that human society is more like a chessboard, with all tribes playing chess and playing games with each other."

"No one would overturn the chessboard, after all, whoever jumps out first could become the target of concentrated fire."

The explanation of the Lord of Mist was similar to Feng Qi's original guess.

At the beginning, he discovered that the powerful tribes in various fields were powerful, and if they gathered together, they were fully capable of destroying human civilization.

But none of the tribes in the field did so.

Obviously, while infiltrating human society, they were also in a competitive relationship with each other.

But he still had a doubt in his mind, why would the forces in the field collect miracle items in human civilization.

How were miracle items born?

What was the "pillar god" that the Lord of Mist once mentioned?

He didn't ask these questions directly.

After all, he was a person who knew nothing at the moment, and the topic had not yet involved miracle items, and there would be plenty of opportunities to ask for detailed reasons in the future.

Next, they began to discuss the future action plan.

The Lord of Mist's idea was very simple, first find a way to blend into human society, and then seek development opportunities.

The first target was Winter City.

Although the current Lord of the Mist has not yet thought of infiltrating the Tiger Soul Research Institute, he has the idea of ​​forming a human force and then becoming a "chess player" with the help of human forces.

Feng Qi chose to agree with his decision.

Compared with the competition between the forces in various fields of the hegemony line, it is obvious that the relatively stable human society is more likely to have opportunities for development.

Perhaps it will be painful to take this path.

But since he has decided to take the villain route, he feels that he must go on firmly and abandon his indecision. They

walked for two days in the wind and snow.

The dry food in the backpack has been exhausted. After checking the navigation map, Feng Qi found that they were approaching Winter City.

At this time, they saw the smoke rising in the distance.

After walking forward for a while, a village appeared in their sight.

Seeing this village, the expression of the Lord of the Mist changed slightly.

"My form is not convenient, you go and explore it first. I urgently need blood to restore my strength now."

Hearing this, Feng Qi's heart sank.

He knew that the Lord of the Mist wanted to attack this village.

"Okay!" After a brief hesitation, he nodded immediately.

He walked towards the village.

More than ten minutes later, he arrived in front of the village.

This village was obviously a gathering place for scavengers, and there were scavenger warriors on guard at the entrance of the village.

Seeing him appear, the soldiers seemed a little surprised.

"I lost my regiment and need your help." Feng Qi said at this time.

"Come in." The leading scavenger warrior was not wary of him and immediately said that he could enter.

Then, under the leadership of the scavenger, he came to a wooden house built with snow trees.

The scavenger warrior stepped forward and knocked on the wooden door.

After waiting for a while, the door of the wooden house was opened and a white-haired old man walked out.

The scavenger warrior told the old man about Feng Qi's situation.

After hearing the reason, the old man turned his head and looked at Feng Qi. When

their eyes met, a smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face:

"Come in, I have food here."

He did not hesitate and immediately followed the old man into the wooden house.

The furnishings in the wooden house were very simple. There was a bonfire burning in the center, with an iron pot on top filled with hot broth.

At this time, a big sword hanging on the wall attracted Feng Qi's attention.

"Senior, were you a frontline soldier?"

"Yes, a long time ago." The old man took out the bowl and chopsticks from the cabinet with a smile, came to the campfire and filled a bowl of meat soup and handed it to him.

Taking the meat soup, Feng Qi drank a big sip.

After the meat soup went down his throat, he suddenly felt warm all over, and his body seemed to be rejuvenated.

His eyes swept to the big sword hanging on the wall again.

He felt as if he had seen this big sword somewhere, but he couldn't remember where it was.

In the following chat, he asked about the situation in the village.

According to the old man.

Their scavenger village was originally very prosperous, but in recent years, there are fewer and fewer people. The younger generation basically went to the front line, and most of those left were old, weak, sick and disabled.

Finally, the old man pointed him to a road leading to Winter City.

Before leaving, he even gave him a bag of food.

After leaving the village, he still couldn't make up his mind.

After walking for more than ten minutes, he came to the Lord of Mist who had been waiting for a long time, shook his head and said:

"It's not easy to do it, let's change places."

The Lord of Mist did not doubt his words and nodded immediately:

"Okay."

But just as they were about to leave, the wind and snow became fierce, blocking their sight, and a thin figure could be seen standing in the wind and snow from a distance.

When the wind and snow dissipated, the old man who entertained him in the village appeared in the distance with a big sword in his hand.

The old man looked at him with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to be a dog of the domain power."

The Lord of Mist condensed his human body at this time, and said with a ferocious expression:

"It seems that I have to take action, but this old guy has little vitality in his body, and he is just a candle in the wind, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

The old man did not answer, and slashed forward with a sword.

The seemingly simple sword actually attracted the power of heaven and earth, and the wind and snow mixed with sword intent surged.

The Lord of Mist was unable to dodge and was hit head-on.

Suddenly, the sharp sword energy swept through, and the Lord of the Mist was chopped straight away and coughed up blood.

Feng Qi looked at the old man swinging the sword at this time, and suddenly remembered who he was in his mind.

Wang Jinsheng once evaluated a hero in class.

He was one of the gods of war in the hearts of the scavengers, and he once guarded the Northern Territory with a sword for a period of time.

He has killed countless creatures beyond the realm throughout his life, and has never been defeated.

He has also trained many excellent scavenger warriors, and even many core members of the ten major war groups were trained by him.

His existence has always been a legend.

His identity is represented by a dragon-patterned sword.

At that time, he felt that the sword looked very familiar in the wooden house, but he didn't expect to see the legendary figure, the god of war "Shou Yi".

But at this time, he looked obviously old.

Calculated, it is almost 200 years old.

Thinking of this, Feng Qi's heart tightened.

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that he will die like this before his plan is fully launched.

Thinking of this, he became ruthless and decisively tensed his muscles and came to the Lord of Mist.

The old man's eyes were cold, and he slowly raised his sword.

The sword energy radiated around him, and the wind and snow automatically retreated.

The red sword energy was sharp.

The wind and snow suddenly rose, and the red long rainbow was like a roaring dragon mixed with wind and snow.

Behind him was the seriously injured Lord of Mist, and he couldn't retreat.

He gritted his teeth and pushed forward, using his body to take the attack.

Blood was splattered, and he felt as if his body was about to explode. His clothes were torn, and dense sword scars appeared on his chest, deep and deep.

Gritting his teeth and standing up, he looked at the old man with determination in his eyes.

The Lord of Mist cannot die yet.

He must let the Lord of Mist live.

As the Lord of Mist said, the old man in front of him has run out of energy and is no longer the legendary god of war. He may have a chance.

Thinking of this, he touched the rune crystal with his consciousness.

The skin on his body turned red, the blood flow accelerated, and his eyes gradually became confused.

The sword marks on his body were quickly repaired under the powerful self-recovery ability.

At this time, he let out a roar and took the initiative to pounce on the old man.

The red sword energy flashed and attacked, and Feng Qi was knocked out again.

He struggled to stand up and pounced on the old man again.

After being knocked away again and again, he was like an indestructible cockroach. Even if his body was broken, he could still struggle to stand up and continue to attack.

The Lord of the Mist, who was lying behind him at this time, was full of disbelief in his eyes.

"Because you make me feel very close, and I feel that you are like one of my people."

"Okay, let's go together in the future and form the strongest force!"

...

During this period of contact, his affection for Feng Qi continued to increase.

Seeing Feng Qi risk his life for him, the last vigilance in his heart was wiped out.

Feng Qi's current appearance reminded him of the people who sacrificed when opening up the road.

They were also like this, sacrificing for themselves without hesitation.

The Lord of the Mist clenched his fists at this time.

It has been a bumpy road, with many failures along the way, and it is still the same now.

"I won't give up!"

The power of faith triggered the unknown power rooted in his body. With the blessing of the mysterious power, his injuries were quickly healed.

Just like when the origin of life was broken.

In the blink of an eye, his injuries recovered by nearly half, and thick mist came out of his body.

At this time, he reached out to Feng Qi and grabbed him in his hand.

Looking at Feng Qi, who was already dying and seemed to be dying at any time, he rolled him into the mist.

The power of the origin of blood and qi was injected into Feng Qi's body at this time, hanging his life and began to nourish his body.

At this time, the Lord of the Mist looked at the old man with a purple gaze:

"You will die, and your people will not be able to escape!"

"You can try." The old man raised the dragon-patterned sword again.

In the bitter wind and snow, the sword energy collided with the mist, forming a vacuum zone around.

Even with a rotten wood body, the old man still had a soaring fighting spirit.

His swordsmanship was different from Lu Yue's.

If Lv Yue's sword intention represents the youth's perseverance, then the old man's sword energy is like a candle struggling in the wind. No matter how strong the wind and snow are, I stand still.

When the old man uses his sword skills, it is more like an ancient dance.

It feels natural.

At this time, the old man seems to be integrated with this world, using the power of the world to guide the sword energy. The Lord of the Mist is fighting with this world.

The power of the Lord of the Mist is only powerful in front of the old man, but it cannot really erupt.

This battle allowed the Lord of the Mist to once again see the power of the strongest among humans.

Even though he is old, he still has the strength to crush him.

But as time passed, the old man gradually began to lose his strength.

He swung his sword slower and slower, and the Lord of the Mist gradually gained the upper hand.

When the mist brushed past the old man's body, he suddenly fell to the ground.

Struggling to stand up, he tore off his torn clothes, revealing his body covered with scars.

There were so many wounds that they covered every inch of his skin.

Behind him were his clansmen, who had been guarding for more than two hundred years. They had never fallen before, and they would not fall today.

Shouyi's eyes were neither happy nor sad, and he raised his sword again.

"I can spare you, but I need the lives of your clansmen in exchange for your life." The Lord of the Mist said in a hoarse voice.

He had said this to Mu Qing before.

Mu Qing responded with her fist, and this time too, Shouyi responded with the sword in his hand.

When the sword energy approached, the mist swept forward.

The two energies confronted each other, and the sword energy could not split the mist, and the mist could not repel the sword energy.

In the stalemate, fine blood beads oozed out of the old man's body.

With a roar, his white hair danced, and the sword intent in the old man's heart continued to rise, pushing the sword energy to split the mist little by little and move forward.

Feeling the extremely strong sword intent, the Lord of the Mist once again felt the threat of death.

With the desire to live, he also chose to burst out all his strength.

The thick gray mist surged, carrying the blood and qi.

The violent force rolled up the snow and spread in all directions. The terrifying force prevented the warriors in the village who wanted to come to support from getting close.

The sword energy continued to advance, gradually approaching the core of the origin in the center of the fog.

Although his body was old, the old man's superb sword skills were still trembling.

The Lord of the Mist let out a roar at this time.

But no matter how the fog rolled, it could not resist the sword energy slowly advancing forward.

The old man held the big sword in both hands and kept pressing down.

At this time, he seemed to be integrated with the world, and the sword intent became sharper with the determination in his heart.

But the blood oozing out of his body became more and more, and he turned into a bloody man in the blink of an eye.

Just when the Lord of the Mist thought that he was about to be injured by the sword energy and even die, the sword energy suddenly dissipated.

He looked closely and saw that the old man was standing with a sword, but he had no breath of life.

Seeing the old man's death, the warriors who came to reinforce him cried out in sorrow.

These scavengers grew up listening to the old man's stories.

The old man has extraordinary significance to the whole village, and he is a hero in their hearts.

But now, the hero is old and can't resist the ravages of time.

When he was young, Shouyi led the residents of Jicheng out of the domain field with a sword in the North Territory and came to the front line of winter.

He killed countless creatures in his life and never lost.

He suppressed several riots of creatures beyond the domain with his own strength.

His lifetime achievements can be described as brilliant.

He taught countless students, including many famous warriors who are still active on the front line.

In the most peak battle, he once stepped into the Purgatory Domain Field alone, killed the Eight-Armed Purgatory with his own strength, and finally suppressed the Purgatory Domain Field.

At that time, the Purgatory Domain Field was expanding the most crazily.

Just because Shouyi stood there with a sword, the Purgatory Domain Field did not dare to expand rashly.

But, heroes will eventually die.

No one can escape the corrosion of time and the passage of life.

At this time, Shouyi, holding the dragon-patterned sword, finally did not have the combat power of his peak period.

As his body functions continued to decline, even though he had the will to kill the enemy, his body had already reached its limit.

In the final battle, he almost killed the Lord of the Mist.

But in the end, he died with regret. Amid the shouts of his people, his figure fell in the biting cold wind.

A generation of legends ended here.

This is the journey of mankind against the expansion of the domain.

Every generation will have new legendary figures, who step by step reach the peak, leaving a strong and colorful mark in history, and composing their own legendary stories.

Even the domain masters who regard humans as ants dare not despise these legendary figures.

It's just that every era has its own legends.

The era of Shouyi is already a thing of the past.

At this time, accompanied by the shouts of the tribesmen, it was buried in the wind and snow.

...

Looking at the warriors in front of him with red eyes, desperately rushing towards him.

The Lord of the Mist had no fluctuations in his heart, and had no intention of holding back.

The gray mist swept forward, taking away lives one by one, and constantly draining the blood and energy overflowing from them.

Life seemed very fragile at this time.

Without Shouyi's protection, these scavenger villagers were no match for the Lord of the Mist.

The powerful warriors in the village had already stepped onto the front line, and it was completely a one-sided massacre at this time.

The spilled blood dyed the falling snow red, and was finally taken away by the mist.

Half an hour later, the entire village was slaughtered.

After slaughtering the village, the Lord of Mist gathered the mist and condensed a pure blood bead. With a wave of his hand, the blood bead merged into Feng Qi's body, which was rolled up in the air by the mist.

Under the nourishment of pure blood, Feng Qi slowly opened his eyes.

Looking around, there were corpses of villagers lying in the snow.

His heart was trembling, but he did not show his emotions.

"Thank you." He looked at the Lord of Mist and said.

"If I can rise in the future and stand at the top of this world, there must be a place for you by my side." The mist blinked his purple eyes and said with a smile.

The mist's smile and the corpses around him were fixed in the same picture, which was particularly dazzling.

Next, the two continued to set off towards Winter City.

Looking at the Lord of Mist who could still be calm and composed after killing nearly a thousand people, Feng Qi wanted to ask him what it felt like to kill humans, but he didn't ask these words after all.

In this line, he kept hinting that he should not be indecisive, but should be ruthless and heartless, and completely integrate into the domain forces.

But he knew from personal experience that the cruelty was totally unacceptable to his worldview.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed his unhappiness, looked at the Lord of Mist and asked,

"What exactly does our world look like?"

Knowing that Feng Qi had lost his memory, the Lord of Mist patiently explained,

"Our world is divided into countless spaces, each of which is a small world and is connected to each other. Your tribe and my tribe each live in their own small world, so when we descend into this world, there will be a field of incompatible worlds, because the way we descend is to bring the entire world with us."

After listening to the explanation of the mist, Feng Qi continued to ask,

"Then why did you come to this world?"

"There was a problem in our world. I found that there were constantly powerful tribes that spent huge costs to move their entire tribe to this world. At that time, I also realized the problem of the world, so I also wanted to learn from the powerful tribes to open up a road and come to this world to seek a ray of future vitality for the tribe, and also to seek an opportunity to rise."

"Will there be a great trend in the world we are in?" Feng Qi grasped the key point.

"Yes, it is worse than this world, so all the tribes come here to seek life and opportunities."

"It's just that some tribes choose to open up a path, and some tribes simply abandon their world and descend directly."

Hearing this, Feng Qi's heart trembled.

He thought of the tribe that Xiao Can belonged to. Their way of descending was different.

They descended as a whole tribe, but there was no domain field.

This was obviously the abandonment of the world and the descending of the Lord of Mist.

When the Lord of Mist descended, the silent domain field appeared, which was obviously the way to open up a path and descend.

Thinking of this, he asked:

"Is there any difference between these two ways of descending?"

"The difference is huge. If you descend directly, you may die suddenly the moment you descend. After all, the rules of the world we live in are very different from the rules of this world." "

But there is also a probability of survival. Even if you survive, there are many restrictions and inconveniences, and your strength will be greatly reduced."

"As for descending by opening up a path, it means descending to this world with the world, that is, the domain field."

"This way of descending is the most difficult, but as long as it is successful, it can bring many conveniences. We just need to wait for the domain field to merge with this world, and then we will not be restricted by the rules of this world. This is also the reason why the domain field exists long enough, and the creatures in it will become what humans call domain-transcendent creatures."

After listening to the explanation of the Lord of the Mist, Feng Qi suddenly realized.

"What do you mean by opening up a new path?"

"The most difficult way to descend is to break through the barriers of the world and bring your own world to this world. If you are lucky, you can descend directly, but if you are unlucky, you may encounter roadblockers."

"What are roadblockers?"

"A group of extremely powerful people who block the road to this world. Once you encounter them, you will almost die."

At this point, the eyes of the Lord of the Mist dimmed:

"When I led my people to break through the barriers of the world and open up a new path, I encountered roadblockers. My people died in order to escort me to this world."

"After I came to this world, I swore that I must revive them. This is why I long for blood and qi."

"Only with enough blood and qi can I condense flesh for their souls and revive them on the spot."

Hearing this, Feng Qi immediately thought of the ghosts in the mist.

These were obviously the people who died in the battle mentioned by the Lord of the Mist.

But he was still very curious about the "roadblockers" mentioned by the Lord of the Mist.

What is this?

While thinking, he suddenly thought of the road to heaven.

Could it be that those who blocked the way were all the strongest among humans?

After they disappeared, they actually went to the source of the world, trying to block those domain forces that wanted to enter this world?

After thinking for a while, he stopped thinking about it because he couldn't figure it out.

In the next step, he decided to continue to follow the Lord of the Mist to form a domain force.

To understand the truth of this world from a different perspective.

The process will inevitably be cruel, and he feels that he still needs to adjust his mentality.

Sentimentality will only hinder him from continuing.

His sacrifice line will also fail to complete his mission and create value.

So he must adjust his mentality and be ruthless.

Because in the future, similar things like today will definitely happen again.

Today it was Shouyi, and next time it might be other heroes.

He may have to kill those people who he once regarded as heroes, and do things that are completely inconsistent with his own values.

If the timeline of joining the Institute of Science and Technology was to fall into darkness.

Then this villain line is to become a demon and consider the problem from the perspective of purely viewing humans as ants and livestock.

But he must be ruthless to go on this road.

Only in this way can he be more like a domain creature, and then witness the unknown truth.

Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at the Lord of Mist.

Now one thing that can be confirmed is that the Lord of Mist has regarded him as a companion.

Otherwise, he would not have sent precious blood to him for healing.

But he has no feelings for the Lord of Mist.

He just wants to use the Lord of Mist, and then learn more information through his growth.

If one day in the future, the Lord of Mist has no use value.

He will not hesitate to completely wipe him out in reality, and will not give him any opportunity to grow.

At this time, the Lord of Mist grinned at him:

"How is your body recovering?"

Seeing this, Feng Qi also laughed:

"It's fine now, thank you."

After a long pause, he continued:

"Mist, if I find my tribe in the future, I will definitely form an alliance with you and plan the future together."

"Okay, that's an agreement."

In the biting cold wind, they each had their own thoughts, and their figures gradually walked away.