Watching the Psionic Race members actively probing Little Black, Feng Qi knew immediately that these fools had no idea how terrifying Little Black truly was.
This act alone was nothing short of provoking a monster.
And as expected—no matter what type of energy was used against Little Black, it was merely nutrient for its growth.
After devouring the golden symbols unleashed by the leading Psionic Race warrior, Little Black's size began expanding visibly, its form splitting and growing exponentially.
And this time—
It actively lunged toward its first prey.
Seeing this, Feng Qi confirmed something critical.
The version of himself in this timeline held no special attraction for Little Black.
If this had been his main timeline self, Little Black would have immediately targeted him first.
So, Little Black's true target was either the Narrator, or his main timeline counterpart, who possessed some unique physical trait.
It made sense.
If Little Black had any inclination to hunt him down in this timeline, there was no way his brain would have remained intact for over 1,500 years.
Even inside the Crimson Secret Base, Little Black would have been able to lock onto him and consume him completely.
This realization raised another question.
His previous theory was that Little Black's targets were Miracles, as described by Mu Qing, including Mu Qing herself, Wei Wei, Tian Shu, and others.
Yet Wei Wei had lived to old age and died naturally.
She had never been pursued or devoured by Little Black.
This meant either Wei Wei was not one of Little Black's true targets, or she possessed some method of blocking Little Black's tracking.
There was also one final possibility—Little Black's only true target was him.
But this mystery was impossible to solve with the current information.
Instead of overthinking it, Feng Qi shifted his gaze back to the battle, watching as the fog-like form of Little Black rushed toward the lead Psionic warrior.
Seeing this strange black mist, the Seventh Elder of the Psionic Race was visibly shocked.
The golden characters flickered rapidly in his eyes as he attempted to analyze Little Black's composition.
But no matter how much he examined it, he could not comprehend the true nature of Little Black's existence.
Even more disturbing—the energy he unleashed had zero effect, simply dissolving into nourishment for Little Black's rapid evolution.
"Everyone, attack at once!"
The Seventh Elder bellowed.
The sixteen remaining Psionic warriors immediately stepped forward in unison, channeling their energy into the golden leaves on their foreheads.
A powerful golden radiance erupted.
"Annihilate it!"
At the Seventh Elder's command, the Psionic warriors synchronized their powers, channeling immense golden energy into the Seventh Elder's body.
His golden eyes burned brightly, radiating absolute intensity.
Then, he pointed at Little Black.
A blinding explosion of golden light shot from his fingertips.
Countless golden chains materialized, forming a massive energy web that wrapped tightly around Little Black.
The energy distortion was so intense that the entire space trembled.
The golden chains vibrated, creating fine cracks in the fabric of space, attempting to seal Little Black within.
A surge of Spiritual Energy pressure erupted outward, creating a hurricane-force wind that sent scattered documents flying in every direction.
Watching this, Feng Qi's heart ached.
To him, these documents and research files were treasures, potentially holding countless secrets.
He had painstakingly organized a portion of the chaotic mess, and now this old bastard had ruined everything.
If he had the strength, he would have transformed into his Blood Source Form and personally ripped this old man's heart out.
The golden chains constricted tightly, finally making direct contact with the fog-like Little Black.
But the moment the golden energy touched it—
Countless tiny black holes appeared across the golden chains.
The Psionic Race members, including the Seventh Elder, watched in disbelief as the chains disintegrated, completely absorbed by Little Black.
And in exchange—Little Black's size doubled once more.
"What the hell is this thing!?"
A Psionic warrior behind Seventh Elder gasped in horror.
In just a short exchange, they had already realized the truth.
This strange, ever-changing black mass was completely immune to energy-based attacks.
Not only that—it could devour energy, rapidly growing stronger in the process.
Every failed attack only made it more dangerous.
After analyzing the situation, the Seventh Elder took a deep breath and spoke with grim determination.
"Heisha, use your Rewind ability on it!"
Hearing the command, Heisha stepped forward.
A dark pattern appeared on the edges of his golden forehead leaf.
Watching this, Feng Qi's curiosity piqued.
He had seen Heisha's ability in action before through surveillance footage—it seemed to allow him to replay past events in a given area, manipulating time itself.
But now, it seemed that the Seventh Elder's "Rewind" command indicated that this ability also had combat potential.
Feng Qi didn't dare to rush out of the sealed chamber just yet.
Mu Qing still hadn't arrived, and if he made a reckless move now, he could easily draw the Psionic Race's attention. One wrong step and they could kill him on the spot with a mere flick of their hands.
The safest option was to stay hidden and wait for Mu Qing to come and take him out of this place.
With this in mind, he retreated deeper into the laboratory, trying to put more distance between himself and the battlefield.
He crouched behind a large scientific instrument, peeking out just enough to observe the fight.
At that moment, Heisha's forehead markings flickered ominously.
Suddenly—
Feng Qi felt his body freeze. His head snapped back behind cover against his will, and his body began moving in reverse, as if time itself had rewound.
Even his thoughts slowed down.
In utter disbelief, he saw Little Black begin to emit golden energy, its size shrinking rapidly before it was sealed back inside the metal box.
At the same time, Feng Qi stumbled backward, his movements reversing until he was once again floating in front of the control panel, golden symbols binding his limbs.
"Damn it… Time Rewind?!"
Feng Qi was stunned.
He had already found Heisha's ability—which could replay past events—to be terrifyingly overpowered. But he hadn't expected it to go beyond simulation and actually turn back time.
Watching this unfold, Feng Qi was now certain of one thing—
Heisha's power was tied to a Miracle Item.
A supernatural ability like this wasn't something the Psionic Race should logically be able to possess.
If the Psionic Race truly had such power, they wouldn't have been beaten so badly in the Domain World back then.
This revelation also made him realize—
The Psionic Race was far more complex than he had assumed.
Aside from their Sacred Spirit Consciousness Vault, they must have obtained other Miracle Items along the way.
And now, things were looking really bad for him.
Just as panic crept into his mind, the world around him cracked.
A web of fractures spread across his vision, and then—reality shattered.
A blink later—
Feng Qi found himself back behind the large instrument, right where he had originally hidden.
He wasn't rewound back to the control panel.
That entire time-reversal sequence felt like a dream—but it had been very real.
Not far away—
Heisha's expression darkened as he stared at Little Black.
"Seventh Elder… that thing just broke through my Time Rewind ability and restored the timeline."
As he spoke, golden blood trickled from the corner of his lips.
A fine crack appeared on the golden leaf embedded in his forehead.
Feng Qi didn't know whether this was a side effect of using Time Rewind or a backlash from Little Black breaking the ability apart.
Hearing this, the Seventh Elder looked utterly shocked.
This was the first time he had ever seen a lifeform capable of resisting Time Rewind.
Even some of the strongest specimens stored in the Infinite Laboratory could barely hold their ground against Time Rewind.
Their only defense had been to endure it repeatedly, forcing Heisha into exhaustion.
But this?
This was something else entirely.
Little Black had violently shattered the reversal of time itself.
That had never happened before.
The Seventh Elder's eyes flickered.
His original plan had been to capture Little Black and bring it back as an experimental specimen for the Infinite Laboratory.
But now, it was clear that even their combined efforts couldn't suppress it.
Yet leaving now wasn't an option.
This lab contained critical research related to Mo and Black Shadow's experiments.
Those records were too valuable.
He needed to know what had given Black Shadow the confidence to betray their clan.
As he stared at the approaching Little Black, something clicked in his mind—
During the replay of past events, Black Shadow and that mysterious being had mentioned something called the Black Reaper Project.
And now, it was clear—
This strange black entity before them was the Black Reaper itself.
Little Black lunged forward.
There was no more time to hesitate.
The Seventh Elder shouted:
"Form a sealing array—now!"
His golden forehead leaf shone brightly as energy surged into his hands.
His arms moved in a blur, leaving behind countless golden afterimages as he wove intricate symbols in the air.
The rest of the Psionic warriors, aside from the injured Heisha, also joined in.
In mere moments, hundreds of golden threads crisscrossed the air, following a precise, complex trajectory.
Then—
A massive golden seal materialized, its surface engraved with a warped, cryptic symbol.
Feng Qi's eyes blurred the moment he looked at it.
A piercing headache struck him, his thoughts slowing down.
That symbol…
It reminded him of something Tian Shu had once mentioned—
Divine Script.
Tian Shu had told him that while attempting to integrate Divine Power, he constantly saw countless incomprehensible symbols and words in his mind.
These symbols, which he called Divine Script, were a form of language exclusive to Pillar Gods.
Any ordinary being who tried to understand them would experience searing pain and mental degradation.
It was like a computer running beyond its processing capacity, its system lagging and breaking down.
And if someone forcefully deciphered Divine Script, their head could literally explode on the spot.
Seeing this unfold, Feng Qi immediately realized—
The Psionic Race had clearly been studying Divine Script, and now they were using the power of the Pillar Gods against Little Black.
The golden seal fluctuated like waves in the air, its surface filled with Divine Script facing Little Black.
In an instant, the expanding Little Black was frozen in place, its movement completely halted.
Golden light radiated from the Divine Script, enveloping Little Black in a divine glow.
The effect of the Divine Script didn't seem to be an energy-based attack.
If it were purely energy, Little Black's resistance to energy-based attacks would have rendered it useless. There was no way it could be restrained like this.
Feng Qi narrowed his eyes, watching intently as the Divine Script began to shift and distort.
The characters making up the script were constantly changing, morphing into different symbols every second, never maintaining a fixed shape.
Under the suppression of the Divine Script's power, Little Black could no longer move.
However, Feng Qi quickly noticed that the Psionic Race wasn't faring much better.
The golden symbols in their eyes flickered erratically, and their energy-based bodies began to waver, as if their very existence was unstable.
It seemed that activating the Divine Script was also putting a massive strain on them.
Even so, Feng Qi still didn't dare make a move.
His body was a wreck—his bones were covered in fractures, his right arm and ribs were shattered, and even just running could make him fall apart.
Any attack right now could completely break him down.
He calculated the time.
Mu Qing should be arriving soon.
For now, the safest option was to stay put and wait for her.
As for who would win between the Psionic Race and Little Black?
He didn't even need to think.
Even though this early version of Little Black wasn't nearly as powerful as the one from 1500 years later, it was already terrifying.
The seventeen Psionic warriors could suppress it for now, but there was no way they could keep it contained forever.
Once their energy ran out, they would definitely be devoured by Little Black.
And just as expected—
The frozen Little Black began to move again.
The black mist, composed of Spiritual Energy Nanites, slowly expanded toward the Psionic warriors.
It was adapting to the Divine Script's suppression.
It was no longer being restrained.
The Psionic warriors were stunned.
Especially the Seventh Elder, whose face was now filled with horror.
The Divine Script he had used came from a stone tablet stored in the Infinite Laboratory.
That mysterious stone tablet contained three Divine Script symbols with immensely powerful sealing effects.
Any being exposed to the Divine Script would gradually turn to stone.
For beings composed of energy, their very functions would shut down.
It had taken the Psionic Race years to decipher just three Divine Script symbols.
Even after cracking them, using them was incredibly difficult.
Divine Script was like the laws of nature condensed into written form.
To replicate it, one had to constantly adjust the script's structure, altering it millions of times per second.
Even with the Psionic Race's advanced parsing abilities, trying to copy these scripts was incredibly taxing.
No single individual could do it.
They had to work together, splitting the burden like a network of CPUs processing the script in parallel.
Even when successfully activated, they could only maintain it for a short time before entering a high-load state, which placed tremendous stress on their energy-based bodies.
The Seventh Elder had planned to use the Divine Script to force Little Black into a petrified state, sealing it permanently.
But now, Little Black was adapting.
Realization hit him like a thunderbolt.
For Little Black to move freely under the pressure of the Divine Script, there was only one explanation—
Little Black had already deciphered the script's rules.
What had taken the Psionic Race years to analyze, Little Black had figured out in mere moments.
The Seventh Elder felt a chill run down his spine.
All thoughts of capturing Little Black vanished instantly.
His original goal had been to take all the research data from the sealed lab, along with this mysterious black entity, and transport it to the Infinite Laboratory as a new specimen for study.
But now—
He just wanted to escape.
Absorbing energy to grow…
Resisting Miracle-level time manipulation…
Deciphering Divine Script in seconds…
They had unleashed an uncontrollable monster.
Even if one were powerful, fighting it was pointless.
Its unique traits made it nearly invincible.
The only thing they hadn't tried was physical attacks.
But physical combat wasn't the Psionic Race's strength—they had no expertise in physical-based techniques.
As the Seventh Elder frantically searched for a way to retreat, a streak of jade-colored light suddenly flashed at the entrance of the sealed chamber.
A figure wreathed in jade lightning landed.
The moment her feet touched the ground, the floor cracked apart, and arcs of electricity surged outward.
Mu Qing had arrived.
Her formidable presence radiated outward, a domineering aura sweeping across the battlefield.
Her scarlet eyes locked onto the Psionic warriors, filled with pure killing intent.
From his hiding spot—
Feng Qi immediately jumped out from behind the scientific instrument, waving his hand wildly at Mu Qing.
"Over here!"
The reinforcements had arrived.
It was time to get the hell out.