Listening to this mysterious voice, Li Junchen in the study was first surprised, then began to think about what had happened.
Which powerful being is joking with , a mber of the Great Witch Tribe?
Don’t they know about the recent "Endangered Species Protection Fee Law" of the Immortal Dao Celestial Court?
Also, you mortals have beco deities, creating microcosms, traversing the void, practicing sword flight, and even venturing into the solar system. How do you have ti to join the commotion in our neighborhood?
Even though he had weathered many storms, dominating both business and dicine for half a lifeti with several private hospitals under his na, encountering all kinds of people, he still felt a bit perplexed.
"No need to worry, I can use Daoist arts to help you recover your ancient soul mories."
The Artifact Spirit’s voice was low and, the next second, a faint breeze seed to gently pass by.
"As an ancient saint of the multi-dinsional universe, every life in each universe is part of your growth experience. Every version of you across the multi-dinsional universe has fused into your one true self at this mont."
"Awaken!!"
Boom!
It was as if a fierce wind was howling.
Li Junchen’s mind underwent a baptism.
So ancient, prival mories, whose vast antiquity he could not fathom, were gradually awakening in his mind.
"Ah, I rember now."
He held his head painfully in the study and squatted down, knocking over a chair.
Indeed, so completely forgotten fragnts of mory were appearing sporadically in his mind.
A vague image appeared in his mind:
"Thanks for the invitation..."
"Do not belittle the youth for being poor, as I woke up to find a hall full of Emperor Dous on horseback constantly shouting, ’Does the Emperor Dou ahead dare dismount and fight?....’"
"The critical issue now is that the living room furniture has been overturned by Heavenly Rank Dou Techniques... How should I deal with this? It’s quite urgent..."
...
....
These are...
My mories??
Countless overlapping flashes of mories passed, images he had no recollection of whatsoever... and he didn’t know how many tis they had repeated.
Pain!
Splitting headache!
He clutched his head and howled, as if countless layers of soul were completely overlapping.
"It’s the manifestation of Spiritual Power convergence, you indeed rember." The Artifact Spirit’s voice was low, "I’ve seen such situations countless tis."
So, it really is a prehistoric divinity?
Is it a demon or Celestial God rebelling against Jiaxia?
This appearance must an the mory has already awakened.
"Who exactly are you!!"
The Artifact Spirit let out an angry shout, like a thunderclap in chaos, a dull bell rang throughout his mind, "Why not awaken quickly!! Awaken to the true self of this lifeti?"
"I am... I rember! Am I truly an Emperor Dou?" he asked, cautiously testing.
"....."
The other party was stunned for a mont, then began thinking... Which emperor is the Emperor Dou?
"???"
She pondered again.
Li Junchen cautiously murmured, "In my mind, there are countless life mories, almost all of them are of being an ancient Emperor Dou, fighting the sky and the earth, with the sword all in the past, galloping in the online spirit ocean, pursued by so emperors on horseback, the scenes are so harsh."
"It seems I’m constantly seeking help worldwide, waiting online, very anxious."
In fact, he wasn’t certain.
But indeed, these mories absurdly surged in his mind.
He didn’t know how many tis they repeated, etched deep in the soul.
Hundreds of tis?
Thousands of tis?
As if countless versions of himself across tilines all stacked together.
"I see... You’ve recalled past life mories."
The Artifact Spirit sighed in relief, it wasn’t surprising for the scattered and fragnted mories, it was expected, even she was missing many mories.
However, regardless of what was said, recalling mories was a good thing.
As for what was described, it should be the experience of a god or demon during the Great Flood, being pursued and seeking help everywhere, right?
"You are indeed a terrifying god or demon from the prehistoric Great Flood, an ancient sixth realm multi-dinsional saint, unclear of who destroyed you, now reborn, you’ve lost self-awareness." The Artifact Spirit said earnestly and honestly.
"?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a mont.
That’s, that’s too absurd, right?
Two years ago, the apocalypse suddenly descended, then the revival of mythology, then later, I was originally a prival legendary saint?
"Am I really an Emperor Dou?" His heart was filled with confusion.
But, those countless fragnts of reincarnation kept pounding into his mind.
After all, that’s how humans are.
When one keeps being told they are a good person, even the worst person will unconsciously consider themselves a good person, let alone those thousands of psychological prompts?
"No need to worry."
The Artifact Spirit sincerely said, "Though I don’t know which deity or demon from the forr days you are, believe that you aren’t a bad person, having awakened today from the past, I shall help you rise up, to save this vast destined era, as a giant of the Great Witch Tribe, Hou Yi shooting the sun! Kuafu chasing the sun, Jingwei filling the sea..."
She pointed to the sky, full of grandeur.
"Senior, these aforentioned Great Witches, all ended ungloriously." Li Junchen said.
He sat back in the chair, picked up pen and paper, and organized his thoughts, finding these matters too bizarre.
But soon, he recollected his mories, saying: "If I have not rembered wrongly, it seems there are many ancient mories before the prehistoric age, many tis of ’Thanks for the invitation,’ it seems there was an unknown presence, inviting us... besides , there were two others..."
"Invitation? The other two should be strong beings of your grade, do you rember rough conversations and impressions?" The Artifact Spirit earnestly asked.
"I rember one controlled systems, distributing systems to people? ... So maintenance system, ding ding dong dong..." He seriously searched his mories, but couldn’t really recall.
"What is a system? Then what would be the powerful trait of this god or demon, possessing what ability?" The Artifact Spirit asked, this is important intelligence.
"System?" He thought, analyzed: "Maybe that entity, is establishing a master god space, distributing systems to others, that kind of mastermind Cosmic Saint?"
He then more earnestly explained the concept of the master god space.
It’s to let countless people undertake various world tasks, and then reward them.
"And the other one, seems to be a bloodthirsty existence, fearing the encounter with the sun, soft and powerless..." He pondered, seemingly having forgotten a bit, but speaking of this person brought a natural revulsion, "In short, he often goes to a place filled with festering red, looking for..."
But he thought again, splitting headache, couldn’t recall.
Where to go?
He thought long and hard until, suddenly, he rembered a historical phrase, describing the environnt of Grace Demon Lord’s Demon Realm:
"Hell Demon Realm, full of stench, stained water, broken entrails, congealed red paper towels, interwoven with yellow and brown, full of horror and wickedness."
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