The Mad King of the Xia Dynasty had inscribed many words on the enormous Bronze Gate.
The meaning of those words was utterly Wilds and absurd.
But one inscription resonated with Lin Feng.
It was that famous declaration: I am the sun.
He no longer compared himself to the sun. He said he was the sun.
I am the sun!
The intense arrogance and derangement, that absolute madness, made Lin Feng's eyes widen.
The five tones of the earth kept flowing and shifting.
I am Lin Feng!
I am not the sun!
I am not Xia Jie!
I am myself!
I am Lin Feng!
His Intent flowed through his body. He was Lin Feng, not the Mad King. He would not let Xia Jie influence him, because if this continued, though he would not become Xia Jie, he would certainly become a brutal "shadow."
He would lose himself and become a madman's shadow!
That was even worse than possession! At least possession would leave him with the Mad King Xia Jie's old memories. Becoming a shadow would leave him with nothing but the feelings of that moment!
A madman's feelings. An invincible conceit.
Lin Feng touched the Bronze Gate.
This was an opportunity. Lin Feng reached out. He knew pushing it would produce a result, but reaching out would also bring danger. He would come into contact with "Intent."
He did not need to recognize the wildly sweeping characters before him. From those words alone, Lin Feng could feel what Xia Jie had felt while writing them!
A hysterical madness!
His outstretched hand touched the gate!
He pushed hard!
A shrill screaming began to rise from Lin Feng's body!
An excruciating pain!
It pierced straight into Lin Feng's soul. Vast quantities of Heavenly Fire backfired, as though the Haunted Village