The scene seemed unchanged since time immemorial.
It was the most primitive form of worship: kneeling, pressing both hands before one's eyes, exposing countless "vulnerabilities" to show submission and acceptance of another's control.
The question was, what controlled this Corpse Woman?
Was it this door?
Who knew how many years this uncanny scene had persisted? Lin Feng glanced toward the door.
It was shut tight, and the entire door was quite "extraordinary." It was a stone door, excavated from a rock face.
With enough patient effort, Lin Feng could now dig out a section of mountainside with a door like this without much trouble.
But who had excavated this door?
Why?
His gaze returned to the "Lady of Sanxingdui" made of insect jade. She held an utterly conventional "kneeling posture," but just as Lin Feng glanced at the great door—
She moved.
Lin Feng was certain "she" had not moved, yet she had indeed "moved."
It was a contradictory description, but an accurate one.
Lin Feng saw her head turn slightly toward him. Yet he would not make such a mistake. His mind was clear; he could not have seen it wrong.
Her head had definitely turned.
Yet he was certain she had not moved because both his "Spirituality" and his "consciousness" told him she had not.
Normally, the naked eye was less reliable than observation through "Intent," but now Lin Feng could not be sure.
If he had seen it wrong—
Then the situation was even more serious.
It meant the source of hallucinations here exceeded anything he had imagined.
He was in danger.
Neither possibility was good.
And in that brief moment when he turned his head—
The reason she was called the "Mother of All Things" revealed itself.
Lin Feng saw a "black deity statue" emerge from