Boom!
The moment the crimson giant hand pierced through the sky and slammed down, the spiritual energy of the entire Junwu Continent began to boil.
Countless spatial rifts raged and spread across the sky, each rift emanating unique scarlet lightning and containing the aura of a Heavenly Origin Realm expert.
Click!
Meanwhile, the patterns on the surface of the sundial began to crack layer by layer, and the gilded sundial groaned in its death throes under the pressure of the giant hand.
At this critical moment, a dazzling light shot into the sky from the ancestral hall of the Lin family's Tianyuan, instantly illuminating the entire blood-red sky.
Amidst the light, a phantom figure slowly emerged. He wore a simple blue robe, its hem fluttering, and exuded an otherworldly aura, as if he were one with the entire world.
The mere ripples created by the drooping hem of the robe caused the vast sea of clouds to be instantly crushed, turning into countless water droplets that dissipated into the air.
Junwu Tianzun, the owner of the Canglan Minghai Dharma Image, ranked 20th among the 199 levels of saintly Dharma Images!
The giant blood-red hand froze in mid-air the moment this figure appeared, unable to fall any further.
"Senior Xugu, this matter is my elder brother's fault. Please forgive me and calm down for now."
Junwu Tianzun's voice seemed to come from the heavens above, carrying the weight and peace of time, neither humble nor arrogant.
He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the layers of blood mist to the illusory figure hidden behind him. His eyes showed no fear, as calm as a bottomless abyss.
"Today, my Lin family acted rashly and offended the ancestral land of your continent. It was due to my lack of discipline. However, for you to go to such lengths, directly attacking my Lin family and even endangering our precious treasure, the Time-Tracing Sundial, is rather against the rules."
"Today, I, Junwu, am here to apologize to you on behalf of my elder brother."
As he spoke, Junwu Tianzun bowed slightly, performing a junior's greeting, his attitude humble yet dignified. "But if Senior insists on making this matter a big deal, then I, Junwu, will not back down an inch. Although I am merely a wisp of a soul, Senior's true body doesn't seem to be on the Ancient Ruins Continent, does it?"
These words resonated powerfully, echoing throughout the heavens and earth, stirring up ripples of spiritual energy. The surrounding spatial rifts were also shaken by these words; the previously rampant crimson lightning gradually subsided, and the rifts began to heal once more.
The illusory figure in the crimson void remained silent for a moment before letting out a cold snort:
"Junwu, you certainly know how to talk. I'll let this matter drop for now, out of respect for you. But you'd better keep your Lin family in check. If there's a next time, I, Xugu, will show no mercy!"
As the conversation ended, the blood-red light in the sky gradually dissipated, and the giant blood-red hand that had been suspended in mid-air slowly disappeared.
The spiritual energy of Junwu Continent finally returned to its former tranquility. The lingering soul of Junwu Heavenly Venerable glanced deeply at the direction of the Lin family mansion, then vanished in a flash of light, leaving only the gradually clearing sky and the still shaken Lin family members.
However, just as the lingering image of Junwu Tianzun's soul dissipated, a magnificent and majestic voice came from the depths of the Yulin family's ancestral hall, echoing throughout the entire Lin family:
"Brother, because of your reckless actions, the Lin family has committed a great calamity, almost triggering a war on the continent. You are hereby sentenced to a hundred years of imprisonment to reflect on your mistakes in prison!"
Although the voice sounded peaceful, it was like a great bell, making everyone's eardrums ache. Every word carried the power of the Heavenly Yuan.
"From this day forward, all members of the Lin family whose cultivation has reached the level of a Saint are forbidden from leaving the house. This ban will remain in effect until we return!"
The final voice was devoid of emotion, like a cold judgment, announcing the punishment for the Lin family.
Lin Yuxiao's face was ashen. He knelt on both knees and kowtowed towards the direction of the Ancestral Hall. His voice trembled, yet it carried a hint of resentment.
"Yu Xiao accepts the punishment."
Then, escorted by the clan elders, he walked toward the prison that symbolized confinement.
Inside the prison, a decaying and oppressive atmosphere permeated the air. The moment Lin Yuxiao stepped into the prison, he caught a glimpse of the ancient spirit tree in the distance, a symbol of the Lin family's prosperity. But now, in his eyes, it was full of signs of decay.
Just then, he slightly turned his body and, with an extremely discreet movement, nodded to an old man who was waiting in the shadows.
This old man was a trusted confidant whom he had secretly cultivated for many years. His cultivation level as a ninth-grade saint was extremely outstanding even within the saint realm of the Lin family. The old man understood and nodded slightly before quietly disappearing into the crowd.
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Little did Qin Luo know that a continent-level confrontation was almost completely ignited because of him.
When he arrived at the place where the two women were, Nuantang's figure was the first to catch his eye. She had her back to Yue Lishan, and her body was trembling slightly, as if she could not bear to look at her.
Not far behind Nuantang, the corpse of Jiao Mengyan lay on the ground. The once charming and lively mermaid girl was now a bloody mess, unrecognizable.
Beneath her tattered clothes were shocking wounds, the blood long since dried, staining her body with a glaring dark red.
His eyes were wide open, empty and lifeless, as if still holding onto the fear and resentment he felt before his death. His long, seaweed-like hair was scattered messily, covered in dirt and blood.
Yue Lishan knelt beside Jiao Mengyan's corpse, exuding a complex aura, a mixture of relief after revenge and a hint of bewilderment.
Her hands were stained with blood, and dried tear tracks etched the marks of hatred onto her cheeks. Hearing Qin Luo's footsteps, she looked up, her eyes filled with an almost manic pleasure.
Upon seeing Qin Luo, Yue Lishan immediately knelt and crawled to his side, her voice trembling yet filled with boundless gratitude:
“My lord, if it weren’t for you, I would never have had the chance to avenge my enemy in this lifetime. I will remember this kindness forever. If you don’t mind, I am willing to follow you even at the cost of my life!”
After saying that, her shapely body leaned forward, her forehead hitting the ground heavily, her somewhat sickly face still immersed in the afterglow of revenge.
Nuantang stood timidly to the side, her eyes filled with guilt.
She opened her mouth, wanting to call out "Brother Qin" affectionately as before, but Qin Luo's resolute tone still echoed in her ears, and those hurtful words stood between her and Qin Luo.
In the end, she swallowed those three words back, and looked at Qin Luo with an almost pleading gaze, as if waiting for his rebuke or forgiveness.
Looking at Yue Lishan kneeling on the ground, Qin Luo remained indifferent, just about to say something.
But at that moment, the ancestral pool began to tremble without warning, the space where Qin Luo was located began to collapse completely, and the blood color became increasingly thick.
As the scene before them rapidly changed, when their vision cleared again, all they saw was a vast, surging, blood-red ocean.
A strong smell of blood assaulted my senses, a pungent, sweet odor mixed with the stench of decay, making me want to vomit.
The surrounding area was filled with the skeletons of various mythical beasts, and the sight was chilling.
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