"How... how... how is this possible?!"
"The Ancestor is actually dead?"
"No, no, no! I must be seeing things!"
"The Ancestor isn't dead, the Ancestor isn't dead, it's all fake, hahaha..."
They stared at the fifteen shriveled corpses.
Of course, that description was not quite accurate.
More precisely, the fifteen corpses were merely proof that those fifteen Earth Supremes had died. The instant the shriveled remains took shape, the power within the Red Dust Threads washed over them and reduced them to ash. A gust of wind scattered them into a cloud of gray dust.
Thus, after only two or three breaths,
not even the corpses remained between heaven and earth.
They had truly been ground bones to ash.
As for their souls...
Even their sturdy physical bodies had been obliterated beneath the cleansing force of the Red Dust Threads. How could souls, far less resilient than their bodies, possibly endure?
One had to know that most powerful cultivators did not age because of their vigorous bodies, but because their souls could not withstand the erosion of time.
The power of time was terrifying.
Perhaps these Earth Supremes had excellent memories.
But if asked to recall what they had eaten for lunch on a particular day during their childhood tens of thousands of years ago, even Earth Supremes with photographic memories would not dare answer with absolute certainty.
That was the power of time.
So-called photographic memory was merely short-term memory.
Of course.
From another perspective, over spans of hundreds of thousands or even billions of years, any memory could only be considered short-term.
Perhaps someone could remember something at a glance for ten years.
Perhaps someone could remember it for a hundred years.
But it was absolutely impossible for anyone to remember something at a glance for tens of