The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

Exactly the same.

Aside from the words above, there is no difference.

Chen Guan closed the system panel.

The Yin family, a powerful financial family in Shanghai, is the family behind Yin Chen.

Why is there an unmarked boundary marker in the ancestral hall that is exactly the same as the one in the ancient ruins?

Could that god, abandoned by the entire civilization, have some connection with the powerful families of the present world?

But that all happened before the Lost Era. As you can tell from the name, that history has long been lost in the river of time.

Even Baal, who is recognized as the oldest, admits that he was born at the end of the Lost Era.

"Yin Chen," Chen Guan said, knowing that no amount of guessing could compare to asking the person directly.

Yin Chen, who was exchanging barbs with Hong Yuan, stopped talking and turned to look at them.

"Does your family have an ancestral hall?" Chen Guan asked, looking at him.

Hong Yuan blinked, not quite understanding how the topic had suddenly veered to this.

An Changqing also turned his head, his gaze slowly shifting between Chen Guan and Yin Chen.

Yin Chen's face showed confusion. In his memory, Chen Guan was not a gossipy person. Besides, what was there to pay attention to about his family's ancestral hall?

They're just the belongings of the dead; only their descendants would care about them. If they were left on the street, nobody would pick them up.

It wasn't anything secret anyway, so he gathered his thoughts and answered readily.

"Yes, families like ours that have been around for a long time always have to follow some old-fashioned rules. Every year on certain days, the old man would lead us in to offer incense. Why are you asking about this? Are you interested in our family history?"

This was the only intention Yin Chen could think of.

"What's enshrined inside the ancestral hall?" Chen Guan ignored his teasing and continued to throw the question at him.

Yin Chen looked puzzled: "Of course it's the ancestor."

"Ancestor?" Chen Guan repeated the word, his gaze still fixed on Yin Chen's face.

"Do all our ancestors have a wooden plaque with their names on it?"

Yin Chen nodded matter-of-factly: "Of course, it's written clearly on the memorial tablets which generation and which branch of the family, and what their achievements are. But we juniors can't remember so many names."

"Whose memorial tablet is placed at the highest point in the center of that altar?" Chen Guan asked casually, as if it were just a casual conversation.

Yin Chen's confusion deepened, and he straightened his posture slightly.

"You're really interested in our family history," Yin Chen chuckled, making no attempt to hide anything.

There is no memorial tablet at the highest point.

"No memorial tablet?" Hong Yuan peeked out from the front row, her fiery red short hair swaying with her movements.

"What's on there? Do you rich people have a mountain of gold enshrined on it?"

In her view, even emperors used golden hoes to farm.

"Vulgar." Yin Chen rolled his eyes at Hong Yuan: "That's a stone tablet."

Su Yuehe was organizing the agreed-upon speech report on the terminal when she heard this. She looked up and became interested.

"A stone tablet?" Su Yuehe asked softly, "What kind of stone tablet?"

Yin Chen recalled for a moment and gestured a rough shape with his hand.

"A dark gray stone tablet, judging from its material, is quite old. It's dilapidated and has no inscriptions. The surface is covered with many traces of weathering and peeling, as well as some messy cracks."

As Yin Chen spoke, he seemed to find it somewhat amusing.

"Every year, the old man would take us to worship a stone and wouldn't allow us to ask any questions. He said it was the origin of the Yin family and the foundation of the clan. When I was a child, I was curious and took a closer look. I almost got my legs broken by the old man."

As soon as Yin Chen finished speaking, Hong Yuan burst out laughing without any restraint.

"No way, Young Master Yin, your family is so rich, you can't even afford a pure gold memorial tablet? You're going to worship a broken stone instead?"

Hongyuan leaned back in her chair with a nonchalant air, her long legs crossed, her words full of bewilderment at the puzzling behavior of the wealthy.

"If I had to kowtow to a rock every day, I would definitely chop it up."

Yin Chen rolled his eyes at her, clearly thinking that discussing family heritage with such a clueless person was like casting pearls before swine.

"What do you know? That's called a family totem, a spiritual symbol."

Yin Chen proudly raised his head: "That stone tablet is recorded in our Yin family's genealogy. It is said that it was passed down before our family made its fortune in Shanghai."

"The old man often said that the Yin family's fortune was hidden in that stone, but in my opinion, it's just an ordinary weathered stone. Apart from being a bit old, there's really nothing special about it."

Chen Guan asked, "Since you don't see anything special about it, why did you place it at the highest point of the altar?"

Yin Chen was stumped by this question.

He hesitated for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Who can explain these rules passed down from our ancestors?"

Yin Chen spread his hands, making a helpless gesture.

"Perhaps the first ancestor thought this stone looked unique, or maybe he found it in some desolate wilderness and thought it was a sign from heaven. Anyway, we, as the younger generation, just need to follow the rules and offer incense. Who would bother to study a broken stone?"

Chen Guan didn't reply, but instead glanced at the system panel in front of him out of the corner of his eye.

The high-resolution restored image is still displayed in the forum post on the panel.

The texture, color, and the broken outline of the stone tablet—every detail overlapped in Chen Guan's mind with the boundary marker he had just seen at the entrance of the ruins.

"You just said there were messy cracks on the stone tablet?"

Su Yuehe, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke. She removed her hands from the terminal screen, and her clear eyes revealed the seriousness characteristic of an academic researcher.

"Yin Chen, can you try to recall the specific distribution of those cracks? Are they cracks formed by natural weathering, or are they more like some kind of man-made patterns?"

Yin Chen felt a little pressured under Su Yuehe's inquisitive gaze.

"Su, you're putting me in too much of a difficult position." Yin Chen shook his head with a wry smile.

"I only secretly glanced at it when I was a child, around seven years old. After that, I would burn incense from several meters away, so I can't remember the distribution of the cracks."

Hong Yuan turned around, crossed her arms, and launched into a merciless taunting mode.

"To put it bluntly, you're just an ignorant fool. You can't even describe what your family heirloom looks like. All you do all day is fiddle with your broken ice block. If it were me, even if I were only seven years old, I would definitely be able to figure it out."

"What did you figure out?" Yin Chen retorted without any politeness.

"It's a good thing you weren't born into our family. If you went to the Yin family ancestral hall, the first thing you would do would be to pick up your giant axe and split the offering table and the stone in half, and then squat down to look for any valuables hidden inside."