I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3094: Chapter 1591: Hard to Speak of the Torment of Life and Death, Silver Moon Hanging High, Invoking the Holy Ancestor_2

A cornered dog will leap over a wall, and the self-destruction of a Holy Emperor should never be underestimated.

Pursuing that Holy Emperor was feasible, but he had already chosen not to continue with Possession, opting instead to barely cling to life.

The evil god understood his intention: to trade multiple lives for just one!

He gazed towards the Life Forbidden Zone…

Just slay all these people, annihilate their spirits and intents together, how vast could the Eighteen Heavens be?

That Sealing Holy Emperor might hide for a moment, but not for a lifetime. Without extra physiques for him to possess, he would forever be just a frail soul body.

Either the soul body would self-destruct, in which case, he’d grant him a three-foot leeway.

Or he would become a servant, and if not obedient, he would be gradually ground down to death—by that time, he would have ample time.

“Kill.”

The Way of Asura did indeed have an influence on the evil god.

With this thought, the being with three heads and six arms unhesitatingly charged towards the Life Forbidden Zone with overwhelming murderous intent.

“Die, all of you!”

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Bang bang bang bang bang…

A flurry of staff shadows danced, chunks of flesh and severed limbs flew about.

Like a wolf entering a sheep’s pen, with no equal opponents.

At this moment, there were only about a hundred Spiritual Cultivators within the Life Forbidden Zone.

Apart from a few demi-saints with the strength of Demi-Saint Bai Yu, the rest were mere higher void-level beings.

How could any of them withstand the onslaught of the evil god, or resist the authority of the Overlord’s strike?

“Ah!”

“Don’t kill me, please don’t…”

“Dad! Dad! Spare me, spare me, ah—”

“Yue Gongli, my lord!!!”

From a bird’s-eye view, people scattered in all directions, fleeing like ripples spreading outward.

Those who escaped the Life Forbidden Zone were directly sacrificed by the sacrificial great array.

Those who dared not escape the Life Forbidden Zone and huddled at the edges were caught by the evil god and beaten to death with chaotic strikes.

The scene was too horrific to endure.

…

“Don’t do this…”

Demi-Saint Changyi watched as the people around him fell one after another, his hands clenched tightly into fists before helplessly loosening.

He had already experienced the power of The Divine.

He had personally tested the solidity of the Overlord.

When these two elements were crowned with the title of “Ancestral God”… how could a demi-saint possibly stand firm?

“Bang!”

The erratic staff shadows suddenly magnified before his eyes.

His eyeballs exploded, his head shattered, and Changyi’s entire body turned to dust.

His soul was extracted, his consciousness confined, and even his semi-saint position was swept up and consumed with the spread of the Di Ying Wings.

“Dreams…”

After so many years of fighting on the front lines;

Following Alliance Leader Yan Sheng and being appointed one of the “Northern Region Seven Stars” as the War Madman;

Receiving the “Invitation to Saint” which stated that one could simply commit suicide to leave the ruins, without any restrictions;

After coming here, to be smashed into mud by a junior’s swing, and encountering young people wielding the power of the ancestral source;

Meeting the “Ancestral God” himself;

“Meh…”

The pain was too brief.

So much so that right up until the moment before his death, Changyi never thought his Saint Fall would be such a farce.

His thoughts were eternally frozen at that moment.

…

Bang!

Demi-Saint Bai Yu’s head flew high into the air, and he could see his lower half breaking apart and drifting away from him.

“It shouldn’t be like this…”

Countless scenes flashed through his mind:

The stunning attributes of the Holy Rainbow Ring from birth;

The countless victorious battles and undefeated youth;

A life history akin to the chosen one, unmatched in the journey of the Great Path throughout the five regions;

Being harassed after sanctification;

Self-imprisonment in a corner, accompanied by mountains and rivers, living through spring and autumn seasons of half sixty years;

The “Invitation to Saint” hinted at an opportunity, striving with all his might for one last shot, and even if he failed, there was still the option of suicide to leave;

In the Snow Lotus Valley, even little girls had the company of Holy Emperor grandfathers—this is what being a chosen one, a main character, was all about;

The realization that even a main character can fall so swiftly;

Demi-saint… not an end, but merely the starting point of becoming a servant;

But I’ve seen ancestors and gods, experienced great events.

“Predecessor Mo Mo…”

Before his soul dissipated and consciousness collapsed, Bai Yu looked toward the blurry, headless figure in a white dress.

He remembered something: his soul blood was still in someone else’s possession.

He mustered all his strength, using his life’s power to cry out.

He couldn’t hear the cry that he had forgotten after shouting it at the age of his prime:

“Return… my… free…dom…”

“Life is so fragile.”

Engulfed in the state of Independence, Xu Xiaoshou’s eyes were dim and lifeless as he watched the Evil Divine Asura massacre within the Life Forbidden Zone.

For a brief moment, he thought he might take a risk and break out, that maybe there was a sliver of a chance to save them.

But could he really save them?

The Cutting Path stage, the higher void, even a demi-saint…

If Elder Sang and Water Ghost were no match, could an average demi-saint really persevere until the end in this situation and leave the Ran Ming ruins?

“The Struggle for the Great Path is no child’s play, bloodshed is inevitable.”

The shot that Water Ghost had once fired deep in the sea under Lone Cliff, ultimately hit Xu Xiaoshou right between the eyes.

The first time he saw that even demi-saints were as fragile as chickens, unable to utter a complete sentence even when slain.

They couldn’t even muster a bounce.

“Without becoming a Saint, one is forever enslaved.”

The words that Bazhun’an had said when he first joined the Saint Servants unconsciously echoed in his mind.

In fact, up until the Evil Divine Asura went mad, Xu Xiaoshou didn’t understand what “freedom” Bazhun’an sought, or what “answer” the Saint Servants were searching for.

It seemed someone had explained it, but without direct experience, it was impossible to comprehend.

Until now!

Until this moment!

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly understood the spiritual core of the struggle and resistance that Bazhun’an, Elder Sang, Cen Qiaofu, and Water Ghost had been fighting against.

He realized the essence of why individuals like Kui Leihan, The Divine, Elder Wuyue, and Ai Cangsheng in the Ten High Nobles sought transcendence in their own ways.

Not becoming a saint, one is forever enslaved… This sentence should only be a beginning, not an end; another line should follow:

“Even as a Saint, not to be a slave?”

If there was even a slight possibility that the supreme beings of this world could go mad like the current Evil Divine Asura…

Then, the struggle and resistance are necessary, the pursuit of true freedom is necessary.

Because this “if” now seems to be a fact:

If there is none in Bei Huai to control, every demi-saint in the world is like Taizai Ci, each becoming a pawn for the supreme ruler.

If even Taizai Ci is such, how can demi-saints not be enslaved?

If demi-saints are as such, below the demi-saints, how to talk about transcendence?

Passivity has never been limited to oneself alone; beneath the Holy Divine Palace’s Ten High Nobles, beneath the Stairway to Heaven on Shengshen Continent, all of the five great aristocratic families of the Holy Emperor under the Ancestral God… the entire world, each and every one of them is the same!

“I understand now.”

Xu Xiaoshou rose to his feet, cradling a headless female corpse in his arms.

This was Mo Mo.

This was Mo Mo, the new physique that Feng Yujin had self-destructed and left for him to save in time.

To “save” was really just a matter of convenience.

Mo Mo’s spirit should be in Feng Yujin’s possession, and the body without spirit and intent was nothing more than an object.

She was like a piece of clothing, a ring, even the white bracelet on her hand, all inanimate objects.

In the state of Independence, once he caught Mo Mo, the Evil Divine Asura ignored her.

“All I could save was just this little bit…”

Looking up, the Life Forbidden Zone was littered with corpses, few survivors left.

The next target was Yue Gongli, who was kneeling and crawling on the ground:

“Spare me, please, spare me, Evil Divine Lord, please treat me as a fart and let it go.”

“I am your practitioner, I am your most loyal servant who only betrayed you once, I still have other uses…”

The Evil Divine Asura stopped in front of that fox-like man.

Cen Qiaofu and Bai Zhou were then backed against each other behind the fox-like man.

Without waiting long, in just an instant, the Evil Divine Asura made a decision and struck down like an Overlord, whizzing in front of these three people.

“Taking! Your! Face! For! Granted!”

Yue Gongli’s body suddenly exploded with the Power of Divinity, turning into a sharp arrow, piercing through the body of the Evil Divine Asura in a flash.

After passing through him and standing in mid-air, he turned around from afar.

A crescent moon rose in the Nine Heavens, its cool silver moonlight sprinkling down; not only were Yue Gongli’s hair sky blue, but his entire body was also dyed ice blue.

A silver crescent imprint lit up on his forehead.

He formed a seal with his fingers, muttering words under his breath; the silver moon imprint spun and in a moment, a chilling wind swept around him as if his restraints were lifted.

“Yue Clan descendant Yue Gongli, with this seal, humbly call upon the Holy Ancestor to descend!”