Lin Feng couldn't quite work out what era this Nuo Village belonged to.
But there was one thing he could say with absolute certainty.
This was not the present-day Nuo Village.
He had investigated the present-day Nuo Village. It had neither stilt houses nor Nuo Opera performances on this scale. Like so many hometowns people could no longer return to, it had long since been hollowed out, with only elderly people left in the village.
The young people had gone away to work.
The women had taken their children to the county town for school.
The entire village had emptied out.
It could no longer organize a Nuo Opera performance of this size.
Besides, its residents lived in ordinary red-brick and concrete houses.
Was this Nuo Village at some point in history, or a Nuo Village in another dimension?
The Nuo Opera performers he saw here were all wearing costumes.
Costumes gave no indication of the era.
Unable to determine the time period, he sent the "Seven Warlords of the King of the Sea" drifting into the Nuo temple before him. In an instant, Lin Feng saw what was inside.
Densely packed Nuo Masks, enshrined there as objects of worship.
Those Nuo Masks came in all varieties.
Civil.
Martial.
Kind.
Fierce.
Every Nuo Mask was filled with artistry, embodying the lifetime's work of its carver.
Even Lin Feng couldn't help shaking his head in wonder at the sight of them.
True art.
Every face seemed alive.
Lifelike.
Almost every face was staring at a jar.
All the completed Nuo Masks had been enshrined in this Nuo temple.
They maintained a state of "suppression." But so much time had passed that many of the Nuo masks had lost their spiritual essence.
With that trace of spirit gone, the Nuo Masks were