Inside the smooth Shi coffin, Lin Feng could see only the pillar before him, reaching from earth to heaven. Everything else had vanished.
Looking at the pillar, he felt as though he were seeing a Jianmu.
"The sound caused the surroundings to change."
The sound emitted by this cast-bronze structure altered the scenery around it.
This was nothing short of a Creator's power.
Anyone who learned this would be a true immortal.
It was the magic of ancient myths: Turn Illusory into Real, conjuring something from nothing.
For "nature," this posed no difficulty.
Lin Feng knew the difference between a quip and a fact. This was not the effect of Yin-Shang's curse. The Divine Kingdom above and the human kingdom below complemented each other. If the Shang Dynasty's gods had truly possessed such potent curses, these Copper Pillars would never have survived. Yet he knew that, even now, people who came near this place seldom fared well.
That proved the gods still had a good eye!
The Bronze Pillar remained. Sensing the fluctuations around him, Lin Feng knew another tremor might strike at any moment.
There was no pattern to follow.
The Bronze Pillar was a "Source Seed."
"Then what is this Blue Moss?"
Lin Feng asked the "Temple Keeper."
He did not spell it out.
By the time the Iron-Crowned Daoist arrived, others had already been here: the Qiang People and the Di People. The Di People had come first, followed by the Qiang People.
Both tribes had positions similar to shamans.
They had received "heavenly Qi."
Whether this was because they had taken hallucinogenic potions was unclear. Lin Feng did not know whether shamans had been the first to discover hallucinogens, but some—and the emphasis was on some—took potions much as others took Five-Stone Powder, entering a state