Something Lin Feng knew nothing about must have happened on this little stone mountain.
Whether it involved the Yin-Shang elite who had fled here during the Rebellion of the Nine Generations.
Or the Remnants of the Queen Mother of the West who had died of the "Plague."
The whole affair involved many secrets.
"These Iron-Crowned Daoists weren't simply Daoists. They were a combination of Daoists and Fangshi. They originally practiced 'Earth-Lung Elixir Cultivation,' and they also had ties to Master Yang.
They found this place through certain methods."
Lin Feng had also investigated Master Yang, Yang Jipin.
The succession of Master Yang's tradition was a tangled mess.
In short, it "jumped back and forth."
The grandmaster came after the disciple, while the disciple lived before the master. The chronology of the entire Dharma Lineage was somewhat confused. What seemed inconceivable to others looked perfectly normal to Lin Feng.
If they had touched upon the domain of time.
Many things would turn out this way.
The darkness grew ever more intense.
Anything people could not cure, anything that affected the flesh and could kill, was called an illness.
Rapid Illness.
Chronic Illness.
Acute Disease.
Terminal Disease.
For the moment, Lin Feng could not work out what this was either. This illness seemed to originate from the "trees." Everyone with a "tree" on their body had fallen victim to it this time. It did not look much like the work of germs.
It was something even harder to comprehend.
Once again, that incomprehensible thing that bewitched people's hearts began seeping into their souls.
Unease began to run rampant.
Lin Feng sensed "fear" in the Bashé before him.
Fear was one of an animal's instincts.
Even though Lin Feng's [Net of Luo] had temporarily ensnared and controlled the Bashé, its terror remained alarming.