Ah, the young lady was gone.
Lin Feng rubbed his face and decided to show the way.
Time to take stock of his gains.
He stretched out his hand. It couldn't change shape.
He hadn't brought back the ability to reshape bronze vessels at will.
That shapeshifting ability was something he'd acquired after killing and eating the offspring of "Old Mother of Mount Li."
Devouring them hadn't come without a price.
Eat too many, and the mastermind behind "Old Mother of Mount Li" would eat him.
He would become part of a collective consciousness.
But he had seen the [da] tone very clearly through “Intent.” It was a tone for invoking blessings and warding off calamity.
That thing had no side effects.
When used by Shamans, it involved holding millet in their hands, wetting it, and scattering the water while making the sound. Like a spirit-invoking dance, they sprinkled the water over corpses and living people alike.
They prayed for disasters to stay away and for favorable weather.
Among Land Gods, this sound was used for fighting. They applied a layer of armor to themselves in advance, preventing them from getting overwhelmed in battle. It was effectively putting on a suit of heavy armor.
Both uses were practical.
Of the Land God's Six Tones, Lin Feng had acquired four.
He had both offense and defense.
Clearly, a Land God who possessed all six tones could never be some kindly old man.
The remaining two might fill in the gaps in a warrior's abilities. All these methods wielded by a Land God were born for warfare.
He was a messenger who took souls to the Underworld.
He was also a savage beast that marked out his territory and bore responsibility for defending it.
More likely still, he was an armed warrior,