I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3972 - 1896: Jin Mo_3
Chapter 3972: Chapter 1896: Jin Mo_3
Unexpectedly, I myself was even more of a Blood World Pearl than the Body of Decay. When I reached the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, the sacred mountain exploded, and when I arrived at the Time Realm Rift, it almost got destroyed as well.
I originally intended to take up the banner of Jiang Buyi and restore the former glory of the Jiang Clan, but the Jiang Clan is no more.
Though I have yet to fight, I’ve faced repeated defeats, and now Jiang Nayi is also willing yet powerless.
Is it fate to fall where you’ve fallen before?
The towers of the past were buried in mist and rain. Suddenly looking back, I realize I’ve been left alone, with no companions around.
The cold wind carries a few strands of gray hair scattered by the temples. Jiang Nayi halts, finding it hard to move, his heart aged, shedding silent tears.
“Old friends wither away like leaves falling from a tree…”
Reflecting on this life…
Forget it, there’s not much worth reflecting on.
Just an eternal second place, overshadowed by my brother Jiang Buyi’s brilliance all my life; even in death, I’m oppressed by his name—a bleak life from which I cannot escape.
Logically, when life reaches such a low, there should be a turning point where misfortune gives way to good fortune, right?
Day and night, Jiang Nayi hopes, always holding on to hope.
After all, how can a man stand among heaven and earth and stay long in submission?
If possible, who wouldn’t want to be the protagonist for once?
But alas, Jiang Nayi cannot.
His talent is inadequate, his ability lacking. He can’t compete with Lord Shou, can’t compare to the Ten High Nobles. Unless a pie falls from the sky to change his fate, there is no other way.
But dreaming of a pie falling from the sky…
Heh.
Jiang Nayi laughs at himself, not daring to dream anymore, stepping into the wind and snow.
“Let this vast snowstorm…”
He howls, trying to express the depression in his heart.
But his literary flair is also limited, struggling for a long time, his face flushed red, and can only cry out, “cover my face!”
Buzz!
A shock of thoughts.
Jiang Nayi bends over like a shrimpy thief, furtively looking around, finding he’s not in the familiar Northern Region snowfield.
“I didn’t come back?”
Instead, it’s like arriving in the dreamlike Ten Thousand Buddhas’ realm, shrouded everywhere in haze, a faint golden light illuminating all around.
“Om Mani Padme Hum…”
“Om Mani Padme Hum…”
Without inflection, the hurried and rapid chanting of the Buddha name rings in the ears with high frequency, making one’s scalp tingle and sending chills down the spine.
“Hey!”
Jiang Nayi roars loudly, giving himself courage: “Who’s playing tricks here, dressing up as God, playing the devil? I am Jiang Nayi of the Northern Region. Show yourself quickly!”
In the realm of Ten Thousand Buddhas, there’s no movement.
Yet the chant grows more urgent, the devilish energy in its tone creeping into the mind, chilling the heart.
Jiang Nayi’s knees soften, and he kneels directly, pressing palms together, starting to plead:
“Senior, powerful being, please spare me!”
“This junior means no offense, not knowing how I came into such a treasure land, but I harbor no greed. I beg you to let me return. I just want to live… My life has been enough already.”
Boom!
The Buddhist light blasts apart.
The realm of Ten Thousand Buddhas collapses in an instant.
A black beam emerges from the void, vaguely revealing an eighteen-tiered Floating Tower standing inverted, its golden body polluted into pitch black in a flash.
The coffin below the tower shakes, devilish energy flowing out, forming a stone statue hundreds of meters high amidst the illusory Nine Heavens.
“Oh my damn…”
Jiang Nayi sneaks a glance, his heart in despair; treating it as if he were already dead, living wasn’t interesting anymore.
This imagery, before the Time Realm Rift, he could be ignorant of it, but now in the five regions, who doesn’t know?
Demon Ancestor!
Amidst the thunderous Nine Heavens, a frenzied voice descends, shaking the soul, causing dizziness:
“Why not bow when meeting this Ancestor?”
Jiang Nayi bleeds from all orifices, nearly dying on the spot, yet he clings to the last thread of consciousness, prostrating and wailing in agony:
“Bow, I bow, O Ancestral God, Jiang Nayi bows indeed. Look, I bowed early on, I’m one of your disciples, a Spiritual Cultivator!”
Is this the Ancestral Divine Court?
What happened to me? How did I end up in this place?
Could it be that I, Jiang Nayi, have been chosen?
But…
This is the Demon Ancestor!
Demon signifies evil!
Do I, Jiang Nayi, look like an abominator? I originally intended to pledge my heart to the moonlight!
Jiang Nayi’s mind surges with emotions, torn between the desire to die and the sensation of being hit by a pie from the sky.
Maybe…
After dismissing the odds, I, Jiang Nayi, can really make it?
“What is the definition of ’demon’?”
The frenzied voice descends from the Nine Heavens again.
This time it sounds like a test.
Yes, it’s a test… Jiang Nayi’s thoughts boil, his eyes bloodshot, sensing that the opportunity to defy destiny lies in his response.
So, what is the definition of demon?
Jiang Nayi raises his head, tears and snot smudged all over his face, filthy beyond measure.
He stares directly at the Demon Ancestor’s stone statue, refusing to lower his gaze, an obsession in his eyes, a delusion in his heart.
Looking back at the past, all is a wasteland.
Striving on the Formal Path, positioned beneath others.
Flattering powers, still like worn shoes.
In the pride of life, forged mundane.
So those with inadequate talent and ability are born to be inferior, as worthless as grass, with no opportunity at all?
No, it’s not!
It can’t be so!
The way of spiritual cultivation stands for equality among all beings.
The Saint is one opportunity, the demon is also an opportunity.
Jiang Nayi stands up, bearing the pressure of the Demon Ancestor, stepping forward step by step, his aura rising, devilish energy surging around him.
Who says life can’t start anew?
Heaven has given me another chance, so this time, I, Jiang Nayi, will not advance step by step like a methodical cultivator.
I want to ascend to the heavens in one step!
I want to soar the skies in one step!
I want to enter the Devil Path, to advance ahead of all cultivators in the five regions, to become the highest, the supreme, Jiang Nai Gao!
What is the definition of ’demon’?
Jiang Nai Gao has already found the answer, he bellows at the sky hoarsely:
“I am the demon!!!”
The Demon Ancestor’s stone statue hesitates slightly, seemingly shaken by the overwhelming aura, and after a while, says:
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