I Made The World Mutate

Can the divine spirit tablets simply be moved on a whim?

Zhao Xuewen seemed to disagree with Xiao Mu's suggestion and asked, "Master, have you discovered something?"

He wanted to know what Xiao Mu had found before making a decision.

Xiao Mu explained, "I just took a closer look, and there are cracks on both of your family's divine spirit tablets."

"Cracks?"

Zhao Xuewen was startled and hurried over to see them.

Cracks appearing on the divine spirit tablets indicated a significant problem, and he was aware of that.

He walked over to the spirit tablets, bowed to the ones representing his grandfather and father, apologised for disturbing them, and then respectfully picked up and inspected each of the spirit tablets.

However, after a long time, he still couldn't locate any cracks.

Looking at Xiao Mu helplessly, some degree of suspicion appeared on his face, "Master, the cracks that you mentioned..."

Xiao Mu shook his head and explained, "These cracks, common people generally cannot see."

This...

Zhao Xuewen looked at Xiao Mu with a helpless expression.

How could he determine the truth of Xiao Mu's words if he couldn't see them?

Nevertheless, he was really worried about his family's affairs. With an attitude of better safe than sorry, he once again asked Xiao Mu, "Master, in your view, what is the cause of my family's current situation?"

Xiao Mu thought for a moment, then modestly said, "I can't exactly say, I can only infer based on the phenomenon I see."

Zhao Xuewen earnestly said, "Please say it, Master. As long as your words make sense, I will consider it seriously."

"Very well."

Xiao Mu sorted out his thoughts and then continued, "When the divine spirit tablets fall, it usually signifies that the ancestors have been disturbed."

Zhao Xuewen nodded; Xiao Mu's words made perfect sense. The spirit tablets wouldn't fall if they were not disturbed.

And Xiao Mu continued, "But the divinity tablets of your family, not only have they fallen, but they also have cracks. So, I suspect that the problem arises below the ground, not on the surface."

"Below ground?"

Zhao Xuewen looked at Xiao Mu with confusion.

He didn't quite understand Xiao Mu's logic.

Xiao Mu nodded and patiently explained, "Yes, below ground. When the ancestor's tablets fall, it could solely be because a later generation has committed misdeeds, morally weakened, with the ancestor tablets giving a warning."

"But when ancestor's tablets are cracked, it means your ancestral spirits themselves are the ones getting hurt."

"This..."

Zhao Xuewen cried out in astonishment, "Master, you're saying that my ancestors are injured? Underground?"

"Correct."

Xiao Mu's words were astounding and completely stunned Zhao Xuewen, "From what I inferred, your ancestral spirits underground should be under attack from evil absurdities and evil ghosts."

Zhao Xuewen was so terrified that he yelped, his face full of horror and disbelief, "Under attack from evil ghosts? My family's ancestors? How is that possible? Master, do you have a way to help my grandfather and my father?"

Xiao Mu regretfully shook his head, apologizing, "I'm sorry. I cannot interfere with the battles happening underground at the moment."

If his cultivation was deeper, if he could advance to a higher realm, maybe he would be qualified to intervene in underground conflicts, but at the current Spiritual Qi Realm, he was incapable.

Zhao Xuewen's face darkened, showing a look of disappointment and anxiety.

But then Xiao Mu continued, "That's why I suggested moving the ancestral tablets. If they don't get moved, by staying here, your grandfather and father are at risk of being killed by the evil ghosts."

Humans can become ghosts when they die, and ghosts can also die. Once a person dies, a spirit tablet can be erected for them, but when a ghost dies, there won't even be anything to show reverence to.

Xiao Mu wasn't exaggerating.

Evil things have appeared, and their point of emergence is exactly at Zhao Family's Ancestral Hall.

Therefore, Zhao Xuewen's grandfather and father were in the frontline, the first ones to be subjected to ghost attacks.

Zhao Xuewen bowed his head in contemplation, unsure of what to do.

Xiao Mu solemnly advised, "This is a serious matter, you better give it careful consideration."

"Haha!"

The young king Tianwu suddenly burst into laughter, looking at Xiao Mu, he disapprovingly exclaimed, "My friend, aren't you exaggerating? Saying that evil ghosts are attacking Mr. Zhao's ancestors, isn't that rather hyperbole?"

"As for those petty evil ghosts, it doesn't matter if they don't show up. If they dare to appear, I can kill them."

With that, he turned to Zhao Xuewen, confidently saying, "Mr. Zhao, you don't have to worry, with me here, I assure you that your family will be safe, and your ancestral spirit tablet will be unscathed."

The confidence in the young man's words struck Zhao Xuewen who was in a panic. He felt as if he had found a backer, "Thank you! Tianwu King, thank you!"

He bowed to the young man several times, his face filled with gratitude.

"But..."

Following that, Zhao Xuewen glanced at Xiao Mu and said, "But, Master Mu said that my ancestors are under attack underground, what if..."

Zhao Xuewen's face was full of worry.

"Attack? Haha! In my opinion, that's just scaremongering!"

Tianwu king waved his hand dismissively, completely dismissing Xiao Mu's words, "Mr. Zhao, I ask you, how long has it been since your father and grandfather died?"

"This..."

Zhao Xuewen was momentarily stunned, but quickly responded, "My grandfather died over twenty years ago, and my father has been gone for fifteen years."

"That's right."

Tianwu king chuckled, "The least of them have been gone for fifteen years. Mr. Zhao, I'm going to say something unpleasant. You mustn't be offended. They've been dead for so long, whether they're still around is uncertain, maybe they've reincarnated long ago."

"Even if we take a step back, even if they haven't reincarnated, as Mr. Mu said, even if evil ghosts really are attacking them underground, wouldn't they know to come up and fight the evil ghosts? Wouldn't they know that we are all in the ancestral hall? Wouldn't they know that coming up to fight with us would help them?"

"This..."

Zhao Xuewen's eyes lit up.

Tianwu King's words were persuasive, immediately striking a chord with him.

Yes, if his father and grandfather really were being attacked by evil ghosts, wouldn't they know to come up and fight the evil ghosts? Wouldn't they know to ask for help? Why must they fight the evil ghosts underground?

"Tianwu King makes a lot of sense, I don't think you need to go through all this trouble."

Qiao Feng, who had been silent all along, suddenly couldn't help but interject, clearly agreeing with Tianwu King's words.

Zhao Xuewen turned to Xiao Mu, "Mr. Mu, you see, Tianwu King's point of view is quite reasonable..."

Actually, he wanted to hear Xiao Mu's counterargument, to help him make a better judgment.

"Haha!"

Xiao Mu just laughed, with no intention of rebuttal.

Indeed, what Tianwu king said had some truth.

Reasonably, if the evil ghosts were attacking Zhao Xuewen's grandfather and father, the two could indeed choose to come up and fight the evil ghosts.

As for why they haven't come up, Xiao Mu guessed that it had something to do with the imminent appearance of the evil abomination.

Perhaps, Zhao Xuewen's grandfather and father wanted to come up but couldn't?

However, this was not necessary to mention with Tianwu King and Qiao Feng present. Even if he did mention it, Zhao Xuewen might not believe him.

Shaking his head, Xiao Mu left the ancestral hall. Time was pressing, he had no more time for discussions.

Zhao Xuewen's grandfather and father couldn't hold on much longer. Once they both died, the abomination would appear immediately.

This abomination was too strong, he had to hurry to make some arrangements, otherwise facing the powerful abomination, he himself might hardly escape calamity.

He had already given a warning and a reminder, but alas, Zhao Xuewen did not believe him. Since this was the case, there was no use in saying any more.

Soft words couldn't save doomed ghosts. He needed to think of himself first.