The Watchers Formation grew ever brighter under the resonance of the three Anchor Stones. Golden, deep blue, and silver-white light intertwined into intricate runic patterns, forming a massive hundred-meter-wide formation across Aurora Island. Every ray contained the will left behind by the Watchers a thousand years ago, as if recounting that earth-shattering Sealing War.
"Lin Ye, are you ready?" Claire used the last of her strength to maintain the island's protective barrier, her face pale as paper. "As an Awakened One of the Watcher Bloodline, you must be the first to enter the formation's core."
Lin Ye drew a deep breath and gazed at the formation radiating holy light before him. He could feel the ancient power within him stirring restlessly, as though generations of ancestors were urging him onward.
"I'm ready." He nodded firmly and walked step by step toward the center of the formation.
The instant Lin Ye's feet crossed the edge of the formation, the entire pattern erupted in blinding light. The three Anchor Stones slowly rose into the air, forming a triangular arrangement, each radiating an unprecedentedly intense brilliance.
"Ah—!" Lin Ye cried out in agony, his body seemingly torn apart by an invisible force.
The bloodline resonance was more painful than anyone had imagined. It was not merely physical torment, but a tempering of the soul itself. As the bloodline of the Ancient Watchers fully awakened, Lin Ye felt his consciousness dragged into a boundless sea of memories.
Scenes from a thousand years ago surged into his mind like a tide.
He saw the ancient world—a brilliant civilization where magic and technology coexisted. Massive floating cities soared through the clouds, star-like magic towers adorned the land, and every race lived in harmony as they built a beautiful future together.
But all of it was utterly