He slowly reached out, his movement gentle and cautious, and lightly touched the rough, weathered trunk of the Fusang Tree. The moment his fingertips made contact with the bark, a wave of warmth surged through his entire body like a rushing tide, as if a gentle, nourishing stream was flowing happily within him. At that very moment, the leaves of the Fusang Tree began to rustle. The sound, initially soothing, grew more rapid and distinct, as though it were eagerly whispering some ancient and mysterious story to him—a story deeply sealed away by the passage of time, waiting to be heard and deciphered by someone who cared.
Lin Feng gently closed his eyes, casting away all distracting thoughts from his mind, and devoted his entire focus to listening to this voice from the distant past. Gradually, ancient scrolls seemed to slowly unfurl in his mind, revealing a series of breathtaking primordial scenes. There was the heroic figure of Pangu God splitting heaven and earth; every swing of his Axe carried earth-shaking power, seemingly imbued with the resolute determination and endless strength to create a world. There was the chaotic landscape when heaven and earth had just separated, before all things had taken shape, filled with unknowns and infinite possibilities like an unexplored, mysterious realm waiting for life to be nurtured and discovered.
Suddenly, as if struck by an invisible current, Lin Feng snapped out of his wondrous vision, and a strong sense of being closely watche…
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