The Soaring Serpent governed terror.
It was a baleful deity.
More importantly, this Soaring Serpent's appearance was very likely genuine—the true form of the Soaring Serpent the Historian had seen in history.
So, in theory,
this Soaring Serpent could come alive.
Before it came alive, this was a spell governed primarily by "intent."
The earliest Historian had not chosen to become heavenly fire.
He had chosen another path.
Severance and integration.
He had built a margin of safety into himself, and when that buffer ran low,
he would sever the part of himself contaminated by encountering natural phenomena and integrate it into the "heavenly fire."
Eventually, he had seen the Soaring Serpent in history.
The entire Flame had been contaminated.
It had taken the shape of the Soaring Serpent.
The Soaring Serpent raised its head and stared at the Grand Coachman.
Lin Feng also watched the Grand Coachman, who had served the Zhou Dynasty and utterly loathed the Soaring Serpent.
"Ask whatever you want to ask."
The Grand Coachman wore a gold-thread jade suit, with only his hands exposed.
It seemed he had entered the nether soil by "returning from the dead."
A shroud also covered him.
That shroud had long since rotted.
A suspicious stench kept wafting from it.
But Lin Feng did not dare underestimate the shroud covering the old man. It was an Ascension Shroud laid over the dead.
Lin Feng had seen Ascension Shrouds from the Han Dynasty.
But he had never seen one from the Zhou Dynasty.
The blackened stains had long since obscured its original appearance.
This Grand Coachman of the Zhou Dynasty was now a kind of "pseudonatural" entity.
He sat on a rotting coffin, covered by his shroud and concealed in darkness.
Even Lin Feng could not make out what he looked