Lin Feng began sinking rapidly. The divine resonance of Mount Tai in the cloud register drifted through this place, temporarily suppressing its abnormalities.
The talismanic seals outside were still working.
Even if something went wrong here, it would not amount to much. What troubled Lin Feng was that, on his way up the mountain, apart from the temple along the ascent, he had found no traces left by anyone from later generations who had sealed this place.
That was very strange.
It was like erecting monuments and recording achievements after ancient military campaigns.
If Feng Shui Practitioners, accomplished Daoists, or enlightened monks suppressed something here, they would inevitably leave traces.
Perhaps an inscription on a stele.
Perhaps words carved into Shi's cliff.
They might be warnings, or boasts of their prowess.
Yet there was nothing here. The entire route had been a little too clean.
By now, he should have reached the heart of this rocky mountain, but there was still nothing.
The Ritual Register connected to the Mount Tai mountain range. This time, Lin Feng's Giant Alligator Demon-Subduing Art had not suppressed much. He had merely borrowed the power of the earth veins connected to Mount Tai.
The god of Mount Tai did not reside within Mount Tai. Across successive dynasties, the deity of Mount Tai had received ever more exalted titles, yet rarely appeared. Like the Ghost City of Fengdu, the Mount Tai Yamen appeared only at specific times and places.
Connecting to the earth veins would not incur divine punishment.
That was the conclusion Lin Feng had reached after extensive research. As long as Daoists and Monks did not interfere in these matters,
the chances of a deity intervening were slim.
It was just like Hongzhou.
Whether Hongzhou, the later vegetarian demon worship, the Luo Sect, the