When the black mist completely enveloped his body, Feng Qi quickly lost consciousness.
After an unknown amount of time, intense pain woke him from the darkness, and he opened his eyes.
Slowly sitting up from the sofa, he found the environment before him both familiar and unfamiliar.
He raised a hand to support his head.
All sorts of negative emotions from the Sacrifice Timeline churned through his mind, and he could not help recalling scene after scene from that timeline.
Especially the scene of the Mist Lord dying in battle.
That unbelievable, guilty sorrow still remained vivid in his memory.
Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the surging negative emotions in his mind, rose from the sofa, and walked to the refrigerator.
After opening it, he took out a bottle of chilled drink and gulped down several large mouthfuls.
As the icy liquid slid down his throat, he immediately felt much more awake.
Shaking his still somewhat groggy head, he carried the drink toward the desk.
Pulling out the chair and sitting down, he opened the notebook on the desk.
But instead of beginning his records, he started reading through what he had written before.
He was not in a good state right now, so he planned to rest for a while and resume recording once his mental state improved.
The sky gradually darkened.
Feng Qi switched on the desk lamp.
During that time, Lin Ran called and urged him to come eat.
After telling Lin Ran that he was busy, he hung up.
He continued sitting at the desk, turning page after page. As his fingers brushed over the words, his mind filled with scenes from the past.
Every sentence recorded in the notebook was an abbreviated account of an experience from a Sacrifice Timeline.
Behind a single sentence