Lin Feng saw where the orchids gathered, but he did not approach rashly. Like the Yin God, the skeleton did not truly exist there.
The skeleton was embedded in a towering Jianmu. That enormous tree appeared to be some kind of Snakewood, ancient and tall.
Its roots were sunk into the void.
He could see that the roots were as thick as a child's arms.
They also resembled the blue veins bulging from muscular arms.
In front of the skeleton embedded in the Snakewood's trunk stood what the Gamalang Elder had described: the true Gamalang, the orchid of wisdom.
Pale blue mist shrouded this South Seas Jianmu.
It created a hazy, fantastical scene.
Lin Feng could see it clearly. The pale blue mist slowly spread toward him, like a thin veil or fluttering butterflies, enveloping all the dead Gamalang tribespeople.
There was no moon that night, but the Gamalang Orchid was itself light.
At the sight, Lin Feng gently lifted the Gamalang Elder beside him, raising the skulls of the successive Gamalang Elders.
He saw wisps of Soulfire fly from the skulls in his hands, becoming strand after strand of souls that settled on the orchids before him.
In that instant, Lin Feng gained an entirely new understanding of what souls were made of.
Those souls flew over and settled in the Snakewood's lush crown.
The mist gradually dispersed, and Lin Feng saw skulls covering the ground, clustered around the Jianmu before him.
Those skulls were like an ocean.
Lin Feng felt nothing frightening about them.
They were vessels for these Indigenous People's knowledge and experiences.
Knowledge that allowed the Gamalang people to survive on this fertile land.
When those luminous souls settled on the orchids, the skeleton finally opened his eyes and saw Lin Feng.
He did not communicate