Chapter 981: Ancestor Spirit

In the sky, the giant rhomboid eye slowly closed, leaving only a north-south slit, like the eyelids of a sleeping beauty, occasionally twitching slightly. The light spilling from the Primordial Realm resembled the beauty's eyelashes, but instead of black, they shimmered with a myriad of colors.

If Qin Mu had been there, he would have been utterly astonished. Unfortunately, he was not; he had already entered the Primordial Realm.

Qin Mu struggled to articulate his current feelings. Standing in the palm of Divine King Lang Wo, he floated amidst boundless waves of thought, the constantly flickering consciousness resembling the light signals of a vast brain. As they traversed this space, they heard immense, prolonged sounds emanating from these brain-like thoughts, much like colossal kun fish swimming in the ocean, their meaning unclear. They also witnessed majestic mountains and rivers rapidly receding behind them.

He saw the starry sky, where giants' footprints appeared in the Milky Way, journeying through the universe. He saw the birth of worlds, large and small, appearing before him so grand and captivating, swirling as they engulfed him. He also witnessed the destruction of worlds, which possessed a breathtaking beauty of their own. These were the memories of the Creator Primordial Spirits. He and Divine King Lang Wo were passing through the minds of these Creators, witnessing fragments of their recollections.

He heard many immense sounds; some whispered in his mind, while others resembled a battlefield, with war drums thundering and cries of battle shaking the heavens. He also heard wondrous chants, as if countless people were gathered in solemn ritual. The sounds also contained insights into nature and knowledge of the world. These were also memories of the Creator Primordial Spirits, for memories are not just images, but also sounds.

A moment later, Divine King Lang Wo brought Qin Mu to the center of the Primordial Realm. Here, Qin Mu saw the ancient beings who had sacrificed themselves, merging with the Primordial Ore to create the Primordial Realm. They were tall, indistinct figures standing in red light, like colossal giants reaching the heavens.

There were twenty-seven of them. These twenty-seven Creators were the leaders who had guided the last remnants of their race through untold perils and hardships to forge the Other Shore World. Every race has heroes who dedicate their wisdom and lives for their people, and the Creators were no exception. During their most perilous time, a group of admirable Creators emerged, voluntarily taking on the burden, sacrificing themselves to battle Emperor Tai, and trapping him within his Supreme Divine Sense domain. Afterward, another group of heroic Creators appeared, leading the surviving members of their race to evade pursuit, cross the vast desert, and reach the edge of the Primordial Void.

It was they who built the Void Bridge there, created the three wondrous rooms, and guided the last of their people to establish the Other Shore. And it was they who, when their power was exhausted and they knew death was imminent, merged with the Primordial Ore, transforming into the Primordial Realm itself, resolved to protect their people even after death. They were either exceptionally gifted, extraordinarily wise, or possessed boundless combat power, enabling them to design such ingenious Void Bridge and three rooms, capable of trapping even Celestial Venerable Xu and Celestial Venerable Huo.

"People worthy of respect," Qin Mu uttered, filled with reverence.

Divine King Lang Wo set him down, and with a ripple of divine sense, awoke the ancient Creators, informing them about the Sacred Infant. The twenty-seven Creators awoke, their arcane divine senses intertwining and colliding as they exchanged views.

Qin Mu stood in the void, feeling a knot of unease in his heart. He even wondered if Divine King Lang Wo could withstand these ancient divine senses if they decided to kill him. Would these twenty-seven Creator leaders listen to Divine King Lang Wo's words?

A profound thought gently undulated, transforming into a voice that resonated through the Primordial Realm. Qin Mu felt as if countless gazes instantly fell upon him, seeing through his every secret, leaving him completely exposed.

"It is absurd for an outsider to become the Sacred Infant of our Creator race. However, the prophecy is not baseless; our ancestors' divine senses in the ancestral court did not state that the Sacred Infant must be a Creator." The profound thought continued unhurriedly, "Since the Divine King and the clansmen have brought you here, you must possess unique qualities that have swayed them." Another profound thought added, "However, the Sacred Infant is one who bears the wisdom of our race, destined not only to confront our enemies but also to lead our race to resurgence. We have some questions we wish you to answer, to ascertain if you possess such wisdom."

Qin Mu affirmed.

A weighty thought inquired, "A man named Qin Ye came to the Other Shore World. He had a connection with our race's benefactor, Celestial Venerable Yun, and sought a place for a sword. As a result, he cleaved off nearly half of the Other Shore World's territory with a single sword stroke, establishing Worry-free Village. The enmity between the Creators and Worry-free Village has endured for nearly twenty thousand years. How would you eliminate Qin Ye and Worry-free Village to restore peace to the Other Shore World?"

Qin Mu replied, "I can restore peace to the Other Shore World, but I will not eliminate Worry-free Village."

"We wish to hear the details."

Qin Mu declared, "I am the one hundred and seventh generation descendant of Emperor Kai, Qin Ye. As the Sacred Infant, I can preside over peace between the Creator race and Worry-free Village."

The towering figures trembled, causing the Primordial Realm to shake violently. A terrifying storm of thoughts erupted within the realm, divine senses sweeping through it in endless turmoil. Divine King Lang Wo subtly frowned, silently regretting that Qin Mu had revealed his identity so abruptly. If he had gradually won over the Primordial Spirits before disclosing his identity, they might have hesitated even if they wished to act against him. Qin Mu's immediate revelation of his connection to Emperor Kai, Qin Ye, seemed rather hasty.

"You are an outsider, and a descendant of Qin Ye. Are you not a spy?" Another immense thought pulsed, stating, "We will give you a chance to explain. If you fail to satisfy us, then you shall not be the Sacred Infant."

Qin Mu countered, "May I ask, venerable Primordial Spirits, what defines a Creator? And what defines the Creator race?"

The towering figures paused, taken aback.

Qin Mu continued, "I now possess the Primordial Ore, and my divine sense is vast enough to create. Am I a Creator?"

One Primordial Spirit's divine sense fluctuated, saying, "You can be called a Creator."

"If an outsider like me can become a Creator and join your race, then why do you ostracize Emperor Kai and insist on the destruction of Worry-free Village?" Qin Mu asked, bewildered.

Another Primordial Spirit's divine sense stated, "Qin Ye led the inhabitants of Worry-free Village to seize our Other Shore World's space and land, and killed our people. This is a deep-seated, irreconcilable hatred."

Qin Mu inquired, "I have seen the history of the Creators. In the ancient era, Creators were divided into different tribes and clans, attacking each other, even annihilating entire lineages. How did their actions compare to Emperor Kai's in terms of cruelty?"

The Primordial Spirits fell silent. One Primordial Spirit admitted, "They were worse, not better."

Qin Mu continued, "So-called Creators were originally ordinary beings who gained the ability to create from nothingness by acquiring the Primordial Divine Stone. Over time, based on this shared identity, they formed the Creator race. Emperor Kai, Qin Ye, sought a place for his people to survive and resorted to some tricks, but he never actively attacked the Creators of the Other Shore, did he? The reason for the animosity was the Creators' desire to reclaim their territory, leading to continuous warfare, where Worry-free Village suffered heavier casualties than the Creator race."

Another Primordial Spirit countered, "They are invaders, and we are the victims of aggression. It is only natural for us to drive them out and reclaim our territory. Recently, the large-headed monstrous infant arrived and killed many of our people. Your explanation is illogical, Lang Wo. You should create another Sacred Infant!"

Waves of terrifying thought fluctuations were about to strike Qin Mu, when he suddenly interjected, "What if Worry-free Village could restore vitality to the Primordial Void?"

The thought fluctuations ceased.

Qin Mu elaborated, "The large-headed monstrous infant, Qin Fengqing, is my elder brother. He was born in Youdu and is a Youdu God-Child, a deity who controls death. He can establish a Youdu in the Primordial Void and the Other Shore World, allowing souls to enter Youdu for rebirth! He can revive the souls of your ancestors who died in the Primordial Void, clear all demonic creatures from the Primordial Void, stabilize its order, and prevent the Other Shore World from becoming another Primordial Void."

He paused, then added, "The more Creators who die in the Other Shore World, the more their divine senses collapse, increasing the tendency for it to transform into another Primordial Void. That is why you, the venerable Primordial Spirits, established the Primordial Realm, isn't it?"

The Primordial Spirits fell silent.

"However, the divine senses that the Primordial Ore can accommodate are always limited. Eventually, the scattered divine senses of the Other Shore World will exceed the Primordial Realm's capacity, causing the Primordial Realm to collapse, and the Other Shore World will then become another Primordial Void." Qin Mu continued, "The great enemy of the Other Shore Creators, the large-headed monstrous infant Qin Fengqing, is precisely the one who can establish order for the Other Shore World and restore peace and habitability to the Primordial Void. If the Creators granted Emperor Kai a place for his sword to establish Worry-free Village, and Emperor Kai's descendant then grants the Creators a world free from hidden dangers and makes the Primordial Void habitable, why would you not embrace it?"

The twenty-seven Primordial Spirits' thoughts collided and intertwined as they exchanged views. After a moment, one Primordial Spirit stated, "The conflict between the Creator race and Worry-free Village can be resolved. However, even if order is established in the Primordial Void, enemies will still go there, leaving our race still vulnerable to extinction."

Qin Mu smiled, "May I ask, venerable Primordial Spirits, who is stronger: the Creators of today or those of twenty thousand years ago?"

The Primordial Spirits were momentarily stunned.

One Primordial Spirit replied, "The Creators of today are stronger."

Qin Mu chuckled, "To isolate yourselves from the world is to cut yourselves off from it. The Creator race fled into the void to establish the Primordial Void, believing themselves safe. Yet, as soon as Emperor Tai arrived, the Primordial Void crumbled, leaving you utterly defenseless. Celestial Venerable Yun came here, bringing knowledge from the outside world, helping you eliminate Emperor Tai. However, the Creator race then hid in the Other Shore, again isolating yourselves. Emperor Kai arrived here, establishing Worry-free Village, and brought external knowledge. It was through your contact with Worry-free Village that your cultivation techniques and divine arts advanced by leaps and bounds, surpassing your former selves."

His voice was deafening. "I observe your clansmen, barely a million strong. If Emperor Kai had not come here, how many tens of thousands of years would the Creator race have lasted before perishing? If the Creator race settles here without internal or external threats, it will slowly fade away instead of thriving and prospering. The Other Shore World is your sanctuary, but the Primordial Void is your window to the outside world. Only with this window can the Creator race gradually flourish and grow strong."

The thoughts of the many Primordial Spirits intertwined and clashed, indicating a very intense exchange. Qin Mu said nothing more.

After a long silence, the Primordial Spirits' will unified. An ancient voice resonated, "We have not yet inquired about the Sacred Infant's name. May we know how you are addressed?"

"Qin Mu of Yankang."

Qin Mu chuckled, "You might not have heard that name, but you must have heard my title from Celestial Venerable Yun. I am Celestial Venerable Mu of the Dragon Han Celestial Court, one of the Five Founding Elders of the Heavenly Alliance!"

The Primordial Spirits were silent. After a moment, one Primordial Spirit stated, "Celestial Venerable Yun never mentioned you."

Qin Mu's face darkened, tinged with embarrassment and vexation, feeling his dignity slipping. Divine King Lang Wo, who had remained expressionless and composed, couldn't help but secretly chuckle at this moment. Qin Mu's face flushed from dark to red. He mumbled to her, "Celestial Venerable Mu's reputation is very strong! I was the Dragon Han Overlord Body in the Dragon Han era, the Emperor Overlord Body in the High Emperor era, and also the Yankang Overlord Body in the Yankang era. I am very powerful..."

Divine King Lang Wo couldn't hold back her laughter and turned her head away.

"Sacred Infant, are you ready to receive the wisdom of our Creator race, accumulated over countless eons?" The myriad divine senses of the Primordial Realm pulsed, converging into a single voice.

Qin Mu's heart felt a chill. He steadied himself and solemnly declared, "I am ready!"

The entire Primordial Realm trembled, and countless streams of light, formed from divine senses, surged forth, engulfing him!