Chapter 455 The ups and downs of the millennium (seeking a monthly ticket)
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.
Just when the battle was about to be completely defeated, the magic knife appeared again.
It was the appearance of the magic knife that gave them some breathing time.
After the battle with the Demon Sword, Jian Ji was seriously injured again. Even though he repelled the Demon Sword, he could no longer take care of Star City.
Relying on that time, the little guy and the Lord of the Mist launched a killing operation against the Sword Clan.
At the end of this battle, the Sword Clan was almost completely destroyed, with only Jian Ji able to escape.
But Jian Ji, who lost his clan members, became even more terrifying.
Without his clansmen to worry about him, Jian Ji became more and more crazier in his destructive actions against Star City, often attacking, causing irreparable losses to Star City.
Star City also gradually declined during that time.
Even the Mist Tribe was dragged down by Star City and could only send forces every time to help Star City fight against the crazy Jian Ji.
Such days lasted for more than a hundred years.
In the end, the Lord of the Mist made a decision, and he decided to sacrifice himself to secure the future of the two races.
A killing spree against Jian Ji began to be arranged.
The final outcome was that the Lord of the Mist died in battle, and the little guy personally killed the seriously injured Jian Ji.
After the battle, although humans and the Mist Tribe won the final victory, they also paid a heavy price for it.
Star City was almost reduced to rubble, more than half of the soldiers were killed or injured, and a large number of innocent city residents were also affected.
In the end, the Mist tribe took away the Miracle Will Orb and decided to continue to develop the tribe in the coming years, and then wait for the resurrection of the Lord of Mist.
The little guy led the remaining humans to move to Dawn City.
The area of Dawn City is far less than that of Star City, but the smaller territory is more conducive to defense. At the same time, Dawn City, as a new human city, has a more complete defense system and underground shelters.
In the following years, the little guy led the human race to fight against many races.
Humanity also ushered in rapid development during that time, and its comprehensive strength became increasingly stronger.
Until the dark moon appeared and ate away the sun little by little.
This process is full of despair for humans and Zhang Daowen. They can only watch the demise of the human world, but there is nothing they can do.
Especially the final battle between Mu Yan and Mo Yue.
The tide of domain beasts that cover the sky and the sun comes across space, and humans can only huddle in Dawn City, fearing whether tomorrow will come again.
When Mu Zhen died, the human cultivation system collapsed.
It was from that time on that the little guy began to create a new path of cultivation and growth tailored for human beings.
The brand-new ice training method is actually not suitable for human beings, but now it has become the only way for human beings to grow in the new world illuminated by the dark moon.
As for the Mist Tribe, contact with them was lost after the death of the Mist Lord.
There is no space channel established in Daybreak City to communicate with the Mist Clan, and the only stable space teleportation array remains in the ruins of the ruined Star City.
The little guy tried to repair it, but found that even if the stable teleportation array was repaired, the connection with the other end would be cut off.
The little guy's guess about this is that maybe the Mist tribe on the other side of the teleportation array has moved...or it may have been invaded by a powerful tribe and perished.
…
The little guy talked about the past and looked 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 in Star City took over his place to carry the banner of dawn and lead the human race. After this generation left, it was the little guy who carried the banner of dawn until today.
The human race is weak, and neither its bloodline potential nor its cultivation methods can compare with the powerful races in the field.
It was almost the little guy who single-handedly carried the progress and growth of the human race, and resisted thousands of invading enemies.
Therefore, he is respectfully called the ancestor by people in the future, and he is also the Dinghai Shenzhen in the hearts of the current human race.
"Xiaowen, thank you for your hard work." Feng Qi thanked him sincerely at this moment.
"Uncle Qi...I'm getting old. I'm afraid I won't be able to walk very far."
Hearing these words, Feng Qi suddenly fell silent.
According to the little guy's story, he has fought against many powerful enemies of his tribe over the past thousand years, and also plundered other tribes in order to obtain resources. The battles, large and small, have left many hidden diseases in his body.
I have been able to survive until today, but I have reached the point where I am almost exhausted. Even if I want to keep going, there is nothing I can do.
When Zhang Daowen said "I'm old", Feng Qi saw fatigue and unwillingness in his eyes.
"I failed to live up to your expectations and failed to lead the human race to the top."
As he spoke, the gray-haired Zhang Daowen suddenly choked up and his cloudy blue eyes flashed with tears.
Feng Qi didn't know how to comfort him.
For Zhang Daowen at this time, protecting the human race is no longer a responsibility, and leading the human race to rise is not just to inherit his will, but has become the dream and expectation in his heart.
Although the turtle lives a long life, it still has its time.
At this time, the little guy is like a candle in the wind, and it is difficult to continue leading the human race.
Losing Zhang Daowen as 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 death struggle until the destruction of civilization comes.
He understood Zhang Daowen's unwillingness, but he could not give any guarantee or comfort.
At this moment, Zhang Daowen, with tears in his eyes, turned to look at him:
"Uncle Qi, the superimposed impact of your negative emotions should be more serious."
Facing the inquiry, Feng Qi nodded:
"After the memory of this timeline was read, the superimposed influence of negative emotions has appeared on my body."
As he spoke, Feng Qi raised his right arm.
I saw 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 Tribe in the previous timeline. At that time, I thought that Uncle Mi was still colluding with Grandma Wei Wei to continue to weave lies for me... Now I can be sure, I
Knowing where the Blood Soul Tribe is, we may be able to take you through another Heart Refining Challenge. Although this cannot eradicate the impact of negative emotions on you, it can help you suspend the impact of the superposition of negative emotions."
"Okay." Feng Qi nodded decisively.
At this moment, Zhang Daowen grabbed Feng Qi's shoulder, stretched out his hand and pushed forward. Immediately, ice mist spread from his body and swept forward, tearing out a black hole in space not far ahead.
Zhang Daowen grabbed Feng Qi's shoulder and led him into the space passage.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Yesterday many people said that I was out of context. Today I had all kinds of diarrhea and almost collapsed.
I feel like your remote curse is so powerful. It was transmitted to me somehow. I'm so scared that I don't dare to break the chapter again.
