What was death?
Darkness, emptiness, everything disappeared. He couldn't see, hear, or feel anything. It was empty like a ghost.
"Am I dead?"
A thought rose up in his mind. It was like a candle flame in the darkness, dispelling a small part of the darkness.
"I thought I couldn't feel anything when I died?"
"Why do I still have a thought?"
Death, Chu Mu had experienced it before. That death allowed his soul to cross over from Earth to Ancient Sword Continent and obtain a new life.
What about this death?
…
"World Spirit, where are you?" Saint King shouted.
He used the Eighteen Star Blue God Pearl to leave the Eighteenth Hell and enter the next level. He thought that he could easily find the World Spirit but he realized that he couldn't find it at all.
This was a grey void. There was no sky, no earth, and no end. There was no sense of direction or extremity. One couldn't even feel the flow of time. If Chu Mu was here, he would discover that this was the place where he had entered through the spatial door of the thirteenth hell. Due to the spatial door's instability, he had stayed here.
Mini Chaotic Void!
After Saint King entered, he kept searching but he couldn't find the so-called World Spirit. There was only a grey void. This made him feel like cold water had been poured on his excitement and joy. He felt frustrated.
World Spirit!
The Imperial Dynasty had worked hard for thousands of years for the Eighteen Deep Blue God Pearls but they had only obtained three. They didn't know how long it would take for them to gather the Eighteen Deep Blue God Pearls. They didn't expect the pearls to move and come to the Eighteen Deep Blue Hell.
They were sure that the World Spirit was in the Eighteen Deep Blue Hell. As long as they found the World Spirit, they could gain the recognition of the World Spirit and become the Child of the World and then the Lord of the World.
Just think about it. Once one became the World Master of the vast Deep Blue World, they would possess a power that surpassed a Saint Emperor. They would be able to control an entire world and control the life and death of countless living beings. They would be supreme and unparalleled. Just thinking about it made them extremely excited.
What was the point of cultivating so hard?
In order to live longer?
Maybe that wasn't wrong, but when one's cultivation reached a certain level, longevity was no longer the main goal. Only a higher status, greater strength, above everything else, that was the true goal.
However, in this era, the Great Dao was weak. Sage Emperors did not appear. Cultivating to the Holy Venerate was already the limit. Even if one had the talent to become a Sage Emperor, they did not have the environment to become one.
Perhaps if the Great Path continued to weaken, even Holy Venerables would find it difficult to cultivate.
The stronger a cultivator was, the more they could sense it, especially the Half-Holy Emperors. Their strength was starting to be affected.
Therefore, finding the World Spirit and obtaining its recognition became a way out.
Although finding the Spirit of the World might not get the recognition of the Spirit of the World, finding it first would always give him the upper hand.
The Saint Kings who were full of hope were gradually affected by disappointment and became annoyed.
At this moment, some Saint Venerables from various races were in the Eighteen Deep Blue Hell. They stepped into the No Return Sword Gallery and were constantly fighting. They were strong, but they did not have Chu Mu's ability to recover quickly. Therefore, their killing efficiency was not as good as Chu Mu's.
… …
"Am I alive or dead?"
This question kept popping up. Chu Mu could not tell.
If he was alive, then why couldn't he hear, see, touch or feel anything. There was only darkness and void. If he was dead, then why could he still think?
Alive or dead, this question lingered in Chu Mu's mind, if he still had a mind.
His current state was extremely strange. Even he could not tell.
The two swords had almost killed a Supreme Saint, and his heart had been pierced through by the Supreme Saint's sword. This kind of injury should not have been fatal, but the power of the sword was extremely terrifying. It had shattered the origin of the Wood Aspect and shattered his heart. It had spread throughout his body. The power of the Withering Secret Technique could barely resist that power.
In the end, Chu Mu didn't know whether to laugh or cry because he wasn't directly killed by the sword. Instead, he was killed by the Azure Wither Secret Technique's power. In order to resist that power, he also had to heal the wounds he had sustained. This caused his lifespan to be consumed even more. Although he ultimately healed the wounds on his body, his lifespan was completely consumed and he died.
Chu Mu really did not know what to say about such a way of dying.
The way of dying that he did not want was to use up his lifespan, but he had encountered it.
In his current state, whether he was alive or dead, even Chu Mu himself couldn't tell.
He could not hear, see, touch, or feel anything. It was complete darkness. He did not know where he was or how much time had passed. He did not know loneliness. It was as if he would exist forever.
He was like duckweed floating in the darkness.
Chu Mu kept thinking. No matter how time passed, no matter how darkness invaded him, he did not feel impatient. He was completely in a state of absolute calmness. Chu Mu could tell that this calmness was not the calmness that he possessed. It was more like a calmness that had lost all emotions.
Chu Mu did not know what was going on in this situation. He could not understand it, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
Unconsciously, Chu Mu began to recall.
He recalled his experiences on Earth. The first time he held a sword, the first time he swung a sword, the first time he practiced with a sword, the first time he stepped on the path of a swordsman, the first time he became a swordsman, the first time he died and was reborn on the Ancient Sword Continent.
On the Ancient Sword Continent, as a disciple of the Azure Edge Sword Sect, one's cultivation base in the Sword Qi realm would start from nothing. Step by step, they would grow stronger, encountering one opponent after another. As the saying went, one genius after another would fall under their sword, becoming stepping stones that allowed them to climb up step by step.
The geniuses of sects, dynasties, regions, and continents advanced step by step. His life did not stop, and his battles did not stop.
From the Ancient Sword Continent, he entered the Immemorial Realm. From the Immemorial Realm, he entered the Ancient Divine World. After that, he entered the Deep Blue World.
He advanced one world after another, growing stronger with each world. Not long ago, he reached the strength of a peak Great Holy Venerate, the peak of the experts in the Deep Blue World.
His parents, his big brother, Senior Brother Xiao Qianfeng …
Many familiar faces that he had not seen for many years appeared in his mind, vivid in his mind.
It was as if Chu Mu was reliving everything that had happened in the past, making him feel as if he was in an illusion.
Were those experiences just a dream?
He could not distinguish between reality and illusion.
As he drifted, he could not see the end. Suddenly, a light appeared before him.
That light was like a lighthouse in the vast sea at night, guiding the direction of a lost person. Chu Mu instinctively flew towards that light.
After flying for an unknown amount of time, Chu Mu finally arrived before that light. That light was like a hole. Without hesitation, Chu Mu charged into it.
Instantly, he saw and felt as if he had come back to life.
The alternation between life and death, the wandering between life and death, made him unable to distinguish. This was because he could feel his own existence. He could hear, see, and feel. However, he did not have a body. It was as if only his soul remained. However, it did not feel like a soul.
"This … is the Minor Primal Chaos Void." A voice suddenly sounded. It was neither cold nor hot, neither high nor low, neither salty nor light, neither slow nor fast. This voice seemed to be the voice of the Heavenly Dao. Every word contained infinite mystery. Chu Mu seemed to see the world evolving before his eyes. However, he did not comprehend anything.
"World Spirit … …" With a flash of inspiration, Chu Mu spoke with an uncertain tone.
As Chu Mu's voice fell, a cloud of fog spread out from the void in front of him. The fog was gray, like the color of chaos at the beginning of the world. It had no facial features or limbs. It fluctuated rhythmically. Chu Mu realized that the fluctuations contained infinite mystery.
This was completely out of Chu Mu's expectations. He originally thought that his body was gone and only his soul was left. However, he could not leave this place and could not find the World Spirit, let alone obtain the recognition of the World Spirit.
However, there was a glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel.
The World Spirit that the Sacred Ruler had not been able to find had appeared before Chu Mu of its own accord. If the Sacred Ruler knew about this, it was unknown whether his lungs would explode from anger.
As for those powerhouses who were still fighting in the Corridor of No Return or racking their brains to enter the Eighteenth Level, if they knew about this, it was unknown whether they would vomit blood or not.
All of this had nothing to do with Chu Mu. His attention was completely focused on the gray fog in front of him.
"I have noticed you since you entered the Deep Blue World." The voice of the World Spirit sounded again. It was like the voice of the Great Dao, which surprised Chu Mu slightly. However, when he recalled that this was the World Spirit that controlled the entire Deep Blue World, it was not strange that he had been noticed.
"Legend has it that if one finds you and obtains your recognition, they can become the Son of the World and possess the power of the world. Is this true?" Chu Mu did not know what to say for a moment, so he asked.
"Yes." The World Spirit answered very simply.
"Then how can I obtain your recognition?" Chu Mu asked again.
"Those who do not obtain my recognition cannot see me." The World Spirit answered. This sentence made Chu Mu not know how to express his excitement.
Originally, everyone, including him, thought that they must first find the World Spirit and then find a way to obtain the recognition of the World Spirit. Only then could they obtain the power of the World Spirit and become the Son of the World.
However, Chu Mu now understood that his previous thoughts were all wrong. Because finding the World Spirit was equivalent to obtaining the recognition of the World Spirit. In other words, only by obtaining the recognition of the World Spirit could one find the World Spirit. Rather than saying that one had to find the World Spirit, it was better to say that the World Spirit found itself.
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