Chapter 977: The Out-of-Control First Spirit, Luo Xiao
"Eight Heavens of Divine Abilities?"
Qin Mu was stunned, somewhat incredulous. For a long time, he had tried to enter the Dao through divine abilities, yet he had never been able to succeed.
Entering the Dao through divine abilities required an exceptional understanding of spells and divine arts. His habit, however, was to grasp the general direction of the Yan Kang Reforms himself, leaving the meticulous work to others.
For instance, he had realized that Yuan Ci could form a system of Dao techniques and divine abilities, and had even derived several equations that could deduce Yuan Ci runes. Yet, instead of researching further himself, he had directly handed it over to Granny Si.
Granny Si researched all the Yuan Ci runes and directly entered the Dao through Yuan Ci divine abilities. Although Qin Mu learned the Yuan Ci runes and the great Yuan Ci divine ability, he also missed an opportunity to enter the Dao.
Of course, entering the Dao was extremely difficult. It was no exaggeration to say that those who succeeded were one in a million, or even one in a billion.
This time, Qin Mu had purely merged the knowledge of two major cultivation systems, fusing the ancient gods' rune Dao with the knowledge of the Creators, and combining the two systems of divine consciousness and Yuan Qi into one. Only then could he push his divine abilities to the Eighth Heaven.
However, the knowledge of the two systems was not yet exhausted. He still needed to continue comprehending these systems to potentially push his divine abilities to a higher level.
He awoke from his entry into the Dao, carefully savoring the insights he had gained during that state, and sighed with emotion: "I never thought entering the Dao would be so simple..."
The twenty-seven First Spirits remained silent.
Entering the Dao so simple?
The sacred infant that the Creator race had waited for over millennia seemed unaware of how hurtful that statement was. If entering the Dao were truly that simple, would the Creator race have fallen to its current state?
One First Spirit said, "We originally thought you would directly enter the Eighteenth Heaven of the Dao, but it's only the Eighth Heaven."
The other tall First Spirits standing in the red light nodded in agreement, saying, "Entering the Eighteenth Heaven of the Dao would be considered qualified. The Eighth Heaven is indeed a bit low."
"Yes, since he is our race's sacred infant, he is naturally a peerless genius. The Eighth Heaven is somewhat low."
Qin Mu's face darkened like iron, and he said nothing.
Another First Spirit comforted him, saying, "The Eighth Heaven is not bad. After all, you have entered the Dao. The sacred infant need not mind. Compared to ordinary Creators, the sacred infant is still decent."
The other First Spirits chimed in, "As long as the sacred infant continues to work hard, diligence can make up for lack of talent."
"It doesn't matter if you're a bit slow. We slow birds can still achieve great things by flying early!"
Lang Wan, the Divine King, looked at these First Spirits with a half-smile and coughed.
Only then did the First Spirits let Qin Mu off, ceasing their discouragement.
Qin Mu bowed to the First Spirits in thanks and said, "Having received the wisdom of the Creator race, I will do my utmost to seek the welfare of the Creator race."
The First Spirits returned the bow and said, "May the sacred infant never forget today's promise, and soon restore peace to the Other Shore and the Land of Tai Xu. Now, the sacred infant may leave."
"What I have promised, I swear never to forget!" Qin Mu said solemnly.
Those First Spirits gradually vanished into the red light deep within the First Spirit Realm, their thoughts and consciousness still faintly fluctuating: "The sacred infant is good in every way, just a bit slow—only the Eighth Heaven..."
"Hush, didn't you hear the Divine King cough? She means we should stop discouraging him; he's already sad enough."
"Heh heh, the knowledge and wisdom of our Creator race only bought the Eighth Heaven..."
"Enough!"
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Qin Mu's face turned ugly again. Lang Wan, the Divine King, pursed her lips, suppressing a smile, and said softly, "You don't have to listen to their nonsense. The Eighth Heaven of divine abilities is already remarkable. They only said that because they saw you enter the Dao so easily. In truth, our Creator race is not skilled at entering the Dao. Even they didn't reach that level back then. You should know that even the ringleader, Qin Ye, only reached the Thirty-Third Heaven of the Dao."
Qin Mu said resentfully, "I know they're just jealous of me. I wasn't discouraged by them. I am the Overlord Body; I can take on ten Kai Huangs..."
Despite his words, he clearly lacked some confidence.
Lang Wan, the Divine King, led him flying out of the First Spirit Realm. Suddenly, Qin Mu remembered something and quickly asked, "The First Spirit who brought the three prophecies—is he not in the First Spirit Realm? Why didn't I see him this time?"
Lang Wan, the Divine King, hesitated for a moment before telling him the reason. "That First Spirit died after bringing back the three prophecies. Although we collected his divine consciousness and preserved it in the First Spirit Realm, his consciousness is in complete chaos, lacking coherent thought. Therefore, the twenty-seven First Spirits rule the First Spirit Realm."
Qin Mu inquired, "Can I see him?"
Lang Wan, the Divine King, hesitated again. "His thoughts are disordered. Even if you see him, it will be of no use. However, since he brought the three prophecies, and you are the sacred infant in the third prophecy, you should indeed see him."
She led Qin Mu to another part of the First Spirit Realm. The realm had no distinction between east, west, north, or south, nor up or down. It was vast and boundless, and Qin Mu had no idea how she determined their direction.
That First Spirit who brought the three prophecies was indeed as she had said—his thoughts and consciousness were completely chaotic. Other Creators' thoughts could form brain-like structures of flowing light, but his thoughts darted around wildly, some even tied into knots, clumped together like countless balls of yarn tangled up—very strange.
Qin Mu stood before this First Spirit. The light of his thoughts was extremely chaotic, flashing with various colors, indicating the disorder of his mind.
Within the light of his thoughts, Qin Mu saw fleeting images, but the First Spirit's thoughts were so chaotic that these images were distorted and meaningless.
"Can anyone truly foresee the future?" Qin Mu felt somewhat lost.
Lang Wan, the Divine King, said, "This is him."
She spoke softly, "Senior, the sacred infant from your prophecy has come to visit you."
As soon as she finished speaking, the light of the First Spirit's thoughts suddenly vanished, becoming utterly calm.
Qin Mu's spirits lifted. "Senior, I am the sacred infant from your prophecy. Can you still hear me? I want to know how you made such accurate prophecies. Can you tell me?"
Lang Wan, the Divine King, looked at him with a strange expression. This fellow's purpose was not to visit the senior but to figure out how his prophecies came about!
"The sacred infant's thinking is clearly quite different from normal people. Could it be a problem with his brain structure?" She glanced at Qin Mu's head, thinking to herself.
The First Spirit's thoughts flickered with light again, though very little.
His thoughts fluctuated: "Sacred infant..."
Lang Wan, the Divine King, was overjoyed. "The First Spirit actually spoke a complete sentence! Could he be waking up?"
Qin Mu's divine consciousness fluctuated, connecting with the First Spirit's thoughts. He laughed, "Naturally, it's me—the sacred infant from your third prophecy. Senior, all three of your prophecies have come true. Can you tell me how you obtained these three prophecies from the Creator First Spirits in the Ancestral Court? How did they know about future events?"
The First Spirit's thoughts touched his divine consciousness, and suddenly, the chaotic light of his thoughts burst forth. Thousands of streams of light flashed wildly in his mind, extremely agitated.
As Qin Mu connected with his thoughts, he immediately sensed a grand voice, an extremely angry voice: "So it was you!"
Qin Mu was bewildered. "What do you mean, 'so it was me'?"
As their thoughts connected, Qin Mu's mind saw a tall, young Creator with a piece of Tai Chu Divine Stone embedded in his brow.
This Creator's face still had some childishness; he should be quite young, with a sturdy build. Judging by his appearance, he could be considered a handsome man among the Creator race.
"You don't recognize me? I am Luo Xiao!"
The First Spirit's thoughts grew even angrier and more disordered. Thousands of thoughts and divine consciousness surged toward Qin Mu furiously: "You deceived me! You damn well deceived me..."
Seeing this, Lang Wan, the Divine King, was startled. She quickly severed the connection between their divine consciousness and thoughts, lifted Qin Mu in her hand, and flew away. "He's gone mad again! This First Spirit's thoughts are disordered—to you, that means he's insane! Let's go!"
She carried Qin Mu away swiftly. Behind them, the First Spirit Luo Xiao's thoughts, like countless chaotic balls of yarn, waved glowing tentacles and chased after them madly, trying to grab them, clearly extremely enraged.
Being chased by countless balls of yarn was something Qin Mu had never experienced before.
Lang Wan, the Divine King, frowned. "He often goes mad. His thoughts were already chaotic before, and now they're even worse. I could defeat him, but it would hurt him. It's better to avoid him."
Qin Mu's mind roared. He turned back to look at the thought-balls chasing after them, thinking, "What did he mean by that? Has he seen me before? And I deceived him? Hah, how is that possible? He's clearly a figure from a million years ago..."
The First Spirit Luo Xiao's thoughts raged furiously, chasing after them, but Lang Wan, the Divine King, was extremely fast. She soon shook him off and flew out of the First Spirit Realm.
"Close the First Spirit Realm immediately!"
As soon as Lang Wan, the Divine King, flew out of the First Spirit Realm, her divine consciousness fluctuated, spreading throughout the Cultivator race.
The chieftains, elders, and the million adult Creators quickly stopped their sacrifices. The beams of light in the sky retracted back to the altars. The beautiful woman's eyelids in the sky gradually narrowed, blurred, and finally disappeared.
Qin Mu looked up. As the First Spirit Realm vanished, the First Spirit Luo Xiao's thoughts still pounded against the barrier, trying to squeeze out from inside.
Fortunately, he was too late and couldn't escape the First Spirit Realm.
"This is our first meeting. There's no deep hatred between us. Why such relentless pursuit?" Qin Mu shook his head, quite puzzled.
Lang Wan, the Divine King, couldn't help shaking her head and sighed, "He's truly mad."
She descended slowly with Qin Mu, landing on the highest altar. Her divine consciousness turned into an extremely loud voice that resounded through heaven and earth: "The sacred infant has received the recognition of the First Spirits, inherited the wisdom of our ancestors, and now possesses supreme knowledge and wisdom. He will soon lead our race to glory and prosperity!"
Qin Mu's face glowed. He raised both hands and waved to the thousands of Creators below.
Below, the cheers were deafening. The Creators were ecstatic, their blood boiling. They visualized thousands of miraculous phenomena to celebrate.
Lang Wan, the Divine King, looked at the lively crowd below. Her divine consciousness gently fluctuated as she said to Qin Mu, "If you betray my race's expectations, I will kill you without mercy."
Qin Mu smiled slightly. "Divine King, I am now a Creator too. How could I betray my own race? Do you trust me?"
Lang Wan, the Divine King, looked into his clear eyes. After a moment, the Divine King revealed a smile that made Qin Mu lose focus.
"I trust you," she said softly.
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