There were no unexpected developments.
After the Rift Sky God Lord was devoured by Little Black, the Golden Armor Warriors collapsed in utter defeat.
The Rift Sky God Clan, which had stood for over 1,500 years—or perhaps even longer—thus withdrew from the stage of history.
When the Cloud Top Temple collapsed, the remaining Golden Armor Warriors completely lost the courage to resist Little Black. The few surviving clansmen scattered and fled.
From then on, the Rift Sky Clan would become a wandering force in the New World, with no fixed home.
Perhaps one day in the future, they would rise again through the efforts of a descendant, but more likely, they would meet the end of their civilization amid increasingly brutal competition.
After the Cloud Top Temple collapsed, Feng Qi was also devoured by the arriving Little Black.
His vision sank into endless darkness.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in a room at the Scarlet Institute.
Everything had returned to the moment before he entered the Future Dreamland.
Night had deepened outside the window. A cool breeze drifted in through the half-open window, making it feel as though a lifetime had passed.
Before entering the Future Dreamland last time, the influence of Negative Emotions had kept him from falling asleep.
In the end, he had relied on a potion prepared by Wei Wei to quickly fall asleep.
The empty glass bottle from that potion was still on the bedside table, along with the Mental Soothing Potion prepared in advance.
It took him a long time to fully come back to his senses.
He picked up the Mental Soothing Potion, unscrewed the cap, and took a large gulp.
Every time he returned from the Future Dreamland, the influence of Negative Emotions grew stronger.
Fortunately, the challenge