Break Off an Engagement? I Awaken the Ancient Divine Veins

In Xuanling Continent, geniuses are rampant. Lin Yi has extremely poor spiritual skills, is timid and cowardly, and has become the laughing stock of the entire family. The fiancée breaks off the engagement because she dislikes it, and the Son threatens to kill her in public, and passers-by can ridicule her... He lowered his head carefully and silently swallowed all his unwillingness. Until that day, during the family competition, with tens of thousands of people watching, the Holy Son trampled him under his feet: "Is a waste worthy of cultivating?" Blood dripped into the stone tablet of the ancestral temple, and the color of the sky and the earth changed in an instant, and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder cleared the way for him! Lin Yi slowly raised his head, with all the cowardice in his eyes: "Today, I will show you what a true god is!" All the geniuses knelt down in fear: "Welcome... The return of the ancient gods!" --- Qingyang Town, the martial arts arena in front of the Lin family's mansion. The sunshine was just right, but it couldn't dispel the heavy, almost solid contempt and scrutiny in the air. The martial arts stage was made of "black veined rock" that was stronger than fine iron, but at this moment it was like a hot iron, burning the back of the isolated young man on the stage. Lin Yi lowered his head, his eyes falling on the toes of his pair of cloth shoes that had been washed white and stained with morning dew on the edges. The coarse cloth dungarees on his body looked particularly eye-catching and out of place against the bright brocade robes of the Lin family disciples around him. He could feel countless glances coming from all directions, from the dense crowd of people in the audience - those who were ridiculing, those who were pitiful, those who were gloating about someone else's misfortune, and those who were just watching the excitement. Those gazes intertwined into an invisible net, tightly covering him in the center, unable to move, and his breathing was as stagnant as rust. "Next, Lin Yi!" On the stage, he was responsible for hosting the family's annual party.