Leaving a name meant leaving a trace. Years later, people could look at these wooden boards and learn what mighty figures had appeared in each era.
The Dao Origin Sect era had produced many Ancestors, while this era had only Semi-Ancestors. The reason was that the Lu family had led a host of powerful clans away, and the Sixth Continent had covered the sky over the Fifth Continent. These were all matters of history. It wasn't that this era was lacking; they simply couldn't break through that sky.
The farther down they went, the more fragile the wooden boards became.
"These boards weren't made from ordinary wood. They were sturdy enough for Ancestors to write on and preserve their names for countless years. But even so, the boards below have all rotted away. Don't touch them. If you do, they'll crumble to dust," Guanyu Instructor said.
Lu Yin looked at the board before him. He couldn't recognize the words carved into it. The person named here must have been a mighty figure from the Dao Origin Sect era, from before Mist Ancestor and her generation. They, too, had been an Ancestor, but their brilliance had been overshadowed by the Nine Mountains Eight Seas. That didn't mean they hadn't shone brightly. They represented their own eras. Though the Nine Mountains Eight Seas hadn't all appeared together, every era had produced a few figures of that level.
Lu Yin didn't find Mist Ancestor's name.
"Many names were lost in the wars," Guanyu Instructor said gravely.
Mist Ancestor's eyes dimmed. How difficult it was for Human Civilization to pass on its legacy. Even the remains of Ancestors could disappear. In this vast universe, who could live forever? Not even Ancestors could do so. Did immortality only become possible beyond the Ancestor level? She