I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3733: 1809: A Hundred Faces (Part 2)

Chapter 3733: Chapter 1809: A Hundred Faces (Part 2)

Not just this, the stars shifted rapidly, extrapolating the future from the past, in an instant there could be myriad transformations, simulating countless possibilities for development.

“Recording me?”

The Ultimate Giant hovered in mid-air, like petrified stone.

Jin Ren felt as if he’d been fed a handful of mosquitoes, his emotions were stirred with mixed feelings.

In that moment, he actually didn’t know if the Intent Stripping should be activated, if the Li Country Blade should be launched, if the Ultimate Giant’s strike should fall…

“Ah!”

He roared in anger.

Holding his fist in mid-air, he wanted to invoke Infinite Silence, but quickly pulled back.

In the end, he could only ignite the ordinary power within his energy reserve, attempting a self-destruct with no lethal force.

“I told you, you can’t die.”

The little boy on the turtle’s back saw his struggle, feeling apologetic, waved his hand and starlight scattered again.

In an instant, Jin Ren’s thought of self-destruction was severed.

His mind was forcibly filled with the lavish life of royal nobility, the docile joys in the brothel, and the mournful cries of soldiers at the bitter cold frontier…

“Damn, damn, damn!”

Jin Ren was truly about to collapse.

This wasn’t a Dao ancestor, but an evil ancestor, the ancestor of disgust!

Following the true self for so long — he came late, the true self had already gained momentum, never before suffering such torture.

“Dao Qianshi!”

Jin Ren’s eyes were about to burst as he shouted in agony: “Either kill me, or imprison me for life, but don’t let me catch a chance, otherwise today’s…”

Swish!

Again, starlight swept across.

Jin Ren uttered a muffled cry, his eyeballs felt like they were about to pop out from pain.

The little boy on the turtle’s back laughed, resting his chin in his hand, lips moved:

“Do you hate me?”

“Your experience is shallow, as thin as paper, cultivating with rapid progress, your foundation is as unstable as duckweed, what you lack most is life experiences of all kinds.”

He watched as the giant convulsed in mid-air, seeing no good in letting him suffer, he could only sigh:

“Do you know how much Rao Yaoyao has contributed for cultivation on the Secular Sword to earn a tilt of resource from the clan?”

“I personally lend a hand today, assisting you in gaining life experiences and insights, though it might be forcing growth, but in extraordinary times using extraordinary means, and you blame me for evil? So be it.”

He lowered his head, patting the old turtle’s back, with a long sigh: “You may be in unbearable pain now, but the future you will be grateful, and if I must bear this infamy, your hatred, though not my wish, I can accept.”

Upon finishing, he looked up, grinned brightly, and casually scattered starlight once more.

Jin Ren: “Ah!!!”

…

“Where is this?”

Xu Xiaoshou glanced around, and saw that it was no longer the Ghost Buddha Realm, but a forested road, verdant and lush.

He was dressed in white, holding a sword.

His body was somewhat uncontrolled, inexplicably bowing towards the depths of the forest, and with tears of emotion, he said:

“In years to come, I don’t know when I can return, the grace of the master’s remaking, I have no means to repay.”

Resolutely, he turned towards the west:

“I will journey west, wielding the sword in hand, cutting through the four corners, until I find the desert, find the sea of flowers, discovering a new path for the Path of the Ancient Swordsman.”

“Master, take care!”

Having said that, he strode down the mountain.

Xu Xiaoshou was bewildered, what’s this and that, how did I suddenly end up here, a fantasy realm?

He felt this piece of “life?”, “memory?”, or something, seemed somewhat familiar.

He made every effort to lower his gaze, wanting to catch a glimpse of the sword in hand to confirm something.

To no avail.

Until he walked uncontrollably to the foot of the mountain, he paused and stood firm, taking a deep breath, pulling out the sword in hand, and said upon viewing it:

“Taicheng, the path is obstructed and long, are you ready?”

…

Taicheng Sword?

Little Tu? You Tu?

Am I not in the Ghost Buddha Realm, how did I become You Tu, where did this…

Memory?

Is this the scene on Jin Ren’s side?

Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t fathom what was happening now, inexplicably dragged into this “fantasy realm”.

He continued his journey west, killing Gods if Gods barred the path, killing Buddha if Buddha barred the way, wielding the Taicheng Sword, cutting through the mortal realm.

But suddenly, the scene shook, the view in front changed again, flooded with icy cold seawater, yet there was no sense of suffocation, instead an incomparable feeling of joy.

“Underwater World?”

A great palace of crystal lay beneath, the underwater world was full of icebergs, corals, and various strange creatures.

But the most eye-catching was not the surrounding fantasy realm, but the equally enormous Ice Crystal Phoenix ahead.

It had blue feathers on its wings, a splendid tail, the icy glow under its beak as bright as day, cold sealing the surroundings, claws wrapped in icy flame intertwining, astonishingly it was the Three Days Frozen Calamity!

“Phoenix?”

Xu Xiaoshou still retained his self-awareness, yet upon seeing this unknown creature, he was greatly astonished.

He had seen dragons, but never a phoenix.

Inexplicably brought to this underwater world, he actually saw such an ancient creature?

“I! Born of heaven and earth, naturally favored, destined on land to be called a Saint, the path in the deep sea referred to as Dragon.”

This wasn’t spoken by the Ice Phoenix ahead but came from within.

Accompanied by these strange yet comprehensible words of another race, Xu Xiaoshou’s eyes glanced around, still able to catch sight of his blue dragon tail slowly unwinding behind him.

Dragon?

Am I a dragon?

His contemplation served no purpose, his body still moved autonomously, and the severe words from his mouth hadn’t ceased:

“Ice Wind, you lead the Yue Clan, vainly trying to block my path to becoming the Ancestor?”

A great battle loomed imminent.

The great battle was finally over.

The Ice Phoenix bled, Xu Xiaoshou also struggled greatly, even spat out the Dragon Pearl, finally defeating the beast.

He experienced the pure Dragon Power, somewhat like the power of the Dragon Ancestor, on a quality level, yet far from being enough.

He was still pondering a question:

Who am I?

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