Chapter 938: The Primordial Void Walkers
"Corpses of prehistoric creators?"
Qin Mu looked up. Those towering corpses walked across the Star River as if treading on water, each step producing strange ripples.
The Star River was Wei Suifeng's divine ability. The slightest touch would trigger its power to erupt. Yet these creator corpses could walk upon it without activating the ability—most peculiar.
Even stranger, this was a group of corpses walking through the Primordial Void!
The Primordial Void was immensely vast, with little within it. Yet these giant corpses trudged forward on foot, as if they were ascetic monks, their walking through the void a form of cultivation.
But they were merely lifeless corpses.
"What is the origin of these Void Walkers?" Qin Mu asked Yun Chuxiu beside him.
Yun Chuxiu shook her head. "Unknown. They were discovered by Cloud Emperor when he explored the Primordial Void. These corpses enjoy strolling through the void, provoking no one. Cloud Emperor found them soulless and spiritless, dead for who knows how many millennia. Strangely, walking beside them brings peace of mind—the Primordial Void cannot sway your inner demons. If we encounter Void Walkers, this journey should be safe."
The Void Walkers traversed the Star River while the tower ship followed beneath them. Indeed, with these corpses present, inner demons did not arise, and strange phenomena did not occur.
Suddenly, Qin Mu flew out from the tower ship, circled around the Star River to its surface, and carefully observed these Void Walkers.
"Celestial Venerable Mu, what are you doing?"
The people on the ship were startled, their scalps tingling. Yun Chuxiu called out loudly, "Those Void Walkers are our protectors! Don't do anything reckless!"
Lian Huahun's eyes flickered, and she said softly, "Celestial Venerable Mu is so audacious. It would be better to eliminate him for our safety. What do you all think?"
Luo Wushuang frowned slightly and looked at the others. Almost everyone on the tower ship nodded in agreement, endorsing the execution of Celestial Venerable Mu.
"Celestial Venerable Mu doesn't seem to realize that nearly everyone on this ship wants to kill him."
A sense of absurdity arose in Luo Wushuang's heart. Qin Mu was nominally their leader for this journey, tasked with leading them to rendezvous with Celestial Venerable Fire and Celestial Venerable Void. Yet he didn't realize that almost everyone on the ship aimed to eliminate him!
Even Luo Wushuang himself bore a grudge over his severed arm.
"This trip to the Primordial Void seems specifically designed to kill that brat Qin Mu, not to explore it at all," Luo Wushuang thought to himself.
Qin Mu ignored the calls from the ship and continued observing the Void Walkers.
They were indeed prehistoric creators, with Primordial Divine Stones embedded in their foreheads. But they had been dead for so long—no blood flow could be sensed, no breath detectable.
These prehistoric creators walked unceasingly in one direction, which happened to be the direction indicated by Wei Suifeng's Star River divine ability.
Qin Mu flew beside one Void Walker, circling the giant to examine the cause of death.
Strangely, there were no wounds on these corpses. Their garments were as fresh and pristine as new.
Qin Mu pondered for a moment, then his sword pellet transformed into a flying sword and cut off a corner of a Void Walker's robe. Oddly, the garment regrew immediately.
The clothes regrew because the corpses' divine consciousness used the Primordial Divine Stones to create matter.
"Though they are dead, their divine consciousness is not extinguished. Their thoughts remain in the state they had in life. Even if their bodies are damaged, their divine consciousness repairs them."
Qin Mu deduced the principle, but why these Void Walkers kept advancing toward one place remained a mystery.
Shu Jun's voice came: "Let me communicate with their divine consciousness and see what they experienced in life!"
"They have no souls or spirits—can you still communicate?" Qin Mu asked in surprise.
"Of course. We creators can communicate even after death. If our divine consciousness is strong enough, we can even draw knowledge from all the creators who have died throughout the ages, pooling everyone's wisdom."
Shu Jun said, "You tiny beings still need to learn to master the knowledge passed down by your ancestors. But a newborn creator only needs to touch foreheads with an elder to receive all knowledge! This shows your crudeness and backwardness."
Qin Mu was puzzled. "If you don't learn knowledge but just have it instilled, how do you correct errors?"
Shu Jun was taken aback. "Correct errors? Ancestral knowledge has no errors—why correct them?"
Qin Mu shook his head. Learning with questions, discovering predecessors' mistakes—that was how dao techniques and divine abilities advanced. But direct instillation made the knowledge in a child's mind seem like self-evident truth, requiring no thought.
In that case, errors in ancestral teachings would never be discovered.
All reform came from the basics.
The Eternal Peace reforms started from basic sword techniques, basic blade techniques, basic runes, then changed the foundations of cultivation realms and divine repositories, extending to daily life and people's welfare. All were fundamentals.
And breaking the god within the heart was even more fundamental to the state of mind.
If all knowledge came by instillation, how could the basics ever change?
The creators' learning method was faster, but it also caused stagnation in basic dao techniques and divine abilities, leading to knowledge ossification.
Qin Mu opened the eye on his forehead and immediately sensed Shu Jun's divine consciousness surging from the Primordial Origin Stone. Shu Jun's divine consciousness was strong enough to touch the divine consciousness of these creator corpses.
Following Shu Jun's divine consciousness, a vast world suddenly appeared before Qin Mu's eyes—oceans, mountains, waterfalls, white clouds. Giant-bodied creators walked among the high peaks and traversed the blue seas.
Some giants visualized wings and flew through the blue sky and white clouds.
Others visualized colorful plants, and dense forests continuously emerged, turning from their imagination into reality.
Even more powerful creators flew into the starry sky, gathering together to create suns, moons, and stars.
This was the new world they were opening up. They intended to distance themselves from conflict.
Their clothing was simple and plain, without any ornate decoration. They lived freely and unrestrainedly.
From the divine consciousness of these Void Walkers, Qin Mu sensed that their original world had become uninhabitable. Besides internal clan conflicts and killings, powerful ancient gods tried to annihilate them.
They visualized a new world, which initially had nothing and needed their construction to become perfect.
Suddenly, a colossal figure descended upon the world they had visualized. A terrifying wave of divine consciousness swept through the void, causing it to collapse!
The world the creators had visualized was not yet stable. But with this person's arrival, the collapsing world turned into pure divine consciousness, surging backward into the creators' brains!
Qin Mu stared blankly at this scene. The beautiful world had become a slaughterhouse of death!
Those creators looked up to the sky, but no sound came from their mouths. The almost tangible divine consciousness rushed in, drilling through their foreheads, destroying their brains, shattering their souls, turning them into corpses!
This was the last thing the Void Walkers had seen!
Shu Jun withdrew his divine consciousness, and the visions before Qin Mu vanished. On the altar of the Primordial Origin Stone, Shu Jun's empty, large head gasped for air. Without a tongue, teeth, or physical body, it looked bizarre—air sucked in through his mouth and expelled from beneath his head.
Qin Mu was also panting, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
"Shu Jun, did you see that towering figure?"
Qin Mu steadied himself and asked, "That person could enter the Primordial Void—he must be one of your creators, right? Why did he annihilate the void?"
Shu Jun shook his head, his divine consciousness unstable. "I didn't see who it was either..."
Qin Mu blinked. He had only looked through Shu Jun's divine consciousness and hadn't seen everything clearly. But Shu Jun likely knew who it was but was unwilling to say.
"Shu Jun, we're in the same boat now, sharing the same fate and facing the same enemy. If you saw something, you might as well speak plainly," he coaxed.
Shu Jun snorted coldly. "In the same boat? Your broken ship is full of people who want to kill you. Better think about how to survive your current predicament."
Qin Mu smiled slightly. He naturally knew that most people on the ship below wanted him dead.
The rendezvous with Celestial Venerable Fire and Celestial Venerable Void was just a pretext from the Celestial Venerables of the Heavenly Court. In reality, they were exiling him, Celestial Venerable Mu, to the Primordial Void, seeking an opportunity to eliminate him.
Of course, if they couldn't kill him, they would leave him stranded in the Primordial Void forever. After all, no one important was on this ship.
"Celestial Venerable Mu, come back to the ship quickly!"
Lian Huahun said softly, "These Void Walkers are extremely eerie. A Celestial Venerable should not place himself in danger. It's safer for you to return to the ship."
Qin Mu stood on the shoulder of a Void Walker, his robes fluttering. He laughed, "Sister Lian, I'm enjoying the scenery here. Don't disturb me."
On the ship, Xiu Youfang, a disciple of Celestial Venerable Hao, giggled, "Celestial Venerable, what's there to see? The scenery here is better."
Qin Mu ignored them. A strand of his primordial energy flew out, heading toward the Star River below the Void Walkers.
The people on the ship glared furiously, shouting, "Stop, thief Mu!"
"Brat Qin Mu, how dare you!"
"Celestial Venerable Mu, no—!"
The Star River was the manifestation of Cloud Emperor Wei Suifeng's divine ability. If Qin Mu triggered it, everyone on the ship—even a strongman like Luo Wushuang—would be buried beneath the power of that ability!
Qin Mu's primordial energy entered the Star River and stirred it forcefully. But to his surprise, Wei Suifeng's divine ability did not erupt.
He scratched his head and released more primordial energy. Still, Wei Suifeng's divine ability flowed quietly through the void like a river.
Shu Jun gloated, "Little brat, you miscalculated. Though these creators are dead, their divine consciousness remains. Just that divine consciousness alone can suppress this ability completely."
Qin Mu withdrew his primordial energy, annoyed. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Shu Jun snorted arrogantly. "If you had restored my physical body earlier, I could have crushed these insects easily! But I can still save your life, as long as you provide me with three years' worth of divine consciousness and blood energy..."
The gods and demons on the tower ship saw that Wei Suifeng's divine ability hadn't been triggered by Qin Mu, and their malice surged. Pan Chunjin soared into the air, flying toward the Star River, shouting, "Everyone, no need to wait any longer! He's here now—he can't escape back to the Heavenly Court. Time to kill him and return to report!"
"Exactly!"
The people on the ship flew up one after another, shouting, "The deeper we go into the Primordial Void, the less chance we have of returning safely to the Heavenly Court. Let's eliminate that old thief Mu now while we can still go back!"
Qin Mu laughed heartily, leaped into the air, sprang from one Void Walker's shoulder to another, and bounded away.
The crowd behind him roared in pursuit, their auras flaring. Qin Mu looked back and saw that almost none of them were mere cultivators—most were gods. Behind them, heavenly palaces manifested, some even revealing multiple heavenly palaces!
On the tower ship, twenty or thirty people remained, looking at each other in confusion.
Yun Chuxiu glanced at Luo Wushuang, curious. "Blade Luo has a deep enmity with the Overlord Body. Why aren't you chasing after him?"
Luo Wushuang said calmly, "If I strike, I never rely on others. I must fight him fairly and let him fall to my blade! Why didn't you pursue?"
Yun Chuxiu's gaze fell on Lian Huahun nearby, and she giggled, "I'm not here to kill him, so why would I chase? Right, Sister Lian?"
Lian Huahun's expression was cold. "Bitch, you should call me 'big sister'!"