982 Luo Xiao, an Ancestor Spirit Who Lost Control (1/2)
'Eight heavens of divine arts?'
Qin Mu was in a daze and had some doubts. For a long time, he had tried to enter the path through divine arts but was ultimately unsuccessful.
To enter the path through divine arts, one needed to have extraordinary comprehension in spells and divine arts. He, however, was used to steering the general direction of Eternal Peace's reform, and the more meticulous work was often left to others.
For instance, he was the one who comprehended that magnetism could form the basis of a system of paths, skills, and divine arts. Hence, he sorted out a few equations that could deduce the runes of magnetism. However, he didn't continue the research, pushing it to Granny Si instead.
After researching all of the runes of magnetism, Granny Si directly entered the path of the magnetism divine art. Although Qin Mu had mastered the runes of magnetism and the magnetism divine art, he had missed out on a chance to enter the path.
Naturally, entering the path was a difficult task. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that only one in a billion would be able to do it.
This time, Qin Mu simply merged the knowledge of two great cultivation systems, combining his knowledge of the runes of the ancient gods' Great Dao with the masters of creation's consciousness. The two systems of consciousness and vital qi were mixed into one. Only through this could he deduce the eight heavens of divine arts in one move.
However, the knowledge of these two great systems hadn't been exhausted. He needed to continue comprehending these two systems, so as to push his divine arts to a greater level.
He woke up from entering the path and carefully comprehended the knowledge he gained from it. His heart was filled with emotions. ”I didn't realize entering the path was so easy…”
The 27 ancestor spirits were silent.
Was entering the path really so easy?
The holy infant, who the masters of creation had spent millions of years waiting for, didn't realize how hurtful his words were. If entering the path was indeed so simple, would the race of masters of creation end up in their current plight?
An ancestor spirit said, ”We originally thought you would directly achieve eighteen heavens of entering the path. We didn't expect it to just be eight.”
The rest of the gigantic ancestor spirits agreed and nodded their heads. ”Eighteen heavens would be considered more appropriate. Eight is deemed a little low.”
”Indeed, as the holy infant of our race, you are naturally a peerless talent. Eight heavens is a little low.”
Qin Mu stopped talking, his face as black as iron.
An ancestor spirit consoled him, ”It isn't too bad achieving eight heavens. Ultimately, you have entered the path. Holy infant, there is no need to take it to heart. Compared to ordinary masters of creation, you have done well.”
Other ancestor spirits said in succession, ”As long as the holy infant continues to work hard, he can make up for his lack of natural talent.”
”It's okay to be a little stupid. When a slow sparrow makes an early start, achieving great things is still possible!”
Divine King Lang Wo smiled ambiguously at these ancestor spirits and coughed.
Only then did they stop attacking him and let him off.
Qin Mu bowed and expressed his thanks to the ancestor spirits. He said, ”I have received the wisdom of the masters of creation. Hence, I will try my best to work for the welfare of the masters of creation.”
The ancestor spirits returned his courtesy and said, ”Holy infant, don't forget the promise you made today, restoring peace to the Paramita World and Great Void soon. You can leave now.”
”I won't forget what I have promised!” Qin Mu said solemnly.
The ancestor spirits faded into the red glow of the Ancestor Spirit World, one after another. Their consciousnesses continued to tremble ambiguously. ”Everything is good about the holy infant, except he's a little stupid. Eight heavens…”
”Quiet, did you not hear the divine king's cough? She wanted us to stop attacking him. He's already very upset.”
”Hehe, the wisdom of our entire race in exchange for eight heavens…”
”Stop talking!”
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Qin Mu's expression was getting worse. Divine King Lang Wo curled her lips as she tried to hold back her laughter. She then lowered her voice and said, ”You don't have to listen to their rubbish. Eight heavens of divine arts is considered remarkable. They acted like that because they saw how easily you entered the path. Actually, my race isn't skilled at entering the path, and they haven't been able to reach this level of proficiency in the past. You have to understand, even that thief Qin Ye is only able to achieve 33 heavens of entering the path.”
Qin Mu said resentfully, ”I know they're jealous of me. That's why I'm not affected by their words. I am the Overlord Body, able to fight 10 Founding Emperors head-on.”
Although he said this, he appeared to be unconfident.
Divine King Lang Wo took him and flew towards the outside of the Ancestor Spirit World. Suddenly, Qin Mu remembered something and hurriedly said, ”Is the ancestor spirit who arrived with the three prophecies not in the Ancestor Spirit World? Why did I not see him?”
Divine King Lang Wo hesitated a while before deciding to tell him the reason. ”That ancestor spirit died after he brought back the three prophecies. Although we collected his consciousness and stored it in the Ancestor Spirit World, his consciousness is a mess and doesn't possess complete thoughts. Hence, the Ancestor Spirit World is governed by the 27 ancestor spirits.”
Qin Mu asked, ”Can I see him?”
Divine King Lang Wo hesitated for some time before saying, ”His consciousness is in a disorderly state. Even if you see him, it'll be useless. However, since he is the one who delivered the three prophecies, you being the holy infant of the third prophecy should meet him.”
She brought Qin Mu to another part of the Ancestor Spirit World. There was no demarcation of north, south, east, and west. Also, there was no distinction between up or down. This was truly a vast and boundless place. Qin Mu had no idea how she determined her position.
The consciousness and thoughts of the ancestor spirit who delivered the three prophecies were indeed a mess. Other masters of creation could form their consciousness and thoughts into a head-shaped body of flowing light. For him, they were colliding around haphazardly. Some were clumped into lumps of knots, looking like countless balls of wool entangled together. It was indeed a strange scene.
Qin Mu stood in front of this ancestor spirit. The light given off by thoughts was disorderly, flashing all sorts of different colors. This meant that his thoughts were in a chaotic state.