Chapter 198: The Erosion of the Mist of History

“Tsk, just how strong is this Home Protector with its 1000 durability? The Mist inside doesn’t even lose any durability,” Chen Xiyi couldn’t help but click his tongue in amazement.

He had previously asked Lin Feng to stuff the Mist into the Alloy Carriage, then stored it in his Inventory, and transferred it to the fence Prison in the Five Immortals Cave Shelter.

At that time, the Alloy Carriage’s Durability dropped incredibly fast—in the blink of an eye, it lost a full 300 Durability. If he hadn’t been quick to shove it into the Inventory, the carriage would’ve been gone if he’d been any slower.

Of course, it might have been because there was too much Mist—a whole carriage full, and Lin Feng really stuffed it to the brim.

But once it was placed in the fence Prison, it was trapped inside, completely unable to get out. Even though the fence looked like it couldn’t hold it at all, that was just how it appeared. The Home Game’s Air Wall left the Mist with no way to deal with it.

“And, more importantly, why can I raise this thing?”

Chen Xiyi looked at the Mist in his Inventory, which the Home Game had categorized as an animal—the kind that could be raised.

After he managed to Homestead this wisp of Mist by exploiting a bug, he was utterly shocked. After all, who would have thought that the Mist was actually an animal.

Right now, that wisp of Mist was being raised in his Ranch. There was no need to worry about feeding it; it just ate feed like everything else.

Once in the Ranch, whether it was carnivorous, herbivorous, or omnivorous, they all ate feed and basically grew up strong and healthy.

It was just that this Mist grew relatively slowly. While ordinary animals could mature in a day, this thing took ten days.

He had no idea what it would turn into in the end.

This was his first supernatural animal… probably.

He wasn’t entirely sure if the Mist counted as an animal, but in the Home Game, it was judged as one. He guessed that if he could get his hands on things like phoenixes, chimeras, or ogres, the Home Game would probably also classify them as animals and toss them into the Ranch to be raised—and yes, they’d eat feed too.

Thinking about it that way was just absurd.

“So, the Mist is actually a living creature, not really mist?”

That was Chen Xiyi’s guess, but he didn’t know exactly what it was. Anyway, the name identified by the Home Game was [Mist of History].

For a moment, he couldn’t tell whether the “history” in the name referred to real history or the mist from that Immortal named History. But in any case, it could be raised.

“If it’s the latter, then what I’m raising in my Ranch right now isn’t… a new generation of The Immortal, is it?”

For a moment, Chen Xiyi couldn’t help but feel speechless.

If that were really the case, wouldn’t that make him incredibly powerful?

If nothing else, if that were true, this Mist of History would become his ace in the hole.

Animals raised in the Ranch were all tamed—in other words, they could understand his commands and act according to his wishes.

Ranch animals generally had this function, but it wasn’t permanent. If they weren’t kept in the Inventory, tamed animals would be refreshed not long after leaving the Ranch. This rule was rather odd.

But this Mist was clearly not an ordinary animal; it was a supernatural one. The rules might be the same, but what it produced would definitely be extraordinary. Maybe after harvesting it, he could obtain some good items.

After thinking about it for a few minutes, Chen Xiyi put the matter aside. He’d find out once the Mist matured.

What was important now was to study the situation of the Mist in the fence Prison. He couldn’t study the Mist in the Home Game’s Ranch anymore, since it had already been Homesteaded and had likely become data-based like him. Trying to handle it directly would only cause damage.

So, he carefully took out a small wisp of Mist from the Prison to observe and experiment with it.

“Initial observation shows it has a corrosive effect—no, not corrosion, but more like annihilation or erasure, and it seems to be targeted.”

“Two pieces of wood disappeared at different rates, even though their volume, density, etc., were exactly the same, and the amount of Mist was identical too. What’s the principle behind this?”

Chen Xiyi found the results rather strange.

Why does the Mist discriminate?

“This is odd. Wood from the same tree, with the same size, volume, and density, disappeared at the same rate. But wood from different trees disappeared at different rates. Do individual pieces have Mist resistance?”

Chen Xiyi was puzzled. He felt the Mist was very unfair. They were all pieces of wood, so why did some disappear quickly and others slowly?

It really seemed to play favorites.

Full of doubts, Chen Xiyi kept conducting repeated experiments, searching for materials that could resist the Mist. If they couldn’t resist the Mist, then going up against the First Immortal would be hopeless.

Unfortunately, after three days of working at full capacity, Chen Xiyi had no clues at all.

“Three days, and not a single idea…”

Suddenly, Chen Xiyi had a flash of insight. He vaguely grasped the key.

“That’s right, I finally know why the same material had different disappearance rates.”

Before, Chen Xiyi had always thought it was due to the material. It never occurred to him that it might be about time, or their own history.

“The Mist isn’t annihilating or erasing—it’s not just simple damage. It uses time as its method of harm.”

“The longer something has existed historically, the more it is suppressed by the Mist, whether it’s an inanimate object or a living being. That’s why my Force-Devouring Gu was able to fight the Mist to a draw—because the Force-Devouring Gu itself is an insect. From egg to hatching, it has only existed for about twenty days, and it’s a completely new species never before seen in history.”

“So, for Wandering Light, who avoided the Mist at all costs, it not only had no attack bonus against my Eighty-Four Thousand Buddha Primordial Spirits, but actually reduced a lot of the damage.”

“On the contrary, as a thirty-thousand-year-old being, Wandering Light probably not only received a 100% attack bonus against the Mist, but also various enchantments like armor penetration and magic break—making it a true killer of ancient beings.”

“This is also why Wandering Light, a thirty-thousand-year-old monster, was so suppressed that he couldn’t fight back at all.”

Chen Xiyi looked at the two experimental items in his hand.

One was a document with a three-hundred-year history, and the other was freshly made, just produced.

The former vanished into nothingness in an instant, while the latter was still slowly fading away.

From this, Chen Xiyi confirmed his speculation.

The Mist of History targeted history, and nothing else.

“Then, in Lin Feng’s case, it should be considered new, right? But would it stack with Wandering Light’s attributes or the Sword Concept? If it does, then…”

Chen Xiyi had a bad feeling about this. If it really worked that way, then things could get troublesome.

“However, there are solutions. You want new? I have plenty of new things.”

For example, his new concept Gu Insects.

These things were very new. As long as Lin Feng wore the Gu Insect armor connected to his Eighty-Four Thousand Buddha Lands, why fear the Mist?

Once he understood the principle, dealing with it became much simpler.

“Next, I need Lin Feng to use the sword I give him to kill the First Immortal. Otherwise, the Home Game won’t acknowledge it.”

“That’s the most difficult part.”

Lin Feng’s sword was the Realm of No Sword.

What did that mean? It meant that although he used a sword, it wasn’t a conventional one.

It was the rhythm of heaven and earth—something profoundly mysterious.

So, Chen Xiyi wondered if this Alloy Sword would feel right in his hands.

[Alloy Sword]

[Durability: 1000/1000]

[Damage: 1100]

[Sword Qi: Attacks are accompanied by sword energy]

[Technique: Increases body agility]

[Sharpness: The blade is sharper]

[Resilience: The sword body is more flexible]

[Critical Hit: Damage doubles when hitting vital points]

[Evil-Slaying: Damage increased]

[Good-Bullying: Damage increased]

This Alloy Sword had the most Enchantments of all Chen Xiyi’s weapons. It was personally forged and enchanted by the Blacksmith, modeled after the Wandering Light Sword.

The Sword Qi, Technique, and Sharpness Enchantments came from Mountain Copper, Mystic Silver, and Refined Gold, while Resilience and Critical Hit came from the Water Condensation Pearl and Earth Essence Block. As for Evil-Slaying and Good-Bullying, those came from Chivalry Crystals and Sinful Wraiths.

Chen Xiyi could complete the first three Enchantments himself, but the latter four had to be done by the Blacksmith, since he couldn’t enchant Spiritual Items onto weapons.

He wasn’t sure about the other attributes, but the Evil-Slaying and Good-Bullying Enchantments each added 500 Damage to the Alloy Sword, shooting its original 100 Damage up to 1100—and that was on top of the other Enchantments.

But Chen Xiyi guessed that this was probably due to the Blacksmith’s enhancement abilities.

He couldn’t directly feel the other Enchantments, but he could sense the Sword Qi Enchantment. Originally about thirty centimeters, it now reached three meters.

Of course, Chen Xiyi wasn’t giving Lin Feng the sword for no reason. He also had to provide a set of Alloy Full Body Armor and an Alloy Helmet to ensure safety.

In a boss fight, you can’t just level up without upgrading your gear.

However, the Alloy Full Body Armor and Alloy Helmet only had three Enchantments. It wasn’t that Chen Xiyi was stingy, but he simply didn’t have enough materials. As Enchantment attributes increased, the consumption of Spiritual Items had to keep up too.

After putting on the equipment Chen Xiyi gave him, not only would Lin Feng’s damage, defense, and recovery be fully enhanced, but more importantly, this way, no matter who killed the First Immortal, it would be judged as an NPC assisting Chen Xiyi in the kill.

Then he could collect the drops.

What? Chen Xiyi was just slacking off and still taking the loot?

When an NPC takes a player into a dungeon, have you ever seen an NPC in any game take the boss drops and steal the player’s experience?

“Besides equipment, I need to prepare Buffs too.”

Thinking about Buffs, Chen Xiyi realized there were actually quite a few—enhancement spells, talismans, and Ritual Implements. There were definitely plenty.

Before, things were rushed, and there were many uncertainties, so Chen Xiyi didn’t have time to make them. Now, during the preparation time, he could test how well the Qi Refiner’s spells resisted the Mist, since they were from different systems.

“I just don’t know how long Lin Feng will be in seclusion. The longer it drags on, the worse it is for us. Who knows what the other side might be preparing.”

Chen Xiyi was actually almost ready. The Eighty-Four Thousand Buddha and Buddha Land had long since gathered and formed an even more terrifying Buddha.

Now he was just waiting for Lin Feng to digest what he gained from Wandering Light, and then they could go fight the boss.

The Qi Refiner’s spells and talismans were pretty much optional for this battle. His strength wasn’t enough to fully unleash the potential of the Qi Refiner system. If he had Ji Shan’s power, he would dare to take on the First Immortal alone—no need for Lin Feng to carry him.

His real role was probably to provide support for Lin Feng and cast shields and such. Lin Feng not only had to be able to deal damage and tank hits, but he also occasionally had to heal himself.

“Whatever, it’s not like a little more time will make much difference.”

Chen Xiyi sighed. The longer Lin Feng took to digest, the stronger he would be. As a genius who had lost his Protagonist template thanks to Chen Xiyi’s meddling, Lin Feng was unmatched in the Sword Dao. If he was putting so much effort into comprehending, it meant the gains were rich, and the rewards would be even greater.