The enormous black palm pressed down from above, and every Tiger Clan member on Tiger Island felt a thread of despair rise from the depths of their souls.
They seemed to see volcanoes erupting, continents collapsing, oceans raising tsunamis, and countless stars falling from the heavens. They saw nebulae disintegrating, saw billions of galaxies colliding and devouring one another in the void, turning into nothingness. In the end, they saw the entire universe sink into deathly silence, saw every being and thing within it ultimately annihilated into an indescribable point.
Whether corporeal beings or pure energy forms, all life and all wisdom were destroyed along with it.
The aura of destruction contained within that palm had actually awakened the vast trove of information recorded in the bloodlines of every living creature on Tiger Island, causing memories hidden within their blood—memories of generation after generation of life perishing through countless cosmic calamities—to surge forth all at once. The stronger the individual, the more memories they awakened, and the heavier and more terrifying those memories became.
Especially experts of the Lin Family ancestor's level—they had nearly all awakened bloodline memories spanning several hundred cosmic calamities. Natural disasters time and again, man-made catastrophes without number; billions of intelligent races endlessly crushed and destroyed amid innumerable disasters and tribulations. Each experience of such destruction was a ravaging of the soul, and the repetition of it hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of times inflicted tremendous damage upon the souls of the Lin Family ancestor and the others.
Seated beneath the countless streams of radiant light released by the Primordial Sacred Hall, the Lin Family ancestor raised his head with an ugly expression. His eyes were filled with bewilderment and incomprehension. He had no idea where the bizarre memories that had suddenly emerged in his mind