The moment sunlight pierced through the floor-to-ceiling window, the parchment in Lin Mo’s hand suddenly turned transparent. The ancestral lines, drawn in special ink, ignited like phosphorescent flames, projecting a three-dimensional image into the air. He instinctively took a half-step back, watching as the names suspended in the nursery began to extend automatically—beneath each name of a Su Family ancestor, countless branch-like light patterns sprouted, reaching toward a temporal dimension that had not yet come to exist.
"This is impossible..." Lin Mo’s fingertips brushed against the name of a great-grandfather, and the light patterns shuddered violently. At the ends of those branches, hundreds of shimmering infant silhouettes appeared, curled up like inkless commas.
Su Yuqing’s footsteps froze at the doorway.
Chapter 135