The Watcher Formation grew ever brighter as the three Anchor Stones resonated. Golden, deep blue, and silver-white light intertwined into intricate rune patterns, forming an enormous array a hundred meters across on the ground of Aurora Island. Every beam carried the will the Watchers had left behind a thousand years ago, as though recounting that earth-shaking battle to seal their enemy.
"Lin Ye, are you ready?" Claire used the last of her strength to maintain the island's protective barrier, her face as pale as paper. "As one of the Awakened Ones of the Watcher Bloodline, you must be the first to enter the formation's core."
Lin Ye took a deep breath as he gazed at the formation radiating sacred light before him. He could feel the ancient power stirring within him, as though countless generations of ancestors were urging him forward.
"I'm ready." He nodded firmly and walked toward the center of the formation, one step at a time.
The instant Lin Ye's feet crossed the edge of the formation, the entire pattern erupted with blinding light. The three Anchor Stones began to rise slowly, arranging themselves in a triangle in the air, each radiating a brilliance more intense than ever before.
"Aah!" Lin Ye cried out in agony, his body feeling as though an invisible force were tearing it apart.
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 ocean of memories.
Scenes from a thousand years ago flooded his mind.
He saw the ancient world-a dazzling civilization where magic and technology coexisted. Enormous floating cities soared among the clouds, magical towers dotted the land like stars,