Time slowly passed. With the boost from his Talent Ability, Feng Qi's injuries rapidly healed.
The fine cracks in his bones gradually closed, and his broken ribs began to settle back into place.
As he lay on the ground and looked at the hazy blood moon, he began thinking about something.
In this timeline, he had become a historical figure. Why did no one know that he would return in the future?
Even if he had died young without leaving behind any information, the Scarlet Institute, which had worked with him, should have passed down the news that he would return 1,500 years later.
Yet the Star City Garrison soldiers clearly did not know about this.
He could not enter the Database to look through historical records and emails right now, so he had no way of finding the answer.
As he pondered it, he came up with two possible explanations.
First, the Scarlet Institute had been destroyed early in its conflict with the Technology Research Institute. Even if some information had been left behind, it had gradually been lost or sealed away over time and never drew the attention of future generations.
Second, the Scarlet Institute had assumed that the future world he arrived in would still be a world eroded by Domain Worlds, where humanity had long since gone extinct. Therefore, it had not left behind any information to verify his identity.
After all, every time he had crossed over before, he had arrived at the endpoint of human civilization. Even he had not expected this Future Dreamland to undergo such a massive change.
So it was understandable that they had failed to consider this possibility.
There might have been other reasons besides these two guesses.
But the problem now was that he had no way to prove