The eastern region of the ruins was eerily silent. The ground beneath Yun Lintian's feet alternated between solid stone and patches of quicksand-like temporal energy. The air itself seemed to ripple, distorting the surroundings unpredictably.
Linlin clung to Yun Lintian's shoulder, her ears twitching nervously. "Big Brother Yun, this place feels... wrong."
Qingqing nodded, unusually quiet. "Yeah. Like we're being watched."
Yun Lintian's expression remained calm. "Stay close."
He continued forward, his divine sense scanning the environment. The so-called Garden of Lost Souls should be nearby.
Suddenly, the space in front of him twisted violently. A figure emerged—a man in tattered robes, his face frozen in eternal horror. He was caught in a time loop, repeating the same motion over and over: running, stumbling, screaming soundlessly before resetting.
Qingqing shivered. "That guy... he's stuck?"
