I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3048: Chapter 1575: Shadow Birth Solitude Abyss and Departure, Ancestral God Descends to Lower Realm to Search for Former Enemies_3

There, there was the true bustle of human life, in stark contrast to the Yunshan Emperor realm, where time dragged on interminably, year after year.

Sword Deity Hua Changdeng, as a practitioner, wandered outside, while Hua Yuan was in charge of internal affairs.

When Sword Deity Hua Changdeng entered the Land of Screen and Candles, Hua Yuan was in charge of internal affairs.

When Sword Deity Hua Changdeng became a semi-saint, Hua Yuan was in charge of internal affairs.

As a shadow, Hua Yuan spent the first half of his life within the Yunshan Emperor realm of the five great aristocratic families of the Holy Emperor.

This time, if it weren’t for the Invitation to Saint from Ai Cangsheng and Sword Deity Hua Changdeng’s sudden approval, Hua Yuan would have had difficulty stepping even half a step out of the Yunshan Emperor realm.

The demi-saint chose self-imprisonment.

Yunshan Emperor realm, that was Hua Yuan’s self-imposed prison.

Yue Gongli seemed to know precisely the kind of stories we self-imprisoned souls longed to hear; conveniently, he was also someone who loved to talk.

“…You have no idea, back then your brother Hua Changdeng pulled out the Land of Screen and Candles for me, for thirty years, who could move him? He wouldn’t even consider why he now dares to become a semi-saint. Without me, he would never have awakened his Secular Sword Heart!” Yue Gongli stood with his hands on his hips.

“But then, all of a sudden, that flamboyant Elder Dao is just trying to irk me intentionally, directly appointing his sister as one of the three emperors. I just turned around and walked away in disgust!” Yue Gongli looked dejected.

“Hahaha, now it’s all good, by letting his sister become one of the three emperors, he even had the position of Hallmaster snatched from him… The moment I heard that Jiang Nayi came to the Divine Relics looking for me, dared to command me in the name of Dao Xuanji, I couldn’t help but laugh. I just turned around and chopped off her dog’s leg, one hand, and one leg!” Yue Gongli gestured excitedly.

As Hua Yuan listened on, a rare smile crept onto his face.

The stories, from Yue Gongli’s side, were purely exaggerated, comedic versions, with himself always as the sole protagonist.

But Hua Yuan enjoyed listening.

And so, he sat, for half the day, until…

Buzz! Buzz!

Hua Yuan wiped the drool off his face and looked towards the palace doors, frowning, “Did you hear something?”

“…An eighteen-year-old flamboyant Elder Dao, haha, you have no idea, he was too comical. He had the heart of a thief, but no nerve, too cowardly to reveal the Way of the Heavens’ energy movement. He only dared to hang a fortunetelling flag and talk about marriage, looking just like a swindler of the martial arts world!” Yue Gongli, obviously, hadn’t heard anything and continued to ramble on.

Buzz! Buzz!

The muted tremor of an earthquake could be confirmed to be no illusion.

Just as Hua Yuan got up wanting to go outside the palace to see what was happening, Yue Gongli, gripping his wine cup, stood up and pulled him back, still laughing:

“In your twenties, doing fortunetelling and matchmaking, how could you have any business? That fool couldn’t earn a single Spirit Crystal in a day, so I brokered my sister to go over with his Little brat and take care of the business. Back then, my sister didn’t even know about the young greenhorn Hu Dao Qiongcang…”

Hua Yuan couldn’t stand it anymore, “Did you really not hear any noise?”

“The fortune-teller said, with your youthful arrogance, you’ll surely face a calamity… Hahaha, him, a matchmaker, saying this to someone? Bazhun’an didn’t give him a single Spirit Crystal, instead, he simply smacked him in the mouth. I burst out laughing right behind them… That grudge, I bet Elder Dao hasn’t forgotten to this day. Bazhun’an may not even know that he offended Dao Qiongcang at the time…”

“Yue Gongli!” Hua Yuan shouted.

The alcohol fumes around Yue Gongli dissipated in an instant, and his distracted gaze suddenly sparked with clarity, as he exclaimed:

“Brother Hua Yuan, did you hear any noise?”

Hua Yuan: “…”

So, you have truly been out of it, not listening to a word I said!

Boom—

Before they had time to think further, the wall behind the high-backed Sovereign’s seat burst asunder, and black branches swarmed in.

“Tree Mother!”

Yue Gongli grabbed Hua Yuan and took off.

“Tree Mother? What Tree Mother?”

Hua Yuan had never seen such strange branches, infused with an incredibly terrifying power of the ancestral source, seeming to consist of three different kinds of ancestral source powers—this was similar to the Di Ying Holy Plant mentioned in Yue Gongli’s story.

“It’s the Di Ying Holy Plant!”

There was no escaping now.

From all sides, including the earth itself, countless Ancestor Tree Branches burst forth, sweeping towards Yue Gongli with a roar.

Bang!

The Yin Coffin appeared just in time, shielding the two of them as they were blown backward in the wave of branches.

“Ho?”

The Six Marrow Corpse King was sucked into a spatial fragment, issuing a sound that could not be discerned as pain, instinctively stroking its belly upon seeing these branches.

“Save it, save it!” Yue Gongli, trapped inside the Yin Coffin, was hopping anxiously as if he’d lost all his power, “My Corpse King!”

“Alright.”

Hua Yuan nodded, flipped his sword, and thrust it into the void.

His eyes lit up with a ghostly glow as his aura climbed higher and higher. Below his feet, a dark cyan Way of the Sword Power Upanishad Formation began to spin out.

“Forest Ghost Path·Yan Summoning Fengdu!”

With a thunderous boom, a series of gloomy palaces rose from the ground, knives and seas of fire abounded, and icy dungeons… countless spirits screamed, filling the sky with a piercing wail.

With a single strike, a radius of ten thousand miles was consumed by the ghastly scenes of the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

Above Fengdu, a giant ghost king with a green face and fangs formed, holding a Death Talisman, he lifted his voice and decreed:

“Rise!”

Another blast resounded, binding the Yin Coffin and Six Marrow Corpse King within ten thousand miles of Fengdu, breaking out from the tide of the attack from the Ancestor Tree Branch.

“We can’t stop, we must not stop!”

Yue Gongli clung to Hua Yuan’s thigh and shrieked, “The entire Fate Temple has been invaded by the Di Ying Holy Plant, wasn’t it in the Thirty Three Heavens? When you came in had the Ancestral Trees already descended?”

That hadn’t happened…

Hua Yuan didn’t know why the situation had suddenly turned so dire, but he powered on, storming the Fate Temple with the might of the ten thousand miles of Fengdu.

After breaking through various obstacles, he finally emerged with the Yin Coffin and Six Marrow Corpse King, leaping out from behind the signboard.

“Dao! Qiongcang!”

As soon as they returned to the Eighteen Heavens, a harrowing scream exploded in the ears of both men.

It was a wail that could almost tear apart one’s soul body, causing unbearable pain.

Fortunately, Yue Gongli possessed the Power of Three Ancestors and had a unique soul body; Hua Yuan was majoring in the Phantom Swords Technique like Sword Deity Hua and could contend with it using Fengdu.

Such immense hatred…

The two looked at each other and heard in that cry, which was of unknown origin, a level of hatred that could rival the pain of a father’s murder.

“That’s not right!”

“Elder Dao the Flamboyant didn’t come in, did he?”

It wasn’t frightening who was calling out to Dao Qiongcang, but surely it wasn’t the Descent of the Ancestral God?

What made Yue Gongli wildly ecstatic was that Dao Qiongcang seemed to have entered God’s Relics and stirred up trouble.

That was great news.

Finding him, clinging to his power, exploiting his intellect, and soothing him with sweet talk meant he could effortlessly escape this Divine Relic.

“Let’s find Dao Qiongcang!”

Yue Gongli proposed what was undoubtedly the best course of action in God’s Relics, unchallenged as the foremost plan.

Naturally, Hua Yuan agreed without any hesitation, helping to push open the Yin Coffin.

“Click!”

In the next breath, both men petrified within the coffin.

As seen by a saint’s will, the entire Eighteen Heavens was enveloped by the branches of the Ancestral Trees descending from the Heavenly Realm, transforming it into a dark world.

Within this embryonic divine palace, a dense purple mist poured forth – the power of the evil god.

The power of the evil god, too familiar to Yue Gongli, converged and took on the form of a series of huge, twisted faces.

Each of these faces had their features squeezed toward the exterior, dominated by a single strange purple pupil at the center of the forehead.

The lid of the Yin Coffin opened.

The writhing world fell silent.

In the next instant, countless Ancestor Tree Branches hung in mid-air, pointing toward the two in the coffin.

Faces that had been scouring the sky for something all turned at once, fixing their gaze on Yue Gongli.

A wail, as heartrending as a baby’s cry, echoed simultaneously in their minds:

“Do you know where ‘Dao Qiongcang’ is?”