王大麻子那胖脑袋 endeavoured to gnaw upon his ear canal, the agony was like being stung by a wasp. Lin Chen felt his vision blur, his hands trembling, but he clutched onto the broken porcelain bowl more tightly. He could feel the heat emanating from the bowl, the ancient aura stirring within. This wasn't just an ordinary relic from his late father; it was a key, a key to a hidden world beyond the veil.

The air around him shimmered, a portal opening just before his eyes, like a maw ready to swallow him whole. The warmth of the porcelain bowl intensified, its surface glowing like a first-moon's reflection. Lin Chen braced himself, his heart pounding like a drum in a storm. He didn't know what awaited beyond that portal, but he had a sinking feeling that his life would never be the same again.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind, ancient and unworldly. "You are chosen, not by fortune, but by the will of the ancients. To this path of blood and divinity, you have been summoned."