It was his hand.
Lin Feng's own hand.
There was still a watch on his wrist, the one Brother Chen had given him. Lin Feng watched his own hand reach out of the Purple Miasma, seemingly trying to grab him.
But it missed.
Then a face emerged from within.
It was Lin Feng's own face.
The face tilted its head as it looked at Lin Feng, who was almost down to the ground.
"Lin Feng" opened his mouth, as though about to speak.
The Bronze Pillar suddenly began vibrating violently again.
The eye between Lin Feng's brows turned toward the Bronze Pillar.
Mouth open.
Mouth closed.
Mouth open again.
Mouth closed.
A strong vibration, humming loudly.
A faint vibration.
A strong vibration, humming loudly.
A faint vibration.
There was a pattern.
"Human vocal cords vibrate to produce sound."
"The Bronze Pillar's vibrations are also meant to produce sound."
"The bronze up there is speaking..."
That was the only explanation. When the hand failed to catch Lin Feng, the Purple Miasma promptly transformed into a "funnel" and poured down toward him.
An enormous hand.
All his thoughts and movements took place in an instant. In the next instant, Lin Feng slapped his back, reached behind him, and pulled out the Clay Jar.
He unsealed the Clay Jar.
With Ran Yi Fish bone ash and human ingenuity, he drew it into the Clay Jar.
An immense volume of Purple Miasma was sucked inside.
During this time,
Lin Feng saw many faces belonging to many people appear within the Purple Miasma.
Their mouths were wide open, saying something to him.
But a tragic barrier seemed to stand between them. He could hear nothing. Not a single patch of "Blue Moss" was drawn in; all of it remained outside.
Only the Bronze Pillar kept