"Shuo'er... how could he...?"

The voice was low and hoarse, filled with undisguised grief and anger. Lin Yuxiao never imagined that his only son would suddenly pass away.

At this moment, a man dressed in black rushed over, knelt on one knee, and lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Lin Yuxiao's murderous gaze.

He said cautiously:

“Patriarch, we only just learned that the young master sneaked out. According to the message from his guardian saint a month ago, the last place the young master was seen was on the Ancient Ruins Continent.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuxiao's aura grew even colder. In that instant, he could no longer endure the torment in his heart, nor could he wait to investigate the truth step by step. Only one thought occupied his mind:

He wanted to see with his own eyes what his son had gone through!

Buzz!

A deep, muffled bang shattered the surrounding silence.

Lin Yuxiao suddenly raised his hand, and a surge of spiritual energy containing boundless power shot into the sky, piercing through the clouds.

As this spiritual energy was released, the entire Lin family was shaken, and the weather changed dramatically.

Above the majestic Lin family mansion, space was torn open, and an ancient light slowly emerged. Within the light, a massive bronze disc slowly rotated out—one of the Lin family's sacred artifacts, the Time-Tracing Sundial!

The surface of the sundial is covered with obscure patterns of light, which shimmer with a dim glow, as if telling the story of endless ages. Each turn of the pointer causes fluctuations in the surrounding spacetime, breaking down the boundaries between past, present, and future.

Lin Yuxiao flashed and instantly appeared next to the Time-Traveling Sundial.

"I must find out who dares to be so bold as to hurt my Shuo'er!"

After saying that, Lin Yuxiao took a deep breath and placed the cracked Lin Shuo Soul Tablet in his hand onto the Time-Tracing Sundial without hesitation.

As Lin Shuo's soul tablet came into contact with the Time-Tracing Sundial, a dazzling light burst forth from the center of the Time-Tracing Sundial, and the surrounding spacetime was wantonly distorted, with chaotic spiritual energy spreading outwards continuously.

Amidst the light, images appeared and disappeared, gradually piecing together the blurry scene within the ancestral pool.

Lin Yuxiao's eyes widened as he stared intently at the images.

However, at that moment, something unexpected happened. The sky suddenly turned red.

Immediately afterwards, an enormous, blood-red hand emerged from the sky filled with crimson light and struck directly at the image appearing on the time-traveling sundial.

With a deafening roar, the heavens and earth trembled, and the image was instantly shattered, turning into countless specks of light that dissipated into the air.

Lin Yuxiao was forced back by the powerful impact, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. But then he suddenly remembered something, and the anger on his face vanished instantly.

"Void...Void Ancient Celestial Venerable!"

As his resounding voice rang out, a cold and intimidating voice rolled in from the sky:

"Junwu's territory? What, does your Lin family want to start a war with my Ancient Ruins Continent? How dare you covet our ancestral land of demon beasts? Do you really think there's no one on my Ancient Ruins Continent to bully us?"