I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3977: 1898: Clash_2
Chapter 3977: Chapter 1898: Clash_2
If within one’s power, merely wading into a shallow water could retrieve one or two people, and at worst, it could help uncover some secrets.
Driven by such benefits, what seemed like two choices were actually only one.
Bazhun’an and Xu Xiaoshou had the same reaction, choosing to rescue.
This rescue effort actually turned out fine for Bazhun’an, who couldn’t catch the fast train.
However, Xu Xiaoshou, who had been enjoying the convenience of Intent’s Extreme Realm, suddenly realized that after half a year of smooth sailing, things were truly getting messed up this time.
The filth of the Demon Ancestor was no lesser than the Holy Emperor!
The Saint Statue condensed by the Cold Palace Holy Emperor, that cold sculpted hand, clearly came not to destroy his intent but to capture him alive!
What exactly is the Demon Ancestor plotting…
Previously, along the river of time, I was not captured, but now he wants to capture me, why…
The Cold Palace Holy Emperor was initially in seclusion, so is this considered breaking out, or does it represent complete infiltration of Demon Ancestor’s intent into Yue Hongli…
None of it matters!
Xu Xiaoshou had only one thought left: I must not be caught!
Once captured, the abilities like Intent’s Extreme Realm and Time Dao’s Super Taoization would inevitably be fully exposed.
Moreover, the Demon Ancestor might even get a glimpse of what’s happening inside the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, and even the world behind the three doors.
After all…
Dao Peipei is merely Dao Peipei, while the Demon Ancestor is the Ancestral God.
Strictly speaking, the Demon Ancestor stands at the same level as Time, Name, and Nu.
“Come, come, come…”
The cold sculpted hand reached for the Heart-washing Pond.
Xu Xiaoshou’s intent was frozen, unable to self-dissolve.
Having realized it was meant to capture alive rather than destroy, he found a glimmer of hope amidst the Death Realm, and the power of guidance was pushed to its extreme.
“Hurry, hurry, there’s no time…”
No more detours!
Guiding openly!
Moon Fox, you’re my last hope; quickly save me——
At the crucial moment, as the cold sculpted hand just grabbed the entire Heart-washing Pond space, a voice full of surprise came from the distant direction of Tingyu Pavilion:
“Father! You’re out of seclusion?”
Yue Gongli woke up drowsily but was overexcited.
His white pajamas still hanging open, belt undone, he had already flown out into the void.
He didn’t even know why he was so excited, why he was so joyful about his father breaking seclusion, or why it didn’t even appear like a complete release from seclusion…
Just as he reached high altitude, Yue Gongli’s face twitched violently, his whole body began to tremble as if resisting something.
He spat a mouthful of blood, then bit his own tongue in an attempt to reclaim himself through pain.
But to no avail.
The upright Moon Fox.
As his pajama pants slipped, he knelt in the void, raising his hands high, shouting loudly with a voice that echoed throughout the entire Cold Palace Emperor Realm:
“Receive! Divine! Descending! Technique!”
The maids of Tingyu Pavilion raised their heads in unison, various elders from the halls opened their doors and the people of the Cold Palace stared into the distance.
Yue Gongli’s shout ended with nothing occurring but blood trickling from his seven orifices.
Rumble!
The cold sculpted hand lifted the entire Heart-washing Pond.
This enormous cold pond, both a “holy land” and a “forbidden grounds”, was grasped into the void, witnessed by all as they felt horror.
The saint’s will swept through it.
Inside it was empty.
Xu Xiaoshou’s intent had long since fled far away.
“Unfilial son, ruined my plans!”
A scolding voice echoed from the direction of the Cold Palace Cave Heaven, the Saint Statue was dissolved, the Power of Divinity dissipated.
The Cold Palace Holy Emperor seemed to know that the opportunity was fleeting, even skipping the process of searching his son.
“Cough, cough!”
High in the void, Yue Gongli held his nearly cracked head, coughing blood.
Having regained his senses, the first thing he did was to pull up his pants and then gnash his teeth, cursing bitterly:
“Xu! Xiao! Shou!”
Yes, he had been tricked.
Xu Xiaoshou’s will directly appeared in his mind, without giving him time to react, and once it appeared, it self-destructed.
It was as if Yue Gongli was just a transit stop, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly entered his mind, relieved himself, and then took himself out.
Came and went in a rush.
Being unable to control this comings and goings freely left him infinitely frustrated, Yue Gongli was about to go crazy.
“What did I ever do to provoke you?”
“This body, it already self-destructed once!”
…
The starry sky was silent.
Vast and boundless.
A gigantic purple pupil stood firm like a planet over the blackness, seemingly blinking once, with a hint of mockery.
“Splash…”
Then the scattered light points spread across the sky, followed by an auditory hallucination, the starry sky scenery ceased, the illusion began to rise and fall.
Such bizarre phenomena were what Xu Xiaoshou saw when his intent fled into Yue Gongli’s body.
He “self-destructed” immediately, disintegrating that wandering intent, giving no one an opportunity to capture it.
Undoubtedly, this time it was successful.
After all, if the Cold Palace Emperor intended to take action against him, the first to resist would be the external body of Yue Gongli.
In an instant, fate changed.
Xu Xiaoshou’s intent was finally resolved.
Yet, before “dying,” he saw clearly what lay beneath the floating illusion within Yue Gongli’s body.
Countless black-purple skeletal hands stacked upward, forming a massive blood-bone divine throne. Atop the throne, the three-headed and six-armed Cursed Yin, whom he had once defeated, reclined with crossed legs, eyes closed in a leisurely nap, displaying a truly nonchalant demeanor.
As if sensing someone scrutinizing him, He casually lifted an eye, casting a glance bright with radiant purple that submerged all.
“Oh, escaped?”
…
“Alive.”
In the Qianshi Emperor Realm, Xu Xiaoshou blinked rapidly.
Upon regaining his senses, he noticed he was drenched in cold sweat, experiencing a post-jitter akin to having ventured near the Gates of Hell.
Clearly, he merely wanted to fish up Xiao Wanfeng…
Clearly, all he had deployed was a single intent…
“You were impulsive.”
Dao Peipei’s mouse finally succeeded, consuming Xu Xiaoshou’s elephant, job finished.
He lifted his head, smiling brightly:
“In plain view, it’s a game, in secret, it’s also a game.”
“No Ancestor God who’s survived till today is a good soul.”
“While you’re strategizing against Them, They’re also plotting how to target you; one careless move…”
He presented Xu Xiaoshou’s elephant in his hand, tossing it outside the game, declaring: “Total defeat.”
Xu Xiaoshou opened his mouth, unable to make a sound.
He squinted his eyes, pulling out a small notebook, scribbling something furiously.
“Hey hey hey…”
Dao Peipei grew anxious, “It’s got nothing to do with me, alright? I was merely giving you a reminder; surely, you’re not that petty?”
He wasn’t entirely sure what precisely had transpired.
Just that Xu Xiaoshou suddenly jolted, evidently not merely because he lost the elephant.
He must have been unable to resist intervening in the game.
And consequently retreated, defeated.
“It’s unrelated to you.”
Xu Xiaoshou was uninterested in engaging with the other side.
He swiftly reviewed everything, frowning deeply in contemplation.
Dao Peipei was right; Demon Ancestor and Cursed Yin were too insidious, nearly falling for it.
A benevolent heart cannot command soldiers; unless Bazhun’an dies, even if the sky falls, he himself must not intervene.
Even if it’s merely the slightest extent of willpower!
A player entering the game, even on the periphery, the result is such—who enacted it previously, had one forgotten?
Yet this adventure, though it barred entry to the sword tower, was not without gains.
“The intent of Demon Ancestor within Yuegong Han, the spirit of Demon Ancestor in the sword tower, the body of Demon Ancestor at Cross Corner Street, can already link…”
“Thus it seems, the arrival of Demon Ancestor merely lacks opportunity, and He is vigorously pushing, creating this opportunity…”
“Plus the Cursed Yin!”
Upon entering Yue Gongli once more, the Cursed Yin witnessed, harboring a clear strength.
“What He left within the Moon Fox body is not as outsiders imagined, merely a mere idle move.”
“That is absolutely on par with the power on Ai Cangsheng, and that one glance!”
He saw Him.
He saw him too.
Yue Gongli couldn’t stop him from resolving his intent; Cursed Yin obviously had the time and ability, yet didn’t stop. Why?
Leaving him to fight the Demon Ancestor, He reaps the benefits?
That’s too superficial.
Xu Xiaoshou quickly realized something, his awareness retreating swiftly, entering the Apricot Realm, randomly activating a spiritual energy avatar.
He arrived directly in front of the four Ancestral Gods, focusing on the Dragon Apricot:
“Where’s the item I asked you to safeguard?”
The Dragon Apricot Spirit was still asleep, heard his voice, extended its tail, presenting a doll.
Cursed Yin Puppet!
Within, most of the Cursed Yin’s intent and power were sealed.
Of course, “most” was previously thought; now it seems at most half of His power upon awakening, perhaps even less.
The avatar sent, delivering the Cursed Yin Puppet back to his main body.
He wanted to personally safeguard the Cursed Yin Puppet to prevent any accident.
When the Cursed Yin Puppet entered the inner world, the illusionary Cursed Yin Divine Throne image appeared, a tempting bewitching voice following suit:
“Let’s make a deal, Xu Xiaoshou…”
Xu Xiaoshou didn’t hesitate, sealing off the leaking beguiling power from the Cursed Yin Puppet, shackling illusionary sights, sounds at inception.
Hallmaster Dao can be the mediator, be that guarantor, offering ample exchange benefits.
He could trade.
Could Cursed Yin personally come?
What credibility does Cursed Yin have?
Cursed Yin is solely obsessed with revenge, seemingly only remaining with vengeance!
Having completed everything, Xu Xiaoshou paused for a moment, sent out an intent, solemnly:
“Bazhun’an, we’re out of time.”
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