The existence of Wang Jie's life form had shown Lu Yin that memories could exist independently of living beings. They might drift through the starry sky and fade away, or split apart like matter. They might even continually break down and reassemble, like the threads of death, before entering a new living being.
The shorter a living being's lifespan, the fainter the aura of its memories, and the less time those memories naturally remained outside it. But Death Lord was a master, and had already lived for a very, very long time before the Nine Heavens. Its lifespan was certainly no shorter than Lord Mi's.
There was no way to verify exactly how it worked, but Death Lord's memory aura couldn't simply dissipate.
In the past, Lu Yin hadn't been able to find such an aura. Now, however, things were different. After being stripped of his strength over countless years, he could clearly distinguish between different kinds of power. Memories and auras were both forms of power.
He raised his foot and walked slowly, his hand sliding along the stone wall. He hadn't gone far when he suddenly stopped and looked down at where his hand rested. There was an aura here.
The faint, almost imperceptible aura sent a chill through his palm. It was Death Lord's aura.
No other living being could possibly sense it. Not even a master.
Even Lu Yin had to touch it to notice.
Death Lord's aura had remained in the ancient city. It would exist in the starry sky as well.
Lu Yin slowly closed his eyes. After a moment, he opened them again. Only the aura remained here; there wasn't a trace of memory. He had wanted to use Death Lord's aura to glimpse its memories and find the insight into death it