I Hijacked The Timeline

Chapter 536: Dark God Power (1)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Before the owner of the fog died, it had carved the trajectory of Flesh Cauldron into the soil in front of it.

This trajectory was also recorded by the Scarlet Research Institute’s squad that came to the rescue.

After Feng Qi woke up, he tried to cultivate Flesh Cauldron and recorded its trajectory in his mind.

Facing the siege of intelligent creatures like Little Cripple, his current situation was terrible. He thought about whether he could use Flesh Cauldron to plunder their flesh.

But now, there was a serious problem.

If it was not addressed, it could have a huge impact on the future of humankind.

The creatures he killed and absorbed into the blood fog would erase any traces of their existence in the multidimensional space.

He could confirm that the humans in this area of Star City had been extinct, but he could not guarantee that there were still humans in other city areas.

If the humans in other cities had also cultivated Flesh Sacrifice after his death in the timeline, as long as he activated the Flesh Cauldron switch, humans in other cities would suffer, and their traces would be completely erased.

According to the narrator, there would be no traces of existence in the future timeline.Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by ɴovᴇl(F)ɪre.ɴet

For example, A cultivated Flesh Sacrifice, and B was A’s descendant. As long as Feng Qi killed B, B would not exist in the future timeline.

Even if A were pregnant with B again in the other timeline, there were only two outcomes.

1. 1. Miscarriage, because B’s life no longer existed. What she was pregnant with was just a pool of dead flesh without consciousness.
2. 2. Give birth to C, but it would not be similar to B in the previous timeline.

The consequences of karmic obliteration were too terrifying.

The owner of the fog snapped its fingers to kill life forms that cultivated Flesh Sacrifice in a timeline.

However, with a snap of his fingers, there was a high chance that he would destroy the traces of these lives in the multidimensional space.

An image appeared in his mind.

The human survivors in the other cities were enveloped by blood-colored flames after he snapped his fingers. The flesh on their bodies turned into blood and Qi under the flames.

He hesitated at the thought.

Without knowing if there were humans in other cities, activating Flesh Cauldron was irresponsible.

[It’s not that there’s no turning point. From the previous timeline, it can be observed that after the owner of the fog snapped its fingers, it opted to hibernate in this area, waiting for the blood fog of sacrifices from other areas to drift over. Clearly, it takes time to digest the sacrifices from all around the world. If you were to snap your fingers, you’d likely be killed by Blackie before you could absorb all the sacrifices in Star City.]

After listening to the narrator’s explanation, Feng Qi could not help but nod.

The narrator’s analysis was logical.

If he had died before the blood fog of sacrifices from other cities arrived, he did not have to worry about killing the humans that might exist in other cities.

After all, the essence of his obliteration was to absorb the blood fog and extract the innate abilities.

At the thought of this, an idea appeared in his mind.

First, he would snap his fingers and kill the domain creatures like Little Cripple. Then, he would die to prevent a series of subsequent effects.

Just as he was about to take action, the narrator’s voice sounded again.

[Don’t celebrate too soon. Perhaps the overlapping memories caused you to forget something. While you can cultivate Flesh Cauldron on the sacrifice timeline, you possess an extremely unique physique in the main timeline. You can’t cultivate it at all. Flesh Cauldron is fundamentally not a spell, but a cultivation technique!]

Hearing the narrator’s explanation, Feng Qi suddenly understood.

If not for the narrator’s reminder, he would have almost forgotten that he could not cultivate in the main timeline.

But he still decided to give it a try.

At this moment, his body was still being attacked by Little Cripple. He endured the pain and closed his eyes.

The Flesh Cauldron’s cultivation technique trajectory began to circulate in his body. The blood-colored light spots followed his consciousness and drew a complicated trajectory in his body.

When the trajectory was formed, a cultivation vortex was formed.

The Spiritual Qi from the outside began to seep into his body under the pull of the vortex.

The core of the Flesh Cauldron was to condense a blood core in his body. Feng Qi was currently doing this.

The Spiritual Qi in his body gradually turned into a thin blood fog. As the trajectory continued to circulate, it slowly gathered and the color gradually deepened.

Slap!

Just as Feng Qi thought that he could complete the condensation of the blood core, a crisp crack sounded in his head.

The blood core formed by the blood-colored spiritual fog shattered.

[Oh my, that’s it. In the future, you can snap your fingers and destroy the world, but you definitely can’t do it in the real world. Your special physique can’t interact with growth methods other than hunting.]

Feng Qi opened his eyes regretfully.

Looking at Little Cripple attacking from the front, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit down.

Little Cripple ruthlessly kicked his neck, and he successfully bit Little Cripple’s leg.

He opened his eyes and attacked, catching Little Cripple off guard.

Feng Qi suddenly shook his head and tore off a piece of meat from the crippled leg.

Little Cripple let out a miserable cry and retreated continuously.

Sitting and waiting for death had never been Feng Qi’s choice. He believed that struggling in the face of despair could give him hope.

The Blood Source form did not have much time left. He decided to take the final gamble.

[It’s not a big problem. If you lose, you can just kick the dead version of Little Cripple in your next dream to vent your anger. There are so many timelines. Aren’t you going to let Little Cripple win once?]

Ignoring the narrator’s ridicule, he held his breath and exerted strength again.

The veins on his body bulged..