"Awakening? What do you mean? You mean, the bloodline in Wu Dao's body is different from ordinary people, so this time he was affected by the remnants of the gods in the lost ancient ruins, so he will awaken?" Ling Yu didn't understand what the black donkey's words meant, he looked at Wu Dao with a worried face, and asked the black donkey.

"There are many kinds of awakening, like your friend's case, it is not the awakening of the bloodline, but the awakening of the divine mind. I don't know when you met Wu Dao, but the life wheel in the body of this fat Taoist priest is very unusual, normal people only have a hundred years of life, and cultivators absorb the aura of heaven and earth, so their lifespan is many years longer than that of ordinary people. But even if he is a supreme realm powerhouse, he only has a longevity of 10,000 years. If it is an immortal venerable, hundreds of thousands of years of life is already the limit. However, the Shou Yuan in Wu Dao's body seems to have existed since the beginning of Chaos Hongmeng, during which he has had several sleepy experiences, and each experience is a transformation and awakening. Although it is a path to eternal life, it is also extremely difficult. Because every time he awakens, he forgets a lot of things. I think you've known Wu Dao for so long, and you've probably heard him mention that his memory is incomplete, right?" sighed the black donkey.

Hearing the black donkey's words, Ling Yu nodded lightly, although the black donkey and Wu Dao did not know each other, but he only relied on a few words to investigate Wu Dao's affairs clearly, and he did have some skills. However, being able to guess Wu Dao's past is not the goal, whether he can heal him is the most important thing!

Thinking of this, Ling Yu continued to ask: "Then, donkey meat is burned, what are the chances that you can cure him now?" As Wu Dao's best friend, Ling Yu could naturally see that Wu Dao was in great pain at this time. He hoped that the black donkey could find a way to make Wu Dao stop the pain and stop being so depressed.

"Heal him? He is not sick, why should he be treated? Wu Dao's situation is a good thing, although he has a splitting headache, but it is because the memories in his mind are recovering, hasn't he been struggling to find those lost memories? Now the opportunity has come, as long as he can survive this hurdle, he will definitely ride the weathered dragon and return to the top. Moreover, I have a hunch that Wu Dao was definitely not a simple character before he went through the reincarnation of the ninth generation. In other words, when he officially entered the reincarnation, he was already a worshiped master-level figure, but I still can't see who it is. Everything will only be clear when Wu Dao recovers his memory and finds himself. Also, don't call me donkey meat in the future, how can I say that I am also an emperor who shakes the past and the present, you call me that, do I not want to lose face? You can call me by my real name, Emperor Muxu. The black donkey said.

"Emperor Muxu, forget it, I really can't say such a meaty and exaggerated name, I still call you donkey actuarial. Hearing the black donkey's words, Ling Yu looked disgusted, shook his head lightly, and said lightly. A donkey spirit is called Emperor Musu, who is so blind to give him a name?

While Ling Yu and the others were discussing, in the corner that Ling Yu and the others had not noticed, a tomb suddenly began to tremble, as if it was about to crack. At first, the mound trembled slightly, but as time passed, the bluestone on the mound shook more and more, and the sand and gravel on the grave kept rolling down, as if the ground was cracked by a landslide. As the tomb cracked, Wu Dao's face changed again and again. He clutched his head again in pain and screamed. Wu Dao's roar pierced through the golden cracking stone, and the sound wave rippling out of his mouth directly shook Ling Yu and Duanmu Yuhan back, and even the black donkey had a dignified look on his face.

"Wu Dao is really going to wake up now, everyone retreats quickly. At this time, Wu Dao was looking for the memory of the Ninth Generation, and if nothing else, his cultivation would also improve. And during this period, his mind is confused, and with the cultivation of the two of you, it is very likely that he will be injured by mistake. The black donkey reminded.

After the black donkey finished speaking, he grabbed Ling Yu with his left hand and Duanmu Yuhan with his right hand, and brought the two of them to the ninety-foot-high tomb where he had stopped before. When the three of them stabilized their figures, Ling Yu and the three of them looked forward intently, because at this time, Wu Dao had already rushed to the cracked tomb. The mound was about eighty zhang high, like a hill, and the mound was split in the middle, as if it had been split in half by a giant axe that opened the sky from top to bottom. After the tomb cracked, the golden light emanating from the tomb shone into the sky, and the golden light soared into the sky, shaking the floating clouds away.

Although Wu Dao's body was very small compared to the tomb, when he stood in front of the tomb, Wu Dao's cultivation had already been promoted to the peak of the Supreme Realm, and even the power in the tomb was not as powerful as the aura on his body. At this time, Wu Dao's eyes were blood-red, it was a kind of indifference that did not sink into the world, he looked at the tomb quietly, the brilliance in his eyes flowed, the ninth reincarnation lingered in his mind, what he had experienced, the situation he had laid down, the suffering he had suffered, and the people he had loved, all of them had been unsealed in the depths of the sea of self-knowledge, and the scenes flashed in his mind. When the light in his eyes went out, Wu Dao's emotions kept rising and falling.

After a long time, a tall golden phantom slowly floated up from the cracked tomb. This phantom is about thirty zhang high, and its appearance is nine points similar to Wu Dao, Ling Yu and the others know that this phantom should be the former ninth life left by Wu Dao in the tomb, and it is the past him formed by the remnants of the first nine generations of Wu Dao.

"Who are you?Where did you come from?Why did you come here?Where do you want to go?You have been sleeping for many years, are you still you?" The golden phantom was far away from Wu Dao, and after about a stick of incense, the phantom slowly opened his mouth and asked Wu Dao under the tomb.

"You are the reflection of my past life, I am the soul of your present life, in a way, you are me, and I am also you. I come from the past and move on to the future. Aren't you waiting for me here for thousands of years?" Wu Dao slowly spoke, his voice vicissitudes and majesty, swinging towards the sky.

"Do you know what will happen after you merge with me? Are you really sure you want to do this? I'm just a remnant of your soul, I can't help you much, and if we do merge, you will suffer far more than you imagined, don't you regret it?" the golden phantom was silent for a long time and sighed.

Hearing the words of the golden phantom, Wu Dao turned his head to look at Ling Yu, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. When he turned his head to look at the golden phantom, a moving look of determination crossed his eyes. Wu Dao nodded solemnly and said to the golden phantom: "What should come will always come, it should be borne by me, and there will be no less." It's your life, and it's mine. I don't dare to speculate on what the road ahead is, but I will not regret it, let alone run away from it. It's been the ninth generation, I've finally waited for the person I've been waiting for, and you've finally waited for me. Whether the future is a blessing or a curse, a disaster or a chance, let it be. ”

Seeing the stubbornness in Wu Dao's eyes, the golden phantom nodded. As the remnant of Wu Dao IX, he had no choice but to listen to Wu Dao's advice. It can even be said that the purpose of his existence is to wait for Wu Dao, and now that Wu Dao came here by chance, it means that the time has come.

"Who are you?" the golden phantom sighed lightly and asked Wu Dao.

"I'm Wu Dao!" Wu Dao replied loudly with a clear expression.

"Who are you?" the Golden Phantom seemed unsatisfied with the answer, and continued to ask.

"I'm Wu Dao!" Hearing the golden phantom ask again, a trace of hesitation flashed in Wu Dao's eyes, but he still replied firmly.

"Who are you?" the golden phantom persevered, and he wouldn't give up easily when he didn't hear the answer he wanted.

"I am, Jiuding Tianzun!" This time, Wu Dao shouted like thunder, startling the birds into the forest, and the fish and shrimp dived into the sea, shocking Wandao.

And when Wu Dao said this, the golden phantom didn't ask the same question as before. He nodded slightly, then reached out and waved towards the cracked tomb. With his movements, nine immortal tripods floated up from the tomb and surrounded him, reflecting them like ancient emperors.

The nine immortal tripods have different styles, but the size is very uniform. Each immortal tripod is three zhang tall and is permeated with nine different colors. Outside the immortal ding, there are layers of glow, which makes people dare not look directly. Although they were far apart, Ling Yu could still feel the majesty of the Immortal Ding, and he knew that no matter which of these nine Immortal Dings he took out, they were all high-grade holy weapons of the Immortal Rank, and even, with the cultivation of time, they were very likely to transform into Heavenly Rank Treasures. No wonder when Mr. was performing the spell before, he said that Wu Dao was the famous Jiuding Immortal Venerable from endless years ago, and now it seems that it is not surprising.

When the Nine Immortal Dings appeared, Wu Dao sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands interlocked, and placed them in the dantian. With Wu Dao's movements, his body gradually rose into the air as if it was slowly lifted by a layer of mist. It wasn't until Wu Dao's body floated to the shoulders of the golden phantom that he slowly stopped. Then, a soft white light emanated from Wu Dao's dantian, and at the same time, Wu Dao's Baihui acupoint also burst out of a white light, and twelve holy weapons manifested on Wu Dao's head. When the holy artifacts appeared in front of everyone's eyes, they were melting rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As if roasted by the fire, the twelve holy vessels gradually turned into a milky white liquid, like a spring of spiritual energy, exuding a rich fragrance and terrifying divine power. When the twelve holy artifacts were completely transformed into spiritual liquid, the nine immortal tripods beside the golden phantom also floated in front of Wu Dao.

Looking at the white spring water formed by the spiritual energy, a look of envy appeared in the eyes of the black donkey, and he sighed softly: "This Wu Dao...... No, it should be said that Jiuding Immortal Venerable is really a bold emperor! He has gone through the reincarnation of the ninth generation, and he has already calculated the calamity he will suffer in the future, so he will integrate the spirit of the Immortal Ding into the past divine thoughts. Now that Wu Dao has finally awakened, the nine immortal tripods have also been inspired, wanting to recast the immortal tripods and help Wu Dao return to the peak. What a big game of chess, such a precise game, and what a lot of perseverance and perseverance! I think that from today onwards, this Wu Dao may not be able to meet an opponent in the world!"

Hearing the black donkey's words, Ling Yu and Duanmu Yuhan also nodded. Although Ling Yu had only seen Wu Dao's eighth life as Jiuding Immortal Venerable in the Yuanguang technique performed by Mr. before, the situation in front of him made Ling Yu gradually understand that it turned out that Wu Dao had already been a Jiuding Immortal Venerable before the first life of reincarnation. It's just that at that time, Wu Dao was worried that the people in black would covet him, so he kept hiding his true identity, and it wasn't until the eighth life that Wu Dao entered the cultivation world and revealed a hint of clues. In fact, since the first life, Wu Dao has been secretly plotting, not only wanting to wait for the person who has been granted by heaven, but also wanting to keep his cultivation, so the reincarnation of the ninth life, which is covered by twelve holy weapons, makes others unable to see through his identity as a Jiuding Immortal. Now Wu Dao came to the land of nothingness by chance, and even entered the lost ancient ruins by accident, so it was time to end.

Nine is a very magical number in China, and there is an old saying: "Nine, the change of the yang." Like its bending and exhausting form, all the genera of nine are from nine. In other words, nine is the ultimate of all, and is also known as the great number. Because of this, the 39 days and dog days in the Chinese yellow calendar are counted as nine.

Wu Dao has gone through nine generations, and ninety-nine have returned to one, and this life should be complete. Moreover, his immortal name is also known as Jiuding, which shows that Wu Dao has long understood the world and laid out the overall situation, just for the net at this moment today. However, Wu Dao's remnants of his divine thoughts resided in the lost ancient ruins, so what was his identity? was he the former Emperor Jiuding Immortal Venerable? or was it ...... What about the creation god of Huaxia? If it was the Jiuding Immortal Venerable, why would his divine thoughts be buried in the lost ancient ruins? And if he was the creation god of Huaxia, wouldn't the things involved be even more amazing?