Bitter Winter Northern Territory.
Near noon, the northern territory remained shrouded in night.
At this moment, a figure pierced through the curtain of wind and snow, flying northward.
The snowflakes drifting toward him were pushed aside by an invisible force when they came within roughly five meters of him, veering past his sides.
As the view drew closer, the figure was Feng Qi in Bone Body form.
In Bone Body form, Feng Qi's flesh had transformed into a Spiritual Power core imprinted on his forehead. Surging telekinesis flowed from his body, carrying him through the air.
At this point, Feng Qi no longer needed to worry about insufficient Spiritual Power.
If he was merely flying through the air, even flying for an entire day would not exhaust his Spiritual Power.
On his way to the Mist Domain Field, Feng Qi had been pondering a question.
What changes would come to humanity's future after he came clean with the Mist Lord?
Before taking this step, there was one idea he had not changed.
What he would completely reveal to the Mist Lord was only the memories between the two of them. It would not involve too many other matters.
Especially the secrets related to the Scarlet Institute—he would not tell the Mist Lord about them.
Those related memory fragments had already been cut from the Memory Liquid as well.
Just as Wei Wei had said, simple trust cast aside from all interests was far too naive. Even with an absolutely trustworthy foundation, one still needed to leave a backup plan for any possible eventuality.
That backup plan was the Scarlet Institute, which possessed all his secrets and intelligence.
Feng Qi agreed with Wei Wei's words.
He trusted Old Mi deeply, but that was only his personal feeling. He could not drag