Yun Lintian's divine sense exploded outward, scanning the ruins. His brows furrowed deeper with each discovery.
"This... isn't the Ruins of Forgotten Time."
The geography had changed beyond recognition.
On the eastern side, where the lush Garden of Lost Souls once stood—now a barren wasteland of cracked earth.
The Mirror Lake that reflected countless realms—reduced to a dry basin.
The bottomless Abyssal Canyon—filled in, leaving only small hills.
Such transformations didn't happen in mere centuries. This spoke of millennia passing—of continents shifting, climates changing, entire ecosystems vanishing.
"Linlin... Qingqing... Long Qingxuan..."
Their names burned in his chest. Had they survived? Were they searching for him?
Without hesitation, Yun Lintian summoned the Gate of Beyond Heaven—
Nothing.
The spatial artifact that had always obeyed him remained dormant. He tried again, pouring more power—
Crack!
