The Ritual Vessel, or rather Lin Feng's "body," began to move.
Even the widely knowledgeable Duke Dan of Zhou did not know what to do for a moment when he saw the Three-Eyed Man descend.
After the Three-Eyed Man fell from the sky, all the dark clouds above scattered.
In an instant.
Birds sang and flowers scented the air.
The gloom gave way to brightness.
The entire sky was cloudless for ten thousand miles.
It shone like a piece of Amber.
The haze shrouding Mount Qi vanished in an instant, yet this sight, this turn of events, did not put anyone present at ease.
Instead, it brought even greater fear.
Bronze vessels, or more precisely bronze Ritual Vessels, were symbols of "power" to begin with. Only powerful tribes, or even civilizations, could construct enormous bronze vessels. It was much like controlling floods: without a unified government, there was not enough strength to contend with large-scale flooding.
But even in the Shang-Zhou era.
No one had ever seen a humanoid bronze vessel like this. This was already beyond anything "skilled craftsmen" could accomplish.
This was "craftsmanship rivaling nature."
This was a contest with the Force of Nature.
Watching the bronze terracotta figure land and begin to move, an even greater terror arose among them.
Blood-red light shrouded the man whose entire body was covered in patterns. Duke Dan of Zhou did not act. A great many soldiers surrounded him, but their faces were deeply uneasy, and they trembled despite holding Long Ge polearms.
Merely surrounding him had exhausted all their courage. Asking them to step forward?
They did not dare.
The ignorant knew no fear. These soldiers had all taken part in the final Battle of Muye, and even the march on Yindu. They were afraid precisely because they knew.
Bronze.