Chapter 983: Out-of-Control Primordial Spirit Luoxiao

"Eightfold Divine Arts?" Qin Mu was stunned, finding it hard to believe. For a long time, he had tried to achieve Enlightenment through Divine Arts but had never succeeded. This path required exceptional comprehension of magical divine arts. However, his usual habit was to grasp the general direction of Yan Kang's reforms and delegate the detailed work to others. For instance, he had comprehended that Primordial Magnetism could form a system of Daoist divine arts, even deducing several equations for deriving Primordial Magnetic runes. Yet, he didn't pursue the research himself, instead handing it directly to Granny Si. Granny Si researched all the Primordial Magnetic runes and directly achieved Enlightenment through Primordial Magnetic Divine Arts. Although Qin Mu learned the Primordial Magnetic runes and profound Primordial Magnetic divine arts, he missed an opportunity for enlightenment. Of course, enlightenment was incredibly difficult; it was no exaggeration to say that those who succeeded were one in ten million, or even one in a hundred million. This time, Qin Mu had purely merged the knowledge of two major cultivation systems: the runic Dao of the ancient gods and the knowledge of the Creators. By unifying the two systems of divine consciousness and vital qi, he was able to elevate his divine arts to the eighth heaven in one go. However, the knowledge from these two systems was not exhausted; he still needed to continue comprehending it to potentially advance his divine arts to higher levels. He awoke from his state of enlightenment, carefully sensing the insights he had gained during that period, and felt a surge of emotion. "I didn't expect enlightenment to be this simple…" he thought.

The twenty-seven Ancestral Spirits remained silent.

"Enlightenment is that simple?" The Holy Infant, whom the Creator race had painstakingly awaited for millennia, seemed unaware of how hurtful his words were. If enlightenment were truly that simple, would the Creator race have fallen to their current state?

One Ancestral Spirit said, "We originally thought you would directly achieve eighteenth-heaven enlightenment. We didn't expect it to be only the eighth heaven." The other tall Ancestral Spirits standing in the red light understood and nodded, saying, "Only with eighteenth-heaven enlightenment can one be considered qualified. Eight heavens is indeed a bit low."

"Yes, as the Holy Infant of our race, you are naturally an unparalleled genius. Eight heavens is a bit low." Qin Mu's face was as black as iron, and he said no more.

One Ancestral Spirit tried to comfort him, saying, "Eight heavens isn't bad. After all, you've achieved enlightenment, so the Holy Infant shouldn't take it to heart. Compared to ordinary Creators, the Holy Infant is still quite good." Other Ancestral Spirits chimed in, "As long as the Holy Infant continues to work hard, diligence can compensate for lack of talent."

"It's okay to be a little slow. We, the slow birds, will also achieve great things by flying early!" God King Lang Wo looked at these Ancestral Spirits with a half-smile and cleared her throat. Only then did the Ancestral Spirits let Qin Mu off the hook, no longer trying to discourage him.

Qin Mu bowed to the Ancestral Spirits in gratitude, saying, "Now that I have received the wisdom of the Creator race, I will certainly do my utmost to secure the welfare of the Creator race." The Ancestral Spirits returned his bow, saying, "Holy Infant, do not forget today's promise. May the World of the Living and the Void soon return to peace. Now, the Holy Infant may leave."

"What I have promised, I shall never forget!" Qin Mu declared solemnly.

The Ancestral Spirits successively faded into the red light deep within the Ancestral Spirit World, their thoughts and consciousness still subtly fluctuating: "The Holy Infant is good in every way, just a little slow, only eight heavens…"

"Silence! Didn't you hear the God King clear her throat? She means we shouldn't keep discouraging him. He's already very upset."

"Heh heh, the knowledge and wisdom of our Creator race, only exchanged for eight heavens…"

"Enough!"

Qin Mu's expression turned quite grim again. God King Lang Wo pursed her lips, holding back a laugh, and whispered, "You don't need to listen to their nonsense. Eightfold Divine Arts is incredibly impressive. They only said those things because they saw how easily you achieved enlightenment. In truth, our Creator race isn't proficient in enlightenment; they never reached this level themselves. You should know that even the bandit leader Qin Ye only achieved thirty-three heavens of enlightenment."

Qin Mu retorted resentfully, "I knew they were just jealous of me. I wasn't discouraged by them at all. I have a Hegemon Body; I can defeat ten Kai Huangs…" Despite his words, he clearly still lacked some confidence.

God King Lang Wo took him and flew towards the exit of the Ancestral Spirit World. Qin Mu suddenly remembered something and quickly asked, "Is the Ancestral Spirit who brought the three prophecies not here in the Ancestral Spirit World? Why haven't I seen him this time?"

God King Lang Wo hesitated for a moment before telling him the reason. "That Ancestral Spirit died after bringing back the three prophecies. Although we collected his divine consciousness and preserved it in the Ancestral Spirit World, his consciousness is in complete disarray, lacking coherent thought. That's why the twenty-seven Ancestral Spirits are in charge here."

Qin Mu inquired, "Then can I see him?" God King Lang Wo pondered for a moment. "His mind is disordered, so even if you were to see him, it wouldn't serve any purpose. However, he did bring three prophecies, and as the Holy Infant of the third prophecy, you truly should meet him."

She led Qin Mu to another part of the Ancestral Spirit World. In this world, there was no distinction of cardinal directions or up and down; it was vast and boundless, and Qin Mu had no idea how she navigated it. The Ancestral Spirit who had brought the three prophecies was indeed as she described: his mind was completely chaotic. While other Creators' divine consciousness could form luminous, brain-shaped fluid masses, his consciousness darted wildly in all directions, some even knotted and balled up, resembling countless tangled balls of yarn—a truly bizarre sight. Qin Mu stood before this Ancestral Spirit. The light of his consciousness was extremely chaotic, flashing with various colors, indicating his disorganized thoughts. Within the light of his thoughts, Qin Mu saw fleeting images, but the Ancestral Spirit's mind was so disordered that these images were distorted and their meaning unclear.

"Can someone truly foresee the future?" Qin Mu felt a little lost.

God King Lang Wo said, "This is him." She whispered, "Senior, the Holy Infant from your prophecy has come to visit you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the light of the Ancestral Spirit's consciousness suddenly vanished, becoming incredibly calm. Qin Mu's spirits lifted. "Senior, I am the Holy Infant from your prophecy. Can you still hear me? I want to know how you made such accurate predictions. Could you tell me?" God King Lang Wo gave him a strange look. This fellow's purpose wasn't to visit the senior after all, but to figure out how he made his prophecies! 'The Holy Infant's thought process is clearly very different from ordinary people. Is it a matter of brain structure?' she thought to herself, glancing at Qin Mu's head.

The Ancestral Spirit's consciousness flickered with light again, though very little. His consciousness fluctuated: "Holy Infant…" God King Lang Wo rejoiced inwardly. 'The Ancestral Spirit actually spoke a complete thought! Is he about to regain his clarity?' Qin Mu's divine consciousness pulsed, connecting with the Ancestral Spirit's mind, and he chuckled, "Of course it's me, the Holy Infant of your third prophecy. Senior, all three of your prophecies have come true. Could you tell me how you received these three prophecies from the Creator Ancestral Spirits in the Ancestral Court? And how did they know about future events?"

When the Ancestral Spirit's consciousness made contact with his divine consciousness, a sudden burst of chaotic mental light erupted, with countless streams of light frantically flickering within his mind, expressing extreme agitation. As Qin Mu's mind connected with his, he immediately perceived a vast, extremely angry voice: "It was you!" Qin Mu was bewildered. "What do you mean, 'it was me'?" As their minds connected, Qin Mu suddenly saw a tall, young Creator in his mind, with a Grand Beginning Divine Stone embedded in his brow. This Creator's face still held a hint of youthful innocence, suggesting he wasn't very old. His physique was muscular and sturdy, but in terms of appearance, he was already considered a handsome man among the Creator race.

"You don't recognize me? I am Luo Xiao!" The Ancestral Spirit's consciousness grew increasingly furious and chaotic, raging. Thousands of streams of divine consciousness surged wildly towards Qin Mu: "You tricked me! You utterly tricked me…"

Seeing this, God King Lang Wo was alarmed. She swiftly severed the mental connection between the two and, lifting Qin Mu into her arms, flew away, saying, "He's gone mad again! This Ancestral Spirit's mind is disordered, which means he's mad to you! Let's go!" She sped away with Qin Mu, while behind them, Ancestral Spirit Luo Xiao's consciousness, like countless chaotic balls of yarn, waved its glittering tentacles of light, frantically pursuing them. Each mental tentacle seemed to want to grasp them, clearly enraged. Being chased by countless tangled balls of yarn was certainly something Qin Mu had never encountered before. God King Lang Wo frowned. "He often goes mad. His mind was already quite chaotic, and now it's even more so. I could defeat him, but it would harm him, so it's better to avoid him." Qin Mu's mind buzzed. He looked back at the tangled mental masses of Ancestral Spirit Luo Xiao chasing them, thinking, 'What did he mean by that? Did he meet me before? And I tricked him? Heh heh, how is that possible? He's clearly a figure from a million years ago…'

Ancestral Spirit Luo Xiao's consciousness raged, pursuing them madly, but God King Lang Wo's speed was extraordinary. She quickly outran him and flew out of the Ancestral Spirit World.

"Close the Ancestral Spirit World immediately!" As soon as God King Lang Wo flew out of the Ancestral Spirit World, her divine consciousness pulsed, relaying the command throughout the Cultivator race. The patriarchs, elders, and millions of adult Creators of various tribes immediately ceased their sacrifices. Streaks of light in the sky converged and returned to the altars, and the beautiful figure in the sky's eyes gradually narrowed, blurred, and finally vanished. Qin Mu looked up. As the Ancestral Spirit World disappeared, Ancestral Spirit Luo Xiao's consciousness still rushed to the barrier, attempting to break out. Fortunately, he was a step too late and couldn't escape the Ancestral Spirit World.

"This is our first meeting, and we have no deep enmity, so why such relentless pursuit?" Qin Mu shook his head, quite puzzled.

God King Lang Wo couldn't help but shake her head and sigh, "He really is mad."

She slowly descended with Qin Mu, landing on the highest altar. Her divine consciousness transformed into an incredibly loud voice that echoed through the heavens and earth: "The Holy Infant has received the recognition of the Ancestral Spirits, accepted the legacy of our ancestors, and now possesses supreme knowledge and wisdom! He is about to lead our race towards glory and prosperity!" Qin Mu, beaming, raised his hands and waved to the multitude of Creators. Below, deafening cheers erupted. The Creators were incredibly excited, their blood boiling, as they visualized countless auspicious phenomena to celebrate. God King Lang Wo gazed at the lively crowd below, her divine consciousness subtly fluctuating, and said to Qin Mu, "If you disappoint the hopes of our race, I will certainly kill you without mercy." Qin Mu smiled faintly. "God King, as of now, I am also a Creator. How could I betray my own race? Do you trust me?" God King Lang Wo looked into his clear eyes. After a moment, she smiled, a sight that made Qin Mu momentarily lose himself.

"I trust you," she said softly.