Mo's words carried an overwhelming amount of information, leaving Feng Qi frozen in place.
A vessel for sealing the strongest beings? Humans?
As he connected the pieces, the first thought that came to his mind was—could he himself be one of these special vessels? And if so, was the supreme being sealed within him none other than the Narrator?
But what did that have to do with the Black Reaper hunting him?
What exactly was a supreme being? Was it just another term for the Pillar Gods?
Was the Black Reaper's sole purpose to kill these supreme beings? Was the Narrator its actual target?
And what did Mo mean by a "collection of rules"?
Staring at the spot where Mo had disappeared, Feng Qi fell into deep thought.
If humans were vessels used to seal supreme beings, and the Black Reaper existed solely to kill humans, then logically, it should have wiped out all of humanity. But that wasn't the case.
In the future he had seen, even fifteen hundred years later, there were still survivors in the shelters.
This proved that the Black Reaper didn't target all humans.
If that was the case, then those being hunted by the Black Reaper—aside from himself—must be an extremely small and select group among humanity.
Following this train of thought, another person suddenly came to his mind—Mu Yan.
Across multiple timelines, he had gathered very little information about Mu Yan. But one thing was certain—she was constantly searching for "miracles."
However, the "miracles" she spoke of had nothing to do with miraculous objects.
Instead, she seemed to be looking for individuals with extraordinary talents.
People like Tian Shu, Ye Huang, Wei Wei, Mu Qing, and the first dean of the Crimson Research Institute.
If he combined this information with what Mo had just revealed, a startling possibility took shape in his mind.
Could it be that the miracles Mu Yan was searching for were actually the very vessels that Mo had described—the ones containing supreme beings?
The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.
Whenever Mu Yan labeled someone a "miracle," that person would awaken a special ability after encountering her.
For instance, Tian Shu gained the divine rune on his back. Wei Wei had remarkable longevity and wisdom.
If all these cases were connected, a theory emerged—perhaps Mu Yan wasn't granting these individuals power, but rather awakening the latent abilities of the supreme beings sealed within them.
Maybe that's why ordinary people could never be considered miracles in her eyes.
Perhaps the so-called "miracles" were individuals born with a sealed power inside them.
And Mu Yan had the ability to activate the unique traits of the supreme beings locked within these vessels.
Was Mu Yan's true goal to find these vessels and harness the power of the supreme beings to save humanity?
As the idea took shape in his mind, many things started making sense.
But whether or not this theory was the actual truth was beyond his current ability to verify.
Perhaps the real answer was even more complex than he imagined.
However, the biggest mystery still revolved around the Black Reaper.
What exactly was it? And why did it hunt the supreme beings?
After a long silence, Feng Qi turned toward the open passage and stepped forward.
Mo had said that this top-secret lab contained information about the Black Reaper.
That information could be the key to everything.
When he reached the metal door, he realized just how thick it was—nearly two meters.
Peering at the edge, he noticed that there was even a concealed explosive device embedded within the door, its indicator light flashing.
Had he tried to force his way through with brute strength, the consequences would have been catastrophic.
Crossing through the doorway, he entered the restricted chamber.
Inside, a massive lab spread out before him.
The entire space was divided into four sections, each containing a variety of research instruments.
Machines, components, and devices were scattered everywhere.
Blueprints and documents were strewn across the floor in complete disarray.
Seeing the mess, Feng Qi almost cursed out loud.
He had expected a top-secret facility to be neatly organized, with important documents meticulously stored in designated areas.
Instead, there wasn't a single proper storage area in sight—only stacks of scattered blueprints and files.
He didn't even know where to begin.
As he moved forward, the sheer number of papers on the floor made it difficult to step without crushing something important.
Glancing around in frustration, he sighed and crouched down, beginning to sift through the mess.
He needed to find any document related to the Black Reaper.
Or, more importantly, any clue about how to control it.
Even if the method wasn't fully developed yet, even if it couldn't be used in its current state, the information would be invaluable.
If he could bring it back to the Crimson Research Institute, the accumulated technological knowledge across multiple timelines might be enough to crack the problem.
He refused to believe that the Black Shadow had spent a lifetime creating a weapon it couldn't control.
But soon, he ran into another issue.
Lifting one of the scattered documents, he was shocked to discover that he couldn't read the text at all.
Feng Qi stared at the twisted, unfamiliar characters on the document, his mind momentarily blank.
These symbols clearly didn't belong to any known human language.
A suffocating realization hit him—without the ability to decipher these documents, his only option was to rely on images or diagrams to guess their contents.
But that approach would be slow and inefficient.
Frustrated, he tossed the illegible document aside and grabbed another.
After flipping through several more papers, he found that not all the documents were written in the strange language. Some were recorded in human script.
That discovery puzzled him at first, but after thinking it through, he understood the reason.
The documents in human language seemed to be reports compiled by the core researchers of the Future City Research Institute, detailing their collaborative projects with Mo.
Each of these reports contained experimental data and results.
Since these reports were meant for Mo, they had to be written in a way the human researchers could understand.
In turn, Mo's feedback was also written in human language.
From this, Feng Qi deduced something interesting—the human researchers were mostly doing the grunt work, while Mo was the one handling the core aspects of the projects.
This dynamic was quite similar to how the Black Reaper Project operated.
After skimming through a few more reports, he placed the documents behind him and continued searching.
A few more files later, his hand landed on a crumpled piece of paper.
Smoothing it out, his eyes immediately caught the bold title: "Chimera Lifeform Concept."
At the bottom of the page, he noticed a signature—one belonging to the head of the Biochemical Division at the Future City Research Institute.
Intrigued, he began scanning the contents.
As he read, a wave of familiarity washed over him.
The document described Chimera Lifeforms—special entities created by fusing the best traits from multiple species' genes.
These creatures inherited superior biological traits and were born with high growth potential.
The report also detailed a failed Chimera experiment.
This particular entity possessed exceptionally high intelligence and was nearly impossible to kill. Even if it was destroyed, its body would instantly rupture, releasing countless eggs into the environment.
Upon hatching, these larvae would consume everything around them—devouring all life forms in their vicinity.
Their ultimate goal was to merge into one, reforming the original Chimera lifeform and resurrecting it.
Each time this process repeated, the Chimera would absorb new genetic material, discard inferior traits, and evolve into a stronger version of itself.
In other words, every time it was killed and reborn, it would become even more powerful.
At that moment, Feng Qi finally realized why this concept felt so familiar.
He had encountered something like this in the future dream world.
Every time he visited the dream world, his route always took him from west to east.
But during one of his explorations, he had been chased by dozens of Goat-Headed Demons.
Assuming they were hostile, he fled north, only to stumble into a mysterious region filled with multicolored eggs.
The moment he stepped into this area, some of the eggs cracked open, and grotesque creatures emerged, attacking him.
These creatures were weak—easy to kill.
But something was off.
Normally, when he killed monsters, he would gain Qi and blood energy.
Yet these creatures gave him nothing.
Instead, when they died, their bodies dissolved into a strange mist and flowed into nearby eggs.
The next time those eggs hatched, the newborn creatures were larger, stronger, and faster than before.
Back then, the Narrator had examined the situation and provided an explanation that mirrored the details in this document.
According to the Narrator, all the eggs were part of a single entity.
Killing one didn't mean victory—it simply redistributed the essence to the others.
To truly destroy this creature, every single egg had to be wiped out simultaneously.
Now, as he read through the document, it all made sense.
The failed Chimera experiment described in the research notes was the very same monstrous entity he had encountered in the future.
At the bottom of the report, there was an additional note discussing improvements for future Chimera lifeform experiments.
A concept similar to this had also been brought up at the Crimson Research Institute, but their version of the theory wasn't nearly as developed.
Feng Qi had no interest in Chimera lifeforms, so he put the document aside and shifted his focus.
The lab was vast, and documents were scattered everywhere.
Trying to locate specific files related to the Black Reaper felt like searching for a needle in a haystack.
But he had no other options.
The only way forward was to dig through everything.
Taking a deep breath, he crouched down again and continued flipping through the endless sea of documents.
Outside, the intense battle had left the Future City Research Institute's plaza in ruins. The relentless shockwaves had caused sections of the base to collapse, and the upper half of the headquarters had already crumbled.
But the fight was far from over.
From all directions, elite domain warriors charged in, hell-bent on eliminating her. Mu Qing's eyes gleamed with a cold, murderous light.
She had already noticed that Feng Qi had entered the Research Institute Headquarters following the Black Shadow.
She wasn't entirely confident that Feng Qi could defeat Black Shadow, so she had to get inside and stabilize the situation herself.
There was no holding back anymore.
If these warriors wanted to stop her, she would kill them all.
The battle had already claimed thirty-eight lives at her hands.
Her gaze swept across the battlefield. Arcs of jade-colored lightning crackled across her body as she flashed forward, appearing directly in front of one of the warriors blocking her path.
The warrior reacted swiftly, swinging down with a massive warhammer.
CRACK!
The special metal warhammer shattered into pieces the moment it met Mu Qing's raw strength.
The shattered fragments flew through the air, but Mu Qing's attack wasn't finished.
Her fist punched through the warrior's chest, piercing his body.
BANG!
Blood and flesh exploded, painting the battlefield in crimson.
Without stopping, Mu Qing dashed forward. But before she could take another step, a barrier materialized in her path.
She collided head-on, sending a massive ripple through the energy shield. The jade-colored lightning surrounding her body intensified, and the shield began to thin out—cracking apart before completely shattering into glowing particles.
At that moment, more enemies rushed toward her.
Mu Qing responded immediately, throwing a second punch—this one fully charged with power.
The force of her strike generated a violent gust, sweeping toward the domain warriors who had just gathered.
Their combined energy wave met her punch head-on.
For a brief moment, the battlefield fell silent.
Then—
A violent explosion erupted. A mushroom cloud bloomed into the sky, swallowing the battlefield in rolling waves of dust and smoke.
Amidst the thick haze, only Mu Qing's crimson-glowing eyes remained visible.
Just as she prepared to force her way through with brute strength, a powerful spatial fluctuation surged from above.
The overwhelming energy ripple spread downward, dispersing the smoke and dust.
Both Mu Qing and the domain warriors instinctively looked up.
Above them, a twisted blue portal had appeared in the sky. It expanded rapidly, as if it were devouring the world itself.
The sky on the other side of the portal was a completely different color.
Then—
Countless black figures emerged from the portal.
Their bodies were completely black, marked with golden leaf-shaped insignias on their foreheads.
Unlike ordinary lifeforms, these beings were entirely composed of pure energy—and their presence radiated terrifying power.
Eighteen of them.
They hovered silently in midair, looking down on everything below.
For a moment, no one moved.
Then, the leading figure raised a hand, conjuring a blue energy sphere in its palm.
Without hesitation, it hurled the sphere downward.
The blue sphere spun as it descended, before violently detonating upon impact.
A shockwave of blue energy erupted outward, rapidly expanding from the center of the explosion.
The domain warriors and Mu Qing instantly realized something was wrong.
Everywhere the blue wave passed, the spiritual energy particles in the air vanished.
Under normal circumstances, even if a battle consumed all the ambient spiritual energy, the surrounding atmosphere would naturally replenish it.
But now—nothing.
The energy in this region had been completely erased—and more importantly, external spiritual energy was no longer flowing in.
Everyone present understood the severity of the situation.
This wasn't a normal energy depletion.
This was a deliberate suppression technique—a controlled spiritual energy vacuum.
The domain warriors' faces darkened.
This meant that every bit of energy they used from now on was permanent. There would be no replenishment, no recovery.
Whoever these new arrivals were, they had come prepared—and they had just seized control of the battlefield.
And there was zero chance they had come as allies.
Cooperation between humans and domain creatures had never existed.
Mu Qing continued to stare up at the eighteen floating figures.
Even without engaging them, she could feel the terrifying pressure radiating from their bodies.
She immediately realized—
The Psionic Race had arrived.
She had heard about them from Feng Qi and knew that Black Shadow had once been a traitor to their kind.
Now, it was clear—they were here for him.
They had come to reclaim the stolen miracle item.
But Mu Qing didn't care about their objective.
What mattered was one thing—
They were standing in Feng Qi's way.
Jade-colored lightning surged around her body as she unleashed her full aura, colliding against the energy released by the Psionic Race warriors.
The battlefield turned into a clash of energy—Mu Qing's raw, electrified force pushing against the alien energy pressure of the invaders.
This sudden shift drew the full attention of all eighteen Psionic warriors.
Their cold, unfeeling eyes turned to her.
Locking eyes with them, Mu Qing's gaze burned with crimson flames.
She didn't care who they were.
She didn't care if they were domain warriors, alien invaders, or gods themselves.
If they stood in Feng Qi's way—
They would die.
Raising her right hand, she slowly curled her fingers into a fist—a direct challenge to the Psionic warriors.