"Fuxi."
Two places, two times, yet both bore traces left by the same man.
That man was Fuxi.
Lin Feng's intent—or, more precisely, the intent of Lin Feng that was with "Zhuanxu"—was taking in "Zhuanxu's" explanation.
Lin Feng had called himself a student, and Zhuanxu truly treated him as one.
Amid the bizarre, dazzling "nature," he led Lin Feng along a path.
Holding on to "Shi," Lin Feng could no longer tell where he was.
The "Flame" around Lin Feng had been suppressed almost beyond recognition.
Under these circumstances.
Even Lin Feng's consciousness began to blur. Phantoms were everywhere, and he could not tell whether they were traces left by time or by something else. Reality and illusion were becoming indistinguishable.
All this "nature" had gathered together.
Its force was simply too overwhelming.
Even with "Zhuanxu" beside him, shielding them from some of that nature.
He could not withstand a scene like this.
Amid these hazy illusions, "neither asleep nor awake, neither believing nor disbelieving."
"Zhuanxu's" words nevertheless burrowed into his heart.
He heard them with perfect clarity.
Along this path, Lin Feng saw many things resembling Spider Silk, binding all this "nature" together. In his hallucinations, the strands seemed alive. More precisely, within them lurked an enormous spider, hunting all things.
It was the very essence of "hunting."
Manifested in the form of a "spider."
"Look. This is why so much nature is here."
"Zhuanxu" pointed beyond the nature, at the writhing Spider Silk enveloping it, and said, "A magnificent innovation. I found only the faintest possibility in the many accounts handed down, but those things were merely possibilities, not certainties.
"Only seeing it with my own eyes could establish whether it was real. Now that I have seen this thing myself, I know my information came from a