Imitation was an instinct of living creatures.
But Lin Feng felt it was somewhat misleading to call this Blood-and-Flesh Sacrificial Bell a living creature.
It was more like the product of a compromise.
Human lives were short compared with bronze—if bronze had life, then it was understandable that someone, driven by desperation, might want to turn themselves into bronze.
But from what he could see, this invention still had some flaws.
Lin Feng tilted his head back to look at the face. After turning into his likeness, it did nothing else.
It possessed only biological instincts.
Its capacity for thought was limited.
Lin Feng could also tell that, because of its body, it was fundamentally different from a human.
He did not believe those gnarled, blood-vessel-like branches could supply it with all sorts of hormones, allowing it to possess richer emotions and truly become like him.
In fact, judging by how the First Emperor of Qin, Emperor Wu of Han, Emperor Taizong of Tang, and others had pursued longevity only to fail in the end,
they either had never found such a Longevity Method, or had found it and ultimately abandoned it.
The side effects outweighed the lure of immortality, to the point that even emperors refused to try it.
The Blood-and-Flesh Sacrificial Bell before him merely kept itself from dying.
"An ancient version of 'the flesh is weak, ascend through machinery'?
"But it must have failed. If it hadn't, they wouldn't have waited until after the Heavenly Court disappeared to emerge and try to secure a legitimate place among these Daoists.
"Somewhat similar to the ancestral shrine, but completely different..."
Wait.
At that thought, Lin Feng straightened up and put away the Blood-and-Flesh Sacrificial Bell.
"Bronze vessels, living humans, bronze vessels becoming flesh?"
Lin Feng suddenly recalled the bronze