Zhong and Li.
The two great shamans who followed Zhuanxu were also the strongest shamans beneath him. The two of them had even become a Clan.
They were what the Clan relied upon.
Zhong had double pupils in his eyes and could see all things clearly—or so it was said for now. Li had a different ability. As he approached, the remaining darkness seemed ready to spread across the earth, and the light around him dimmed.
A chill enveloped the place.
It wrapped up the entire earth and swallowed it.
Stretching it into long shadows.
Even in the current weather, he wore a black robe.
Such smooth silk.
It could not be produced until the Han Dynasty.
In other words, what he wore might not have been silk—because it could not yet be made. It might have been something with a texture similar to silk.
His entire being existed in a state of being here and yet not being here.
This was the consequence of drawing too close to "nature."
Interwoven with "nature," he had become what Lin Feng called "Pseudonatural." Zhuanxu told Li to follow beside him and continued walking into the distance. The two spoke.
But those outside could not hear what they were saying.
A mass of darkness enveloped them.
This darkness was also different from Lin Feng's Haunted Village.
This "nature" of his ought to have belonged to another kind of information, as though Li had torn a piece off the darkness.
This involved more than just space and time.
It could only mean one thing.
"Nighttime," or "night," was also a "natural" phenomenon. Li told Zhuanxu, "Recently, the awakening times of all forms of 'nature' have moved much earlier. It's also possible that all the forms of 'nature' from the same period have awakened together.