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

Even he had doubted Wei Wei's truth 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 has the ability to travel through time and will return 1,500 years in the future even if he dies.

When he heard these words, his first thought was that they were ridiculous.

Having fought on the front lines of Star City's West Supply Zone for more than a hundred years, he had seen all kinds of bizarre fields and racial beings with different talents and abilities.

He thinks he is well-informed, but he has never heard of "time travel".

In his understanding, death is death. 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 "rebirth through reincarnation". It is a sudden resurrection and rebirth without the help of external resources.

This ability has exceeded the scope of the knowledge he has learned.

For this reason, he had suspected more than once that this was a white lie that Grandma Weiwei had fabricated for himself, in the hope that he could let go of his temporary hatred and then use this power to continue to grow.

After all, at that time, there was no way he could be Jian Ji's opponent.

As time goes by, his age continues to grow, he learns more and more knowledge, and his understanding of the world continues to increase as he grows older.

To this day, he no longer looks forward to Uncle Qi's appearance.

Because he knew that what Grandma Weiwei and Uncle Mi told back then were all lies and could never be turned into truth.

But at this moment, the scene that only appeared in dreams became reality.

Everything now seemed like a dream, and the figure that he missed so much appeared.

Uncle Qi stood before him alive.

At this time, Uncle Qi was no longer the decrepit appearance he had before his death, but the Uncle Qi he remembered when he was young. Even the smile on his face was exactly the same as the Uncle Qi he had at that time.

Countless memory images keep popping up in my mind.

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

The happiness and hard training in childhood cannot escape that smiling figure.

Even after his childhood, Uncle Qi was still his mentor as he grew up.

He still clearly remembered that when he first went to the front line, he faced the cruel frontline life, especially his helplessness when his comrades died around him, which made his heart unable to calm down and full of hesitation and fear.

As soon as he returned to the supply front line, he dialed Uncle Qi's phone number.

It feels like a child who has been bullied outside and is trying to seek comfort from his parents. Reliance on Uncle Qi has become an instinctive habit.

On the phone, Uncle Qi patiently persuaded him and helped him survive the ordeal.

There are many other similar situations.

Whenever he encounters setbacks or has unresolved knots, Uncle Qi is his support.

No matter how much depression and pain there is in frontline life, he can always find the antidote in Uncle Qi.

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

Until the mountain fell in Winterfell.

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

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

When he went to the front line, he vowed to provide for Uncle Qi in his old age, but with Uncle Qi's fall, it disappeared.

He vowed at that moment to avenge this blood.

After observing his filial piety for Uncle Qi, he started training to become stronger.

At that time he had only one idea.

Regardless of whether what Grandma Weiwei said is true or not, since she can no longer provide for Uncle Qi in old age, she will use the blood of her enemies to sacrifice Uncle Qi's spirit in heaven.

"Xiaowen."

Feng Qi's shout interrupted the flash of memory images in his mind. Zhang Daowen raised his head and looked directly at Feng Qi, his eyes suddenly moist.

"Ancestor."

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

Following his ancestor's gaze towards Feng Qi, and combined with what he said during the battle just now, the warrior opened his mouth slightly, and an incredible guess emerged in his mind.

Regarding the story of Feng Qi between his ancestors and the great historical figures, he knew a little bit about it from historical books.

The ancestor who was able to remain calm even in the face of powerful enemies in the domain was so excited that the identity of this invading powerful enemy was about to be revealed.

"Ancestor..."

Before he could speak, Zhang Daowen spoke softly:

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

After a brief hesitation, the soldier nodded respectfully and then waved in the distance.

Soon the crowd dispersed.

Zhang Daowen floated to Feng Qi at this moment, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but didn't know how to speak.

Thousands of thoughts turned into choking at this moment:

"Uncle Qi..."

"Xiaowen, you have worked hard these years." Feng Qi stretched out his right hand and patted Zhang Daowen's shoulder heavily.

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

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

Facing Feng Qi, a smile filled the face of this ancestor who was calm and proud in the eyes of his tribe, and the aura on his body automatically dissipated.

"Just in time, I also have a lot to ask you."

…

In the dusk of the blood moon, Feng Qi and Zhang Daowen sat on top of the more than 100-meter-high Feng Qi statue in the center of Daybreak City. Zhang Daowen softly told 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 have 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.

However, Zhang Daowen always kept these pains deep in his heart and never showed them to the younger generations of the human race.

He has carried the banner of the human race, so he knows that he cannot show his weakness in front of his tribe, and must give his tribe unlimited confidence.

But in front of Feng Qi, Zhang Daowen completely took off his guard and disguise, and complained and told Feng Qi his experience as before.

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

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

Wei Wei recounted in her email that Zhang Daowen was defeated miserably in this battle, and it was thanks to the presence of the Lord of the Mist that he was seriously injured and brought back.

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

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

"Have you met Mu Qing?"

"Well, she was already dead by then."

After the words fell, Zhang Daowen raised his hand and a ball of blue ice mist spread, eventually forming an image recording mirror.

When the fog dissipates, the scene of Winter City appears on the mirror.

The Winter City in the picture has turned into ruins. In the center of the ruins, a flag is erected. Mu Qing's hanging body is pierced by the flag and hung on the top of the flag.

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

"Is Jian Ji still alive now?"

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

As the little guy narrated, Feng Qi gradually understood the situation at that time.

After the battle in Winter City, the little guy ended up in a disastrous defeat, and his desire for revenge turned into a motivation for growth after he recovered from his injuries.

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

In order to better grow his strength, he continued to develop his bloodline potential and continuously improved his self-created training methods. During that time, he grew rapidly.

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

With the help of the Mist Clan, Xingchen and the Sword Clan started a fierce battle.

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