But the death of Wu Zhuo is still the greatest sorrow at this time.
Thinking back to the beginning, no matter how many methods the surviving innate gods devised, they could not prevent Wu Zhuo from consuming his remaining thoughts and finally sending his body to this cemetery.
In the end, Xiao Ye said that Wu Zhuo would not fall so easily?
The middle-aged man quickly released his god-level will to explore Wu Zhuo's remains, and his expression suddenly changed slightly.
As the muffled sound came out just now, the remains of the body had indeed undergone some changes, and there was a weak fluctuation flowing.
Just like a towering tree, after withering and suffering from wind and frost, it absorbs the essence of heaven and earth and undergoes the cycle of life.
With accumulation year after year.
The dead leaves that returned to the earth finally formed new seeds and began to take root and sprout.
Wow!
While the middle-aged man was frightened, a divine light surged in, and a handsome young man appeared in the sky above the cemetery.
The Dao Dharma around him is not obvious, but with every move of his hands and feet, he has an aura that can overwhelm all Dao.
"Xiao...Master Xiao Ye!"
The middle-aged man's eyes widened, his heart beat wildly, and he knelt down quickly.
Although the Heavenly Palace of the Ancestral Gods has declined, Xiao Ye's stone statue has been worshiped by perfect creatures, so he naturally recognized it at a glance.
The Taizu of the Heavenly Palace of the Ancestral God appeared for Wu Zhuo.
Xiao Ye ignored the middle-aged man. His deep eyes looked at Wu Zhuo's broken body, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Little guy, you have lived up to my expectations."
Just as Tokiichi said.
This is the fate of Wu Zhuo, which cannot be avoided. If he can survive it, Wu Zhuo's future will truly come.
Over the years, although he and Shi Yi had not intervened, they had always paid attention to it and were worried that Wu Zhuo would really disappear.
After discovering that Wu Zhuo might have survived, he couldn't help but show up.
At this moment, the middle-aged man had already stood up and quietly exited the cemetery with excitement.
"Lord Wu Zhuo, he may still be alive!"
"Our great ancestor from heaven has arrived at the cemetery!"
Soon, this news was passed on by the middle-aged man.
"What?"
"Even Lord Taizu showed up!"
The first to receive the news were the more than twenty surviving ancestral gods, and they were all shocked.
They left the customs in a hurry and rushed towards the cemetery of Li Hao's Forbidden Heaven.
Followed closely.
Other innate gods also took action upon hearing the news, making the atmosphere in this decaying old land become increasingly heated.
Whether Wu Zhuo is still alive or Xiao Ye appears, it is shocking.
After waiting for these remaining gods to arrive, they rushed to the vicinity of the cemetery.
The place was shrouded in blazing light, like waterfalls pouring down from the sky, pouring towards Wu Zhuo's remains.
As for Xiao Ye's figure, he was standing high in the sky, just watching and not interfering.
"What the hell is going on?"
One by one, the innate gods stopped outside the cemetery, looking at Wu Zhuo's broken body in the distance, dumbfounded.
Wu Zhuo's broken body has obviously lost all vitality and even his residual thoughts. It is no different from his death. Why can it still attract the light of Dao?
So what kind of state has Wu Zhuo been in these years?
No one can answer this question yet.
Although there are more and more innate gods arriving here, it is still quiet here, only the sound of the Tao is roaring continuously.
Under their gaze.
Dao light swarmed in, causing Wu Zhuo's broken body to change. The broken parts were reorganized by the great road, getting rid of the old body and condensing a new body.
It's not difficult to find if you feel it carefully.
Deep in Wu Zhuo's remains, eight hearts were beating, which was the source of this movement.
"I see!"
"That's the Taoist treasure created by Master Wu Zhuo!"
A god saw the eight hearts and immediately exclaimed.
When Wu Zhuo was alive, he had already begun to pave the way for the future. He collected countless treasures, refined them into divine springs, and nurtured them with his own Tao, turning them into Tao treasures that fit him.
Wu Zhuo has carried out this process eight times, and it has not significantly promoted his own realm. He is just constantly pragmatically practicing the foundation and origin of Wu Zhuo.
Wu Zhuo died.
These eight Dao treasures then fell silent and formed eight hearts in Wu Zhuo's body. After enough accumulation, they spontaneously activated the Dao and reshaped Wu Zhuo's remaining body.
At this moment, everyone understood.
Wu Zhuo did indeed pass away, but it was only because of those Taoist treasures that he broke the rules and reappeared.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The drum-like sound kept coming out, becoming more violent and intensive, and the light it attracted merged into one, making Wu Zhuo's remaining body almost turn into light.
Tens of millions of years pass by in a blink of an eye.
After all the light dissipated, Wu Zhuo on the stone platform had already forged a new body. He was lying there with a rosy complexion and vitality flowing, but there was still no movement.
"No, we have seen with our own eyes that Wu Zhuo's remaining thoughts were wiped out!"
Seeing this, the nearby innate gods frowned.
The current Wu Zhuo is just a complete body at best, with no will and no consciousness.
Just like a mortal loses his soul, how can he be resurrected after death?
Their eyes quietly looked towards Xiao Ye.
This Heavenly Patriarch appears for the first time for an innate god, and may have to lend a helping hand.
pity.
Xiao Ye's figure just stood in the sky above the cemetery, with no intention of taking action.
After a long period of silence, a roar suddenly resounded, shaking the Lihao Forbidden Sky.
Immediately afterwards, the dim void became brighter, and the veins of the avenues shone and emerged. Immediately, the flow paths changed and they actually converged at one point.
This gathering point is right between Wu Zhuo's eyebrows.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The eight hearts beat violently again, releasing immeasurable divine energy that surged along Wu Zhuo's limbs and immediately rushed towards Wu Zhuo's eyebrows.
In an instant.
Madness suddenly broke out in the cemetery, and the roars of gods and demons resounded, as if the river of time had been cut open, and heavy shadows emerged, merging with Wu Zhuo's remains.
"This is reinventing one's own will!"
Someone discovered the clue, with a look of disbelief on his face.
in chaos.
When a god dies, his traces in the world will also disappear, but looking back in time, you can see the person who passed away.
The traces of the past are indelible.
This is the ability given by the Avenue of Time.
And those traces represent the behavior and spirit of the owner of the traces.
Those numerous shadows are none other than Wu Zhuo in the past.
Those eight hearts are using this as a basis to activate the great avenues in the chaos and reshape Wu Zhuo's consciousness.
As expected.
Wu Zhuo's eyebrows were emitting light, and a weak consciousness began to grow, and then quickly erupted.
