Chapter 1122: Killing Several Ancient Gods

"Then we'll leave from the White Emperor's Celestial Palace," Qin Mu stated decisively.

Yu Chudu hesitated, studying Qin Mu's expression before tentatively asking, "Senior Uncle, have you ever practiced Creation Divine Art? My master taught me the Heavenly Combat Dao Art, which includes the Seven Chapters of Creation. It allows one to change appearance, body shape, or even transform into a demigod. Perhaps we could use it to evade the Heavenly Court's surveillance and avoid leaving any traces..."

Beside them, the Dragon Qilin transformed into a Dragon Sparrow, chuckling, "Is this what Creation Divine Art looks like?"

Yu Chudu was startled and nodded repeatedly. "Did this brother also learn the Heavenly Combat Dao Art? But Master said he created it himself. How do you also know it?"

The Dragon Qilin chuckled, "This isn't the Heavenly Combat Dao Art; it's a technique from the Great Education Demonic Scripture. The Heavenly Combat Dao Art was actually derived from the Great Education Demonic Scripture."

Yu Chudu was stunned. The lofty image of Wei Suifeng in his mind instantly crumbled. He mumbled, "Master said he created it... So then, the Great Education Demonic Scripture must have been created by Master, right?"

The Dragon Qilin chuckled, "The Great Education Demonic Scripture was created by the first Heavenly Teacher of the Founding Emperor Era, the Woodcutter Sage."

Wei Suifeng's image in Yu Chudu's mind collapsed once more, leaving him dejected. He had revered Wei Suifeng as a celestial being, holding him as the highest figure in his heart. He never imagined that the Heavenly Combat Dao Art originated from the Great Education Demonic Scripture!

"Nephew, don't listen to his nonsense," Qin Mu said with a laugh. He chuckled and then admonished, "Although the Heavenly Combat Dao Art stems from the Great Education Demonic Scripture, the Scripture itself is too broad, with too many techniques, each only superficially explored without depth. Therefore, the Great Education Demonic Scripture is merely a set of techniques that allows one to become a god. However, the Heavenly Combat Dao Art is a powerful technique developed by your Senior Disciple Brother Wei Suifeng, combining his own experiences and insights with various other Emperor's Throne cultivation methods." He paused, then added, "It's just... outdated now."

Yu Chudu was about to retort on Wei Suifeng's behalf, but then he remembered that Qin Mu, despite being only at the True God realm, had slain Jing Baichuan, the disciple of Heavenly Venerate Hao. Jing Baichuan was at the Jade Capital realm, just like himself, and Qin Mu had defeated him with a single move. From this perspective, the Heavenly Combat Dao Art he had painstakingly cultivated was indeed obsolete. The image of Wei Suifeng as an invincible figure collapsed in his mind once again.

Qin Mu glanced at him and praised, "Nephew Yu, your aptitude and comprehension are truly excellent. In just a short moment, you've shattered the idol in your heart, and your Dao heart cultivation has greatly improved!"

Yu Chudu grunted softly.

Qin Mu led the group as they flew down towards the White Land among the Nine Provinces. He sighed, "It's precisely because your master's Heavenly Combat Dao Art originated from the Great Education Demonic Scripture that I cannot learn his techniques. My own cultivation and his come from the same source; practicing the Heavenly Combat Dao Art wouldn't allow me to gain an additional Celestial Palace."

Seeing that none of them had changed their appearances, Yu Chudu reminded, "Senior Uncle, we'd better change our identities..."

"No need," Qin Mu replied. He smiled. "I possess divine consciousness as powerful as an Emperor's Throne. In anyone's eyes, we wouldn't appear as ourselves. Even an Emperor's Throne expert wouldn't see our true forms unless they paid close attention."

Yu Chudu was filled with doubt and astonishment.

Jizhou's White Land was the central province within the Nine Provinces world, located right in the middle. From above, the mountains and ground of this divine land appeared stark white, a truly peculiar sight. The White Land was home to many white beasts, their fur snow-white without a single stray hair. These exotic creatures lurked among the mountains and forests, making them difficult to spot.

However, the White Land was also ravaged by incessant warfare. Tens of thousands of practitioners, led by gods and devils, were constantly seizing cities and territories, capturing mortals and other practitioners to turn them into slaves. Wars between nations were also a common occurrence. They wore snow-mink furs and white robes as pure as snow. On the battlefield, blood stained their clothes and the white sand, and bodies lay everywhere. Qin Mu even noticed that customs from the Dragon Han Era were still preserved.

When two major forces engaged in battle, they would often bring slaves to the front lines, erect crude altars, and offer these slaves as blood sacrifices to summon ancient gods or powerful demigods to aid them. Qin Mu didn't see any ancient gods of the White Land descend, but he did witness many winged or one-eyed, four-armed demigods appear, fighting fiercely and unleashing their divine power on the battlefield.

"Why has this place become like this?" Qin Mu frowned, asking Yu Chudu.

"It's always been this way," Yu Chudu replied, shaking his head. "It's not just the White Land; the other eight provinces are also like this. I heard Master say that the rules here are the same as in the Dragon Han Era: they rely on blood sacrifices to invite gods to descend and assist in battles, seize land, and plunder wealth. Once a practitioner becomes a god, they ascend to the ancestral stars of the Nine Provinces, waiting for others to invite them down with blood sacrifices. Master tried to change the Nine Provinces and the Three Pillars of Heaven, but he never had much success. When he was still alive..."

Qin Mu's expression was odd. He interjected, "Emperor Yun Luo isn't dead yet."

Yu Chudu jumped in surprise, blurting out, "Master isn't dead? I even cried at his funeral for over ten days!" He couldn't help but shake his head again. "All of us disciples thought Master was taken to the God-Slaying Platform, doomed forever, so we grieved for a long time. We simply left Yunluo Palace and became bandits. But now, my fellow disciples are all gone..." His expression was somber, then he brightened up. "When Master was Emperor Yun Luo here, he planned to change the traditions of the Nine Provinces and the Three Pillars of Heaven. The nine ancient gods of the Nine Provinces and the three ancient gods of the Three Pillars found him and said that the rules established since ancient times couldn't be changed. But out of respect for Master being human, they would remove humans from the sacrifices as a courtesy. Master refused, and they fought."

"What happened then?" Qin Mu asked.

"Those twelve ancient gods were defeated and agreed to abolish blood sacrifices," Yu Chudu replied, pausing. "However, they immediately went to the White Emperor to complain. The White Emperor reprimanded Master, saying that such rules were customary throughout the entire Western Heavens. 'Is Emperor Yun Luo trying to disrupt the Western Heavens' order?' she asked. Only then did Master realize, heh, that the Western Heavens were still stuck in the Dragon Han Era, completely unchanged." He let out a long sigh. "So, Master bowed his head and apologized to the ancient gods of the Nine Provinces and the Three Pillars of Heaven, agreeing to remove humans from the sacrifices. Those twelve ancient gods didn't make things difficult for him, only mocked him a bit. Master kept smiling apologetically, but he cried for a long time after returning."

Qin Mu's heart stirred. He slowly asked, "Does Emperor Yun Luo also cry?"

Yu Chudu turned his head and wiped his eyes. "All of us disciples were orphans Master found. None of us had great aptitude, except perhaps me, who was a bit better. Yunluo Palace was even mocked as the 'Orphanage Palace,' heh. Those days with Master were very joyful for me. Later, when Master had an incident and was captured by the Heavenly Court, we thought he was dead, so we all went down to the lower realms in despair." He looked up, his voice hoarse. "After Master left, the Nine Provinces and Three Pillars of Heaven reverted to their old ways. Whenever major powers and nations went to war, they would still use humans as sacrifices for the ancient gods and demigods of the Nine Provinces and Three Pillars. My fellow disciples and I rebelled because we couldn't accept this, but we never expected..."

Qin Mu patted his shoulder. "Don't be sad. Your senior and junior disciples are watching over you from the heavens and will protect you. Come, where are the ancestral stars of those nine ancient gods of the Nine Provinces?"

Yu Chudu paused, puzzled. "Senior Uncle, aren't we going to the Spirit Energy Translocation Bridge to the White Emperor's Celestial Palace? Why do we need to see the ancient gods?"

Qin Mu looked at the sky, his gaze as gentle as jade. "The ancient gods and I are natural allies. The ancient gods need me, and I need the ancient gods. However, the ancient gods of the Nine Provinces and Three Pillars of Heaven have clearly defected to the Heavenly Court and become the White Emperor's lackeys. Therefore..." He withdrew his gaze, revealing a brilliant smile like spring sunshine. "I'm taking you to kill a few ancient gods."