"He just... left?"
"Old Xie..."
Zhou Yan nudged Xie Changsheng, who was likewise standing there in a daze, with his elbow. "Did he... really dissipate completely, or did he find another crack in time to hide in?"
"How the fuck would I know?!"
Xie Changsheng snapped, "This damned River of Time defies common sense to begin with. Past, present, and future are all jumbled up."
"Never mind where he went just now-I don't even know which point in time that Shi Yin came from!"
It was a convoluted statement, but Zhou Yan quickly understood what Xie Changsheng meant.
That Shi Yin could have come from any point in time, perhaps before his death, or perhaps after it.
Within the River of Time, if the future was already dead, then the past would endure forever.
For someone like that, did cessation in the truest sense even exist? He did not know.
"What about you?" Zhou Yan looked at him. "You're already in the Immortal Lord Realm now. Can you do what he did?"
"Can I, my ass!"
Xie Changsheng rolled his eyes. "The price of crossing time and space to interfere with the past and future is unimaginably steep."
"As for why he could act like it was nothing..."
"All I can say is that this old monster's understanding of the Great Dao of Time has reached a level we can't even comprehend."
"Enough. Forget about him."
Xie Changsheng waved a hand, his gaze settling on the ball of scattered light in Zhou Yan's hands.
"You'd better worry about how you're going to digest that thing you're holding first!"
At this, his tone grew serious.
"Old Zhou, although Shi Yin just said there aren't any of Yu Jiutian's memories in there..."
"I have to remind you that an ancient Demon Sovereign's