Time flew by, and another half year passed in the blink of an eye.
Mist Lord's secluded cultivation finally came to an end.
That morning, dawn had barely broken.
Feng Qi and Mist Lord set off from the Old Days Mountain Range, flying toward Star City.
Sitting on a cloud of gray mist along the way, he discovered that Mist Lord's movement speed had more than doubled compared to before.
This was clearly related to his increase in strength.
During their seclusion, Mist Lord's strength had improved every day with the support of bloodstones.
Besides that.
After constant refinements, the Blood Sacrifice cultivation method had now basically been perfected by Mist Lord.
Other than elemental special lifeforms, Blood Sacrifice was suitable for all creatures with flesh and blood.
During their time together, Feng Qi also came to understand why Mist Lord was so determined to reach the summit.
While developing Blood Sacrifice, Mist Lord had once said that as long as he could reach the summit, he did not care how many corpses lay beneath his feet.
Because, in Mist Lord's understanding.
The food chain was shaped like a pyramid. Only by standing at the very top could one avoid being exploited, slaughtered, and enslaved by other powerful domain races.
If he wanted to lead his people to glory, climbing to the summit was the only path available.
But the process was destined to be cruel.
There would be countless competitors along the way, and slaughter would be unavoidable.
In the end, it was all for the future of his people.
Feng Qi could understand his beliefs.
But in the end, it came down to one thing: those who walked different paths could not work together.
Their racial positions had already placed them on opposing sides, and humanity would also