Only when Lin Feng considered that possibility did he understand what fear meant.
Only then did he understand why he should be afraid.
Because it overturned everything he knew.
Based on what he had learned, history was simply history. When he discovered that history could be anchored, he was stunned, as though history itself were alive.
Even so, Lin Feng had quickly learned and reacted, doing his best to adapt to all of this, and he had adapted reasonably well.
What was history?
Was it countless coincidences becoming inevitabilities, stories between people, scenes recorded by someone?
Was it time, the stories that unfolded within time, or something else entirely?
Whatever it was, it consisted of things that had once happened.
History that was past, anchored, observable, and recorded.
If there were no people in this story, would history still happen?
Yes. Everything that happened in history would still happen.
Time would continue to pass.
Events would continue to collide.
Everything would continue to happen.
Until another recorder appeared.
Just as in the tribal age. The tribal age, the age of the Ancients, had been labeled mythology or given other classifications, but history still existed. There really had been people fighting floods, and there really had been people struggling to survive.
These were things that had actually happened.
This was history.
Regardless of what that recorder was, Lin Feng now realized with a chill that something was wrong. History was far too fragile.
The history of antiquity was actually supported by a single face, the face of "Cangjie."
How staggering was that!
How terrifying!
If past history was supported by a face, what about now? What supported that face now?
Was it still intact?
A flood of thoughts spread like ripples, just a few at first, then more and more, more