"Eightfold Heaven of Divine Arts?"
God-Queen Langwo said, "This is him."
To enter the Dao through divine arts requires extraordinary insight into spells and techniques, but his habit had always been to set the grand direction for the Everpeace Reform, leaving the detailed work to others.
For instance, he deduced that primordial magnetism could form an entire Daoist system of divine arts, even worked out several equations to derive its rune system, but he never pursued it further—instead, he handed it straight to Granny Sue.
Granny Sue developed all the primordial magnetism runes and directly entered the Dao through this divine art. Quinn learned the runes and the great magnetism art, but missed his own chance at Dao-entry.
God-Queen Langwo glanced at him oddly, realizing his real motive was to figure out how prophecy worked, not to pay respects.
This time, Quinn succeeded simply by fusing the knowledge of two major cultivation systems, combining the ancient gods' rune Dao with the Creators' knowledge. By uniting divine sense and yuan-qi, he was able to push his divine arts to the Eighth Heaven in one leap.
However, the knowledge of these two systems isn't exhausted yet. He still needs to continue studying them if he hopes to elevate his divine arts even further.
He awoke from his Dao-entry, carefully savoring the insights gained during the process, feeling countless emotions: "I never thought entering the Dao would be so simple..."
God-Queen Langwo was delighted: "The Ancestor-Spirit actually spoke a complete sentence—could he be waking up?"
Is entering the Dao really so simple?
For countless generations, the Creators have waited in vain for their Saint Baby, and Quinn seemingly has no idea how hurtful his words are. If entering the Dao were truly so easy, would the Creators have ended up in such dire straits?
God-Queen Langwo led him flying out of the Ancestor-Spirit Realm. Suddenly, Quinn remembered something and quickly asked, "Isn't the Ancestor-Spirit who brought the Three Predictions in the realm? Why didn't I see him this time?"
God-Queen Langwo hesitated but finally explained, "After bringing back the Three Predictions, that Ancestor-Spirit died. We preserved his divine sense in the realm, but it's a complete mess, with no coherent thoughts. That's why the realm is ruled by the twenty-seven Ancestor-Spirits."
"Indeed, since you're our Saint Baby, you should be a peerless genius. Eighth Heaven is a bit low."
God-Queen Langwo hesitated, "His mind is chaotic—even if you see him, it won't do any good. But since he brought the Three Predictions and you're the Saint Baby of the third, you should meet him."
One Ancestor-Spirit tried to comfort him, "Eighth Heaven isn't bad at all. After all, you've entered the Dao. Saint Baby, don't take it to heart. Compared to ordinary Creators, you're still quite good."
Other Ancestor-Spirits chimed in, "As long as the Saint Baby keeps working hard, diligence can make up for dullness."
God-Queen Langwo saw this and was alarmed. She quickly severed their connection, grabbed Quinn, and fled: "He's gone mad again! For Creators, this mental chaos means insanity! Let's go!"
God-Queen Langwo watched the Ancestor-Spirits with a half-smile, then coughed.
Only then did the Ancestor-Spirits let Quinn off the hook and stop criticizing him.
God-Queen Langwo frowned, "He goes mad often. His mind was always chaotic, but now it's worse. I could fight him, but it would hurt him—it's better to avoid him."
The Ancestor-Spirits returned the bow, saying, "Saint Baby, do not forget your promise today. Restore peace to the Beyond-Shore World and the Grand Void Land as soon as possible. Now, you may leave."
Loren Shaw's mind surged in rage, chasing after them, but God-Queen Langwo was so fast that she quickly left him behind and flew out of the realm.
One by one, the Ancestor-Spirits faded into the depths of the Ancestor-Spirit Realm's red light, their thoughts still faintly rippling: "The Saint Baby is fine in every way, just a bit slow—only Eighth Heaven..."
"Quiet! Didn't you hear the God-Queen cough? She meant we shouldn't keep discouraging him—he's already upset."
"Heh, all our Creator wisdom only led to Eighth Heaven..."
"Enough!"
...
Quinn's face turned even uglier. Langwo God-Queen pressed her lips, stifling laughter, and whispered, "Don't mind their nonsense. Eighth Heaven of divine arts is truly remarkable. They only say this because you entered the Dao so easily. In truth, our Creator race has never been good at Dao-entry—they never reached this level in the past. Even the bandit leader Ye Greenwood Keane only attained the Thirty-Third Heaven."
God-Queen Langwo couldn't help but shake her head and sigh, "He's truly gone mad."
Despite his words, he was clearly still lacking in confidence.
Langwo God-Queen led him flying out of the Ancestor-Spirit Realm. Suddenly, Quinn remembered something and quickly asked, "Isn't the Ancestor-Spirit who brought the Three Predictions in the realm? Why didn't I see him this time?"
Langwo God-Queen hesitated but finally explained, "After bringing back the Three Predictions, that Ancestor-Spirit died. We preserved his divine sense in the realm, but it's a complete mess, with no coherent thoughts. That's why the realm is ruled by the twenty-seven Ancestor-Spirits."
God-Queen Langwo looked at the bustling crowd and sent a gentle divine-sense ripple to Quinn: "If you ever betray our people's hopes, I will kill you without mercy."
Langwo God-Queen hesitated, "His mind is chaotic—even if you see him, it won't do any good. But since he brought the Three Predictions and you're the Saint Baby of the third, you should meet him."
God-Queen Langwo gazed into his clear eyes. After a moment, she smiled, leaving Quinn momentarily dazed.
The Ancestor-Spirit who brought the Three Predictions was exactly as she described—his mind utterly chaotic. Other Creators' thoughts formed brain-like streams of light, but his darted everywhere, some knotted together like tangled balls of yarn—very strange indeed.
Quinn stood before the Ancestor-Spirit, whose thoughts flickered in a jumble of colors, reflecting his disordered mind.
Within the flickering lights, Quinn glimpsed flashes of images, but the Ancestor-Spirit's mind was so confused that the scenes were twisted and meaningless.
"Can anyone really predict the future?" Quinn wondered, bewildered.
Langwo God-Queen said, "This is him."
She softly said, "Elder, the Saint Baby you foretold has come to see you."
As soon as she finished speaking, the Ancestor-Spirit's chaotic lights vanished, becoming perfectly calm.
Quinn perked up, "Elder, I am the Saint Baby you predicted. Can you still hear me? I want to know how you made such accurate predictions—could you explain?"
Langwo God-Queen glanced at him oddly, realizing his real motive was to figure out how prophecy worked, not to pay respects.
"The Saint Baby's mind is clearly different from normal people. Is it something about his brain structure?" She glanced at Quinn's head, thinking to herself.
The Ancestor-Spirit's thoughts flickered again, though only a few lights appeared.
His thoughts rippled: "Saint Baby..."
Langwo God-Queen was delighted: "The Ancestor-Spirit actually spoke a complete sentence—could he be waking up?"
Quinn linked his divine sense with the Ancestor-Spirit and smiled, "Of course it's me—the Saint Baby of your third prediction. Elder, all three of your prophecies have come true. Could you tell me how you received those predictions from the Creators of the Ancestral Court? How did they know the future?"
As the Ancestor-Spirit's mind touched his divine sense, the previously chaotic lights erupted, thousands of streams flashing wildly in excitement.
As Quinn connected with his mind, he was overwhelmed by a vast, furious voice: "So it was you!"
Quinn was confused: "Why is it me?"
Their minds connected, and Quinn saw a tall, youthful Creator with a Taichu God-Stone set in his brow.
The Creator's face was still boyish, clearly young, with solid muscles. By Creator standards, he was quite handsome.
"Don't you remember me? I'm Loren Shaw!"
The Ancestor-Spirit's mind grew even more furious and chaotic, rage surging as thousands of divine sense threads rushed at Quinn: "You tricked me! You bastard tricked me..."
Langwo God-Queen saw this and was alarmed. She quickly severed their connection, grabbed Quinn, and fled: "He's gone mad again! For Creators, this mental chaos means insanity! Let's go!"
She whisked Quinn away at top speed, while behind them Loren Shaw's mind twisted into countless chaotic tangles, waving glowing tentacles in furious pursuit, trying to grab them.
Being chased by countless balls of tangled thought was a new experience for Quinn.
Langwo God-Queen frowned, "He goes mad often. His mind was always chaotic, but now it's worse. I could fight him, but it would hurt him—it's better to avoid him."
Quinn's head buzzed as he looked back at Loren Shaw's pursuing thought-tangles, thinking, "What did he mean just now? Has he met me before? Did I trick him? Ha, that's impossible—he's a figure from a million years ago..."
Loren Shaw's mind surged in rage, chasing after them, but Langwo God-Queen was so fast that she quickly left him behind and flew out of the realm.
"Close the Ancestor-Spirit Realm immediately!"
Langwo had just exited the realm when her divine sense rippled across the Creator race.
Chiefs, elders, and a million adult Creators quickly cut off the sacrificial channels. Beams of light in the sky retracted to the altars, and the eyelid of the beautiful woman in the sky gradually faded, blurred, and finally disappeared.
Quinn looked up as the realm vanished, seeing Loren Shaw's mind slam against the barrier, trying to break out.
Luckily, he was a step too late and failed to escape.
"It's our first meeting—we don't have any deep grudge. Why chase me so relentlessly?" Quinn shook his head, baffled.
Langwo God-Queen couldn't help but shake her head and sigh, "He's truly gone mad."
She gently brought Quinn down, landing atop the highest altar. Her divine sense became a resounding voice, echoing across heaven and earth: "The Saint Baby has been recognized by the Ancestor-Spirits, received ancestral inheritance, and now holds supreme knowledge and wisdom to lead our people to glory!"
Quinn's face glowed with pride as he raised both hands, waving to the countless Creators below.
Below, the cheers were deafening. The Creators were overwhelmed with excitement, their blood boiling, conjuring countless auspicious visions in celebration.
Langwo God-Queen looked at the bustling crowd and sent a gentle divine-sense ripple to Quinn: "If you ever betray our people's hopes, I will kill you without mercy."
Quinn smiled, "God-Queen, now that I am a Creator myself, how could I betray my own kind? Do you trust me?"
Langwo God-Queen gazed into his clear eyes. After a moment, she smiled, leaving Quinn momentarily dazed.
"I trust you," she said softly.
—— First update! Thanks to Ruoran-ge, Qingchen-gege, Yibu Xiaoxin, Koala, Renhe, I Love Reading Novels QAQ, Xiufei, Xuanyuan Jianqiang-ge, Handsome Sanlang in Closed Cultivation, Ziyan Mietian, Yesheng Fengkuang, Monk Muyuan, I Am a Grand Luo Golden Immortal, Shunqing Shengxiyue, Niuhuitou and other book-friend leaders for the red rewards!
Thanks to 'Chair of the Human World' for the silver reward—so many zeros backstage!
I don't get emotional in ticket-asking chapters, but with so many rewards, thank you all!