Buddy, steady. You have to stay steady.
Lin Feng began trying to hypnotize himself over and over, but it did little good. He did not even know which period of history he was in.
More importantly, the ground beneath his feet kept collapsing into emptiness.
"Heavenly Fire" was the source of his consciousness, the source that kept him lucid. Without "Heavenly Fire," Lin Feng would sink into a muddled stupor.
But if he kept using "Heavenly Fire," it would burn this place away.
He had figured it out.
This stretch of history could not bear nature.
"No, I have to get out of this stretch of history."
Lin Feng knew that staying here meant courting death. He had to get out of this stretch of history.
Out of someone else's memories.
"The staff, the staff, the staff."
Lin Feng could only begin moving in that direction.
He remembered that his staff, his Life-Bound Artifact, had been left on Mount Tai, transformed into one of its trees. He wanted to find his Life-Bound Artifact and use the staff as an anchor to draw himself across. Whatever else happened, the point in time he belonged to was fixed. It could be anchored.
Besides, "Heavenly Fire" would not burn away the history he belonged to.
Stability.
Stability came before everything.
Calming his mind, Lin Feng thought of nothing and paid attention to nothing. He simply closed his eyes.
He began searching single-mindedly for his Life-Bound Artifact.
Whether in time or space, as long as he could find an anchoring point, he would not lose himself in the depths of history.
And Lin Feng knew very well that Mount Tai remained a mysterious place.
Whether it was the Mount Tai God of earlier times or the later pantheons, Mount Tai played a pivotal role.