Chapter 456: Thousand Years of Ups and Downs (asking for monthly tickets)

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Zhang Daowen's lips trembled slightly.

Even he had doubted the truth that Wei Wei had told more than once.

After the rescue of Uncle Qi failed, Wei Wei took him to a private laboratory, where she told him a secret.

She said that Feng Qi had the ability to travel through time, and even if he died, he would return in the future 1,500 years later.

When he heard this, his first thought was that it was absurd.

He had fought on the front line of the West Supply Zone of Star City for more than a hundred years. He had seen all kinds of bizarre fields and races of life with various talents and abilities. He

considered himself knowledgeable, but he had never heard of "time travel".

In his cognition, death is death, and after life disappears, it is impossible to suddenly travel through time and be resurrected one day in the future.

What's more, this kind of resurrection is different from special methods such as "borrowing a body to be reborn". It is a sudden resurrection without the help of external resources.

This ability has surpassed the scope of his knowledge.

For this reason, he suspected more than once that this was a white lie that Grandma Weiwei had woven for him, hoping that he could let go of his temporary hatred and then use this motivation to continue to grow.

After all, at that time, he could not be a match for Jian Ji.

As time went by, he grew older, learned more and more knowledge, and his understanding of the world continued to increase with age.

Today, he no longer expects Uncle Qi to appear.

Because he knows that what Grandma Weiwei and Uncle Mi said back then were all lies, and it is impossible to turn them into reality.

But at this moment, the scene that only appears in dreams has become a reality.

Everything now seems like a dream, and the figure that he misses so much has appeared.

Uncle Qi stood in front of him alive.

At this time, Uncle Qi is no longer the old and frail appearance before his life withered, but the Uncle Qi in his memory when he was young, and even the smile on his face is exactly the same as Uncle Qi at that time.

Countless memory scenes can't stop emerging in his mind.

Since he can remember, he has grown up with Uncle Qi's company, and his understanding of the world has also been gradually expanded under Uncle Qi's explanation.

The happiness and hard training in childhood were inseparable from that smiling figure.

Beyond his childhood, Uncle Qi was still his mentor on his way to growth.

He still clearly remembered the first time he went to the front line. Facing the cruel frontline life, especially the helplessness when his comrades died around him, he could not calm down and was full of hesitation and fear.

As soon as he returned to the supply front, he called Uncle Qi.

It felt like a child who was bullied outside trying to seek comfort from his parents. Relying on Uncle Qi has become an instinctive habit.

On the phone, Uncle Qi patiently persuaded him to get through the torment.

There are many other similar situations.

Whenever he encountered setbacks or had an unsolvable knot in his heart, Uncle Qi was his support.

No matter how depressed and painful life was on the front line, he could find the antidote from Uncle Qi.

As he grew older, he gradually matured, but his feelings for Uncle Qi never changed. Instead, they deepened with his understanding of Uncle Qi.

Until the mountain fell in Winter City.

At that moment, his heart was filled with anger and hatred.

The special medicine he developed for Uncle Qi had not been used yet, but Uncle Qi had already left this world.

The promise he made when he went to the front line to take care of Uncle Qi in his old age was gone with Uncle Qi's fall.

At that moment, he swore to avenge this blood feud.

After mourning for Uncle Qi, he began to train to become stronger.

At that time, he had only one idea.

Regardless of whether what Grandma Weiwei said was true or false, since he could no longer take care of Uncle Qi in his old age, he would use the blood of the enemy to sacrifice Uncle Qi's spirit in heaven.

"Xiao Wen."

Feng Qi's shout interrupted the flashing of the memory picture in his mind. Zhang Daowen looked up and looked directly at Feng Qi, his eyes suddenly moist.

"Ancestor."

Seeing the trembling old ancestor, the human warriors around him were full of confusion.

Following the old ancestor's line of sight to look at Feng Qi, combined with what he said in the battle just now, the soldier opened his mouth slightly, and an incredible guess emerged in his mind.

He knew a little about the story of the old ancestor and the historical great Feng Qi through history books.

The old ancestor who could remain calm and composed in the face of powerful enemies in the field was so excited that the identity of the powerful enemy was about to be revealed.

"Old ancestor..."

Before he could speak, Zhang Daowen said softly:

"Take them away, I have something to say to... him."

After a brief hesitation, the warrior nodded respectfully and then waved to the distance.

Soon the crowd dispersed.

At this time, Zhang Daowen floated in front of Feng Qi, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but didn't know how to start.

Thousands of thoughts turned into sobs at this moment:

"Uncle Qi..."

"Xiao Wen, you have worked hard over the years." Feng Qi stretched out his right hand and patted Zhang Daowen's shoulder heavily.

The picture seemed to freeze at this moment, the white-haired Zhang Daowen and the still young Feng Qi looked at each other, and finally smiles appeared on their faces.

"Uncle Qi, I have a lot to say to you."

Facing Feng Qi, the old ancestor who was intimidating without anger in the eyes of the tribe smiled, and the momentum on his body automatically dissipated.

"It just so happens that I have a lot to ask you."

...

In the blood moon dusk, Feng Qi and Zhang Daowen sat on top of the more than 100-meter-high Feng Qi statue in the center of Dawn City. Zhang Daowen whispered about everything that Star City had experienced after he left.

For Feng Qi, the last time he saw Zhang Daowen was before he went to Winter City.

Only a few days had passed.

But for Zhang Daowen, it was a long time of 1,500 years.

During this period, he experienced too much, and the process of leading the human race to rise was full of bitterness and hardship.

It was just that Zhang Daowen always kept these pains in his heart and never showed them to the younger generations of the human race.

He carried the banner of the human race, so he knew that he could not show his weak side in front of his people, and he had to give his people unlimited confidence.

But in front of Feng Qi, Zhang Daowen completely removed his defenses and disguises, and complained to Feng Qi and told his experiences as he did before.

Feng Qi was like a listener, smiling and listening to Zhang Daowen's story quietly.

At this time, Zhang Daowen told about his first revenge action with the Lord of the Mist to Winter City.

Wei Wei told in the mailbox that Zhang Daowen was defeated in this battle, and thanks to the presence of the Lord of the Mist, he brought him back with serious injuries.

But there are more details in Zhang Daowen's story.

When Zhang Daowen said that he saw Mu Qing's body in Winter City, Feng Qi's pupils shrank suddenly:

"You saw Mu Qing?"

"Yes, she was dead at that time." As

soon as the voice fell, Zhang Daowen raised his hand and a ball of blue ice mist spread, and finally formed a mirror recording the image.

When the mist dissipated, the scene of Winter City appeared on the mirror.

Winter City in the picture has become a ruin. In the center of the ruins, a flag was erected high. Mu Qing's drooping body was pierced by the flag and hung on the top of the flag.

Seeing this scene, Feng Qi's anger was instantly ignited.

"Is Jian Ji still alive now?"

"With the help of Uncle Mi, Jian Ji has been killed by me..."

In the little guy's narration, Feng Qi gradually understood the situation at that time. After

the battle of Winter City, the little guy ended in a miserable defeat. The urgency of revenge in his heart also turned into a driving force for growth after his injuries recovered.

During that time, he spent a lot of time on his own training.

In order to grow his strength better, he constantly developed his own bloodline potential and constantly improved his self-created cultivation method. During that period, he grew rapidly.

During this period, the Sword Clan also launched a tentative attack on Star City, and eventually turned it into a full-scale attack.

With the help of the Mist Clan, Xingchen and the Sword Clan fought fiercely.

Facing the powerful Jian Ji at that time, even if he joined forces with the Mist Clan, it was still very difficult to deal with it.

Just when the battle was about to be completely defeated, the Demon Knife appeared again.

It was the appearance of the Demon Knife that gave them time to breathe.

After a battle with the Demon Knife, Jian Ji was seriously injured again. Even if he repelled the Demon Knife, he could no longer take care of Star City.

Relying on that period of time, the little guy and the Lord of the Mist launched a must-kill action against the Sword Clan.

At the end of this battle, the Sword Clan was almost completely destroyed, and only Jian Ji escaped.

But Jian Ji, who lost his clansmen, became more terrifying.

Without the care of his clansmen, Jian Ji's destructive actions against Star City became more and more crazy, and he often invaded, causing irreparable losses to Star City.

During that time, Star City gradually declined.

Even the Mist Clan was dragged down by Star City and could only send forces to help Star City fight against the crazy Jian Ji.

Such days lasted for more than a hundred years.

Finally, the Lord of the Mist made a decision. He decided to sacrifice himself to fulfill the future of the two clans.

A killing game against Jian Ji began to be arranged.

The final outcome was that the Lord of the Mist died in the battle, and the little guy killed the seriously injured Jian Ji with his own hands.

After the war, although humans and the Mist Clan won the final victory, they also paid a heavy price for it.

Star City was almost reduced to ruins, more than half of the soldiers were killed or injured, and a large number of innocent residents in the city were also affected.

In the end, the Mist Clan took away the Miracle Will Pearl and decided to continue to develop the clan in the years to come, and then wait for the resurrection of the Lord of the Mist.

The little guy led the remaining human race to move to Dawn City.

The area of ​​Dawn City is far smaller than that of Star City, but the reduction of territory is more conducive to defense. At the same time, as a new city for humans, Dawn City has a more complete defense system and underground shelters.

In the years that followed, the little guy led the human race to fight against many races.

Humans also experienced rapid development during that period, and their comprehensive strength became stronger and stronger.

Until the Mo Yue appeared and eroded the sun bit by bit.

This process was full of despair for humans and Zhang Daowen. They could only watch the demise of the human world, but they were powerless.

Especially the final battle between Mu Yu and Mo Yue.

The beast tide that covered the sky and the sun came across space, and humans could only curl up in the Dawn City, fearing whether tomorrow would come.

When Mu Yu fell, the human cultivation system collapsed.

It was at that time that the little guy began to tailor a new cultivation growth path for humans.

The new ice cultivation method is actually not suitable for humans, but now it has become the only way for humans to grow in the new world under the illumination of Mo Yue.

As for the Mist Clan, they lost contact after the death of the Lord of the Mist.

There is no space channel in the Dawn City to connect with the Mist Clan, and the only stable space transmission array is still in the ruins of the dilapidated Star City.

The little guy tried to repair it, but found that even if this stable teleportation array was repaired, the connection with the other end was cut off.

The little guy guessed that perhaps the Mist Clan at the other end of the teleportation array had moved... or perhaps they were invaded by a strong clan and perished.

...

The little guy recounted the past, looking at the dim sky in the distance, his eyes full of memories.

Feng Qi sat beside him and listened silently.

He could feel the bitterness of the little guy leading the human race to rise.

After he left, the new generation of management of Xingcheng took over from him and carried the Dawn Banner to lead the human race. After this generation left, the little guy carried the Dawn Banner until today.

The human race is weak, and neither the bloodline potential nor the cultivation method can compare with the strong clans in the field.

It was almost the little guy who took on the progress and growth of the human race and resisted thousands of invading enemies.

Therefore, he was respectfully called the ancestor by the future people, and he is now the pillar of the human race.

"Xiao Wen, you have worked hard." Feng Qi thanked him sincerely at this time.

"Uncle Qi... I am old, I am afraid I can't go far."

Hearing this, Feng Qi was silent.

In the little guy's story, he has fought with many powerful enemies of many tribes for more than a thousand years, and has also plundered other tribes for resources. In the battles of all sizes, he has been left with many hidden diseases. He

has been able to survive until today, and he has almost run out of energy. Even if he wants to keep going, he is powerless.

When Zhang Daowen said "I am old", Feng Qi saw fatigue and unwillingness in his eyes.

"I failed the ancestor and failed to lead the human race to the peak."

As he spoke, the gray-haired Zhang Daowen suddenly choked up, and tears flashed in his turbid blue eyes.

Feng Qi didn't know how to comfort him.

For Zhang Daowen at this time, protecting the human race was no longer a responsibility, and leading the human race to rise was not just to inherit his will, but became his dream and expectation.

Although the tortoise is long-lived, it still has its end.

At this time, the little guy is like a candle in the wind, and it is difficult for him to continue to lead the human race.

Losing Zhang Daowen, the patron saint, is even more of a nightmare for the human race.

In this cruel new world surrounded by powerful enemies, there will be no way out for the future of mankind. All future efforts will be like a dying struggle until the destruction of civilization comes.

He understands Zhang Daowen's reluctance, but he can't give any guarantee or comfort.

At this moment, Zhang Daowen, with tears in his eyes, turned and looked at him:

"Uncle Qi, the superposition of your negative emotions should be more serious."

Faced with the inquiry, Feng Qi nodded:

"After the memory of this timeline is read, the superposition of negative emotions has already appeared on me."

As he said, Feng Qi raised his right arm.

There were black marks on his right arm, spreading from the palm to the shoulder.

Zhang Daowen nodded at this time:

"Uncle Mi said that he had taken you to the Heart Refining Platform of the Blood Soul Clan in the previous timeline. At that time, I thought Uncle Mi was still colluding with Grandma Weiwei to continue to weave lies for me... Now I can be sure that I know where the Blood Soul Clan is. Maybe I can take you to experience the Heart Refining Challenge again. Although this cannot eradicate the impact of negative emotions on you, it can help you temporarily relieve the impact of the superposition of negative emotions."

"Okay." Feng Qi nodded decisively.

Zhang Daowen grabbed Feng Qi's shoulders at this time, stretched out his hand and pushed forward, and suddenly the ice mist spread from his body surface and swept forward, tearing a space black hole not far ahead. Zhang Daowen grabbed Feng Qi's shoulders

at this time and took him to step into the space channel.

Yesterday, many people said that I was missing the chapter. Today, I have diarrhea and am about to collapse.

I feel that your long-range curse is so strong that it was transmitted to me in the dark. I am afraid that I will never miss the chapter again.

I will find an opportunity to update it in the next few days.