The bizarre, dazzling space had become dangerously layered, with scenes nested within scenes. In them, Lin Feng saw Di Fa and himself on the other side, greeting them.
Looking at himself in the Mirror, Lin Feng felt utterly clearheaded.
"That person isn't me."
He stared at himself in the Mirror. Three of them had come down, but on the other side, only two had returned.
Fangxiangshi was missing.
At the sight, Fangxiangshi's expression grew grim.
The people on both sides had seen one another and were watching each other, but no one greeted anyone. Those figures gradually disappeared into another mirrored surface.
There was no telling where they had gone.
Di Fa pulled his son forward. This was a magnificent memory, magnificent because everything here was a rule—a beautiful rule. Someone here had forcibly gathered and organized things without order, drawing a rule out of them.
That was beauty.
By now, Lin Feng should have realized what this place was.
Di Fa also told the two behind him where they were.
"This is where the Yellow Emperor arrived at his understanding of the world on his own."
This could be considered the Yellow Emperor's study.
The Three Mounds and the Five Canons.
The oldest texts, recording the sages of the Tribal Era's interpretations of what they had seen and contemplated.
In the Tribal Era, Shamans and Kings shared the same origins, so the words they recorded were very likely their understanding of nature.
This was indeed a secret place.
Within some fragments resembling mirrors of time were inexplicable things. The first to appear before them was an indescribable mass not far away.
It was a mass of rain.
A mass of rainwater, constantly floating and shifting, with a damp presence trying to escape from nearby.
Even these spatial mirrors could