The picture in front of him was fragmented, and Feng Qi felt as if he was watching a long movie immersed in it.

He can even feel the temperature of the environment where the spiritual battle is taking place in the picture, and smell the smells of different environments.

This feeling is amazing.

Although it is not as directly immersive as the sacrifice line, it is far more immersive than the movie.

In the memory screen, he witnessed the spiritual war from being a warrior who firmly believed in the Mist Tribe at the beginning, to taking up the future of the Psionic Tribe after awakening, gradually transforming the Psionic Tribe bit by bit, and finally opening up a healthy path for the weak Psionic Tribe.

Zhuang's future path.

Spirit War has never seen the rise of the psionic tribe, but he is undoubtedly the key to the rise of the psionic tribe.

This reminded him of what the Mist Tribe once said about the weak tribes.

During the villain line, Feng Qi once asked the Lord of Mist how a weak tribe can quickly become stronger and surpass the strong tribe.

The Lord of the Mists answered him:

"You asked me why the weak races have no future? I never said that they have no future. It's just that they lack devotees who are willing to sacrifice themselves to pave the way for the future of the race. Only when a weak race has the ability to be unswerving for its ideals and beliefs,

It is only through the successive sacrifices that this race has the foundation to rise."

"In addition, these pioneers have to endure hunger, poverty, foreign enemies, and weakness, and find a future for their people in the most harsh environment. They cannot calculate personal gains and losses, and use all their efforts to complete the initial revolution of a race, and then continue

Through the accumulation of several generations, they have the possibility to become a powerful clan."

"So there is no why, only why. Why do these weak tribes want to use decades of hard work to catch up with the strong tribes? What does their efforts mean compared to the ancestors of the strong tribes?"

Feng Qi only understood part of the meaning of these words at the time.

But after seeing the experience of spiritual warfare, he had a deeper understanding.

Forefathers planted trees for future generations to enjoy the shade. This seemingly simple sentence actually hides a lot of history of blood and tears.

The growth of a strong family requires pioneers and even more relays.

The current glory of the psionic tribe is inseparable from the pioneers such as Ling Zhan who fought for the rise of the psionic tribe.

Thinking of this, he turned to look at the Lord of Mist beside him.

At this time, the Lord of the Mist was also waking up from his trance, and his brows were slightly furrowed, then relaxed.

"Old fan, is it you who is the clan leader running around fighting in the memory screen?"

"It's me." The Lord of Mist nodded helplessly:

"At that time, I didn't pay much attention to the disappearance of the Psychic Tribe until I led the main force back. After all, the Psychic Tribe was insignificant in my eyes at that time. I didn't expect that the Psychic Tribe would develop and rise rapidly under my nose."

"What would you do if you knew the truth at that time?"

Facing Feng Qi's inquiry, the Lord of Mist raised his head and glanced at Hei Xuan not far away, and said with an indifferent expression:

"Of course, they will provide good food and drink. Neighbors with such potential must be well cultivated and then allowed to form an alliance with the Mist Tribe."

Feng Qi:......

He didn't believe a single punctuation mark in these words.

How can you allow others to snore and sleep on the side of the bed?

It's not Lao Fan's style to just sit back and watch the growth of the psionic race. Lao Fan obviously understands better than him when it comes to feeding tigers into trouble.

Based on his understanding of the Lord of the Mist, he must have exterminated the psionic race, an unstable factor, and then seize the Holy Spirit Consciousness Vault for his own use.

Thinking of this, Feng Qi couldn't help but imagine what would happen if the old fan got the Holy Spirit Consciousness Library?

Humanity is in danger...

The Holy Spirit Consciousness Vault has an influence on the development of a race that other miraculous items cannot match.

Many miracles are aimed at personal improvement, but the Holy Spirit's consciousness bank can connect a race into a whole.

With knowledge sharing and even memory sharing, the potential of a race will be fully developed.

For example, the psionic tribe.

It may have only been more than a hundred years since he came to the human world. From the beginning, there was only one miraculous item, the Holy Spirit Consciousness Library, and now he has collected countless miraculous items. The level of development of the Mist Tribe far exceeds that of the Spiritual War Period. According to Hei Xuan's

The statement is even comparable to that of the Mist Tribe at its peak.

This development speed has reached an unimaginable level.

It would be an exaggeration to say that the whole family is cheating.

But there is one question that always lingers in Feng Qi's mind.

Through the memory scenes, he knew that the rise of spiritual warfare was inseparable from Mo.

What is the ultimate goal of Mexico signing those potential strong players?

There is only one command right in the contract. What on earth is he going to instruct these strong men to do? Fight against the coming trend?

Why was Mo eventually captured by the psionic tribe?

Thinking of this, he looked at Hei Xuan and asked:

"I want to know why Mo was caught by you?"

Facing the inquiry, Hei Xuan had a smile on his face:

"We have long guessed that Hei Xuan will come. After all, the situation is unstoppable. He will eventually escape to the human world like other racial forces. His target is actually not the ancestor of our race, but the Holy Spirit Consciousness Vault. For this reason

We spent more than a hundred years setting a trap for him, just waiting for him to fall into it."

"We thought that this guy might not come to the human world until the realm world completely collapsed, but we didn't expect to find him very soon, and he became a prisoner of our clan."

"Tell me the process in detail." Feng Qi suddenly became interested.

During the war front, he could see that Mo had a deep hatred for the psionic tribe.

Before leaving, he put a self-destruct device into his hand, hoping that he would deal a cruel blow to the psionic tribe before he died.

Through the memory scenes of the spiritual battle and Hei Xuan's narration, he suddenly understood the reason behind this.

It was obvious that the psychic tribe had dug a big hole for Mo, and they had long been prepared for him to fall into it.

When Feng Qi asked about the detailed process of capturing Mo, Hei Xuan shook his head:

"You don't need to know the information related to Mo. You won't be able to come into contact with him in the future. He has too many secrets. Even our clan can't spy on everything about him. We only know what we caught through the memory of our ancestors.

It's just his clone, and we have no way of knowing what his true form is."

"Can't you just satisfy your curiosity? After all, we are all tied to the same boat from now on."

Hei Xuan shook his head again:

"We are a cooperative relationship. You are not tied to my psychic clan's ship. I have given the leader of the Mist clan the right to choose freely in the future."

Facing Hei Xuan's rejection, Feng Qi felt regretful.

There are actually many secrets about the psychic race.

Among them is why Black Shadow betrayed the psychic clan and lurked in the Science and Technology Research Institute with Mo.

It's just this information that he obviously can't ask for now.

At this time, Hei Xuan pointed at the gorgeous starry sky behind the rusty stone monument:

"Keep going deeper with me."

After Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist looked at each other, he followed Hei Xuan across the stone tablet and went deeper into the Holy Spirit's Consciousness Vault.

After passing the stone monument and advancing for a long time, Feng Qi suddenly felt strong resistance coming from the front.

The golden mark on his forehead shines brightly at this moment.

Suddenly the resistance dissipated and the world in front of him changed.

The starry sky suddenly turned into a pure white world, and in the center of the world there was a golden ball of light suspended in the air, slowly rotating.

Hei Xuan took Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist and floated to the golden ball of light, then turned to look at the two of them:

"You should be curious as to why I'm looking for you, right?"

Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist didn't speak, waiting for Hei Xuan's next words.

"It's very simple. I need a few forces to help us fight against the tribe."

After hearing these words, Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist were immediately filled with questions.

"Fight against the clansmen?"

"Yes, our race did not go well in the early days of coming to the human world. At that time, we were surrounded by other fields that were expanding. In order to preserve the fire for the continuation of the race, one-third of the members carried half of the Holy Spirit's consciousness library.

The heavily encircled people were lucky enough to come to the human world to develop, and thus lurked in human society, while the other two-thirds stayed in the clan field to compete with the surrounding fields."

"The development of our clan has been divided into two factions. Relying on the Holy Spirit Consciousness Library, we have never disconnected and assisted each other in growing up. At that time, we all firmly believed that we were relatives... But some things will change over time."

As he said that, Hei Xuan looked at Feng Qi:

"If you have understood human history, you should know a hypothesis in human society. The ancestors of all human beings came from Africa, and then they evolved into different human races, each with different culture and history. It was not until the disaster that they merged together again.

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To be continued...