Chapter 957 — The Corpse-Walkers of the Great Void
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"Corpses of prehistoric Creators?"
Shen Mu looked up. Those towering corpses walked upon the River of Stars as though treading upon water; each footfall sent strange rings of ripples spreading out.
The River of Stars was Wei Suifeng's divine ability; the slightest touch and its power would erupt. Yet these corpses of Creators could walk upon it without ever triggering it. Most strange.
Stranger still: this was a company of corpses walking through the Great Void!
The Great Void is vast beyond measure, and there is little enough in the void. Yet these giant corpses trudged onward on foot, as though they were ascetics, and the walking of the void were a discipline of theirs.
And yet they were only a band of lifeless corpses.
"What is the origin of these corpse-walkers?" Shen Mu asked Yun Chuxiu at his side.
Yun Chuxiu shook her head. "I do not know. Emperor Yunluo discovered them while exploring the Great Void. These corpses take pleasure in wandering the void and provoke no one. Emperor Yunluo found that they have neither soul nor spirit, and had been dead for I know not how many tens of thousands of years. And the wonder of it is this: walk beside them and the heart is all stillness; even the Great Void cannot sway your inner demons. If you should chance upon corpse-walkers, then you may count this journey a safe one."
The corpse-walkers walked upon the River of Stars, and the tower ship followed beneath the river, keeping pace with them. And indeed, with such corpse-walkers there, no inner demon rose and no strange sign appeared.
Suddenly Shen Mu flew out from the tower ship, skirted the River of Stars and came to the surface of the river, to study the corpse-walkers closely.
"Heavenly Venerable Mu, what are you doing?"
Everyone aboard was startled, their scalps crawling. Yun Chuxiu cried aloud: "Those corpse-walkers are our guardian spirits. Do not be reckless!"
Lian Huahun's eyes flickered; softly she said: "Heavenly Venerable Mu is so bold and willful. Better to be rid of him, and then we may be easy. What say you all?"
Luo Wushuang frowned slightly and glanced at the others. Almost everyone aboard the tower ship nodded, in favor of putting Heavenly Venerable Mu to death.
"It seems Heavenly Venerable Mu has not yet seen it: aboard this ship, almost everyone wants him dead."
A sense of absurdity rose in Luo Wushuang's heart. In name, Shen Mu was the head of this expedition, leading them to join Heavenly Venerable Fire and Heavenly Venerable Void. Yet who would have thought that nearly everyone aboard meant to be rid of him!
Even Luo Wushuang himself had a score to settle with Shen Mu: the debt of a severed arm.
"This journey to the Great Void looks to have been arranged for the sole purpose of doing away with the boy Shen Mu, and not for exploring the void at all," Luo Wushuang thought.
Shen Mu turned a deaf ear to the calls from the ship and went on observing the corpse-walkers.
They were indeed prehistoric Creators, each with a Primordial Divine Stone set in the brow, only they had been dead beyond knowing how long. He could feel no blood moving in them, nor any breath at all.
These prehistoric Creators walked on and on in a single direction, and that direction was precisely the one Wei Suifeng's River of Stars divine ability pointed toward.
Shen Mu flew to the side of one corpse-walker and circled the giant's body, trying to learn how these Creators had died.
Strangely, there was not a wound upon these corpse-walkers, and the garments on their bodies were bright and new.
Shen Mu pondered a moment, then his sword core became a flying sword and cut a corner from one corpse-walker's robe. Curiously, the robe grew back at once.
The robe grew because these corpses' consciousness, through the Primordial Divine Stone, created matter.