Lin Feng had summoned the Uncanny, and the Uncanny had brought Lin Feng here.
Intonations that no one could make out.
Words with ambiguous meanings.
Chanting in a strange cadence.
This was part of a sacrificial rite.
Lin Feng did not know where he had been sent. He only heard the voice constantly sounding beside his ears, a tone that had existed since time immemorial.
Later, people had imbued it with power, turning it into music, into ceremonial melodies, into the Sacrificial Chant.
The Soaring Serpent Pattern appeared on Lin Feng's body, and Heavenly Fire flickered within it.
Something kept seeping into a huge eyeball. Amid the ceremonial melodies, the Altar began to burn fiercely.
But the problem was this.
There was no chief officiant.
The entire rite lacked a chief officiant. Lin Feng's body was still turning to Shi. This was a form of protection; this stone skin was protecting him.
Perhaps it was protecting itself, too.
An aura of destruction gradually seeped from the huge eyeball. This was the seal left by the One-Eye Country, a desperate measure. They had no way to properly destroy this thing, nor did they dare let the past glimpsed within it manifest in reality.
What would happen if those scenes appeared?
They did not know. It was precisely that uncertainty that bred fear.
At this moment, all these powers blended together.
They appeared within this spirit of nature and began to intertwine.
This was a collision of several intelligences.
The Bronze Gate represented the power of nature that a King of the Xia Dynasty had once sought to glimpse, and had successfully created.
It was one of the greatest attempts in human Historian.
It was the earliest act of humans imitating nature that Lin Feng could observe.
Even earlier attempts to become