The phantom and Lin Feng met each other's eyes.
His "Intent" invaded Lin Feng's mind.
The game began flooding the screen again.
But none of that mattered anymore.
Lin Feng held fast to his own "Intent," ensuring that "I am me," so that the influx of someone else's "Intent" would not replace the person beneath his skin.
Many deities had condensed "Intent." If they failed to contain it properly, a single glance could leave an ordinary person "possessed."
Their mind would collapse.
They would become a puppet.
A vast torrent of information crashed into Lin Feng's brain.
Lin Feng forcibly collected himself.
He saw lush mountains and forests, brimming with vigorous life.
It was still Heaven-Bearing Temple, here in this same place.
But the great river of that era was different from the one here now.
Enormous shapes loomed in and out of sight in the Yellow River. Yellow River elephants lived alongside rhinoceroses and tigers. Even the sky teemed with ancient creatures. Bronze war Ches traveled through the landscape, intimidating the surrounding beasts into stillness.
The man seated on the bronze Che wore a hemp robe.
His entire being exuded an "Intent" of "suffering."
A large contingent of armored soldiers surrounded him, with the Grand Diviner among them. The Grand Diviner performed Divination ceaselessly, consuming untold years of his life.
The Grand Diviner exhausted his lifespan through Divination and died.
Another "candidate Grand Diviner" naturally stepped forward to take over his predecessor's work. They died in silence, and someone carefully gathered their bodies. The man steeped in sorrow sat nearby without a word.
He scorched a Tortoiseshell with mugwort. The shell cracked, revealing one path within, while they were traveling toward another.
This sorrowful old man was also in poor physical condition, but it was not the deterioration of