I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3120: Chapter 1601: With divination beads calculating fate and transformative changes, the sky declares that I shall reverse the heavens.

“Click.”

Xu Xiaoshou deftly captured the spatial image and stored it into a homemade image recording bead, which he then concealed within his inner world.

With the Spatial Upanishad at his disposal, every single cell in his body could develop into a miniature world of its own.

Even if the Path Principles around him crumbled and his spiritual source ran dry, a mere thought would suffice to take or use anything at will.

Xu Xiaoshou barely used the spatial ring anymore.

At most, he would make shallow use of it, misleading others into thinking he was retrieving items from the ring.

In reality, apart from the Apricot Realm, his precious collections were almost entirely kept within his inner world.

Inside, there was Yue Gongli, who had come to be through a Caesarean section, Sang Qiye whom he had saved, and many, many Dao Qiongcangs… All debts that could be cashed in for real-world resources!

After capturing Feng Yujin’s cringing image, he treated it as nothing more than a trifle and stepped on the words “Holy Emperor Fengtian” in his mind from then on.

“God slayer?”

Turning his head towards the massive figure behind the Galaxy Desk, Xu Xiaoshou’s expression grew solemn.

Without a doubt, this giant’s image was the same one revealed at the outbreak of the Ran Ming ruins.

Back then, It declared to the world through a Star Scroll akin to the Holy Emperor’s Golden Edict:

“Sing my true name, guide the reincarnation.”

“The divine priest rules fate, all living beings equal.”

Thus, everyone on the Shengshen Continent believed that after so many years, they finally witnessed real fairness.

The so-called Ran Ming ruins were accessible to the young generation undergoing trials in the Four Symbols Secret Realm, to prisoners serving their sentences in the Dead Sea, and to death apostles secluding themselves in the City of the Living Bodhisattva.

From top to bottom, young and old, whether nobility of the highest echelon or the lowest of servants, as long as one had spiritual source, one had the qualifications to take the easy way out.

Looking at it now…

“Heh!”

Xu Xiaoshou laughed.

The Demi-Saint’s Mysterious Decree, the Holy Emperor’s Golden Edict, Divine Oracles… Today I finally understand why the “god slayer” only used the power akin to the Holy Emperor’s Golden Edict when It made an appearance.

It wasn’t just because using the Star Scroll to make announcements seemed very holy and appeared “fair.”

The Demi-Saint’s Mysterious Decree, the Holy Emperor’s Golden Edict, both could have personal markers erased, but the Ten Ancestors’ Divine Oracles couldn’t; they were too distinctive.

The god slayer could only produce its own Divine Oracles as a decoy.

But the god slayer before me… simply couldn’t use Ran Ming’s Divine Oracles to declare to the world, because…

Its real name was Cursed Yin!

“Xu Xiaoshou?!”

Feng Yujin’s soul body, affixed to the Pillar of Punishment, seemed to finally snap out of his astonishment from seeing those few people arrive.

They all heard…

Did they?

As this thought flickered through his mind, Feng Yujin’s old face flushed red, not knowing how to regain his dignified image as a Holy Emperor.

But now, he had little time to concern himself with emotions like embarrassment.

Deep down, he knew that Cursed Yin wasn’t one of the Bazhun’an, and even if he surrendered, the rest of his life would be worse than that of dogs or pigs.

If there was even a sliver of possibility to escape from this wretched situation…

Hope lay not with another, but rested solely on those two from the Xu Path.

Feng Yujin turned his head and, as if insane, began to cackle at the newcomers:

“Cackle, cackle, cackle, Xu Xiaoshou, Dao Qiongcang, you too have fallen to such a state, entered Ran Ming’s divine palace?”

“This is the Ten Ancestors’ Divine Court! Those who venture here die ten deaths with no life spared, and now under my control as Shen Cursed Yin, power grows and not an inch can be advanced!”

“To turn back is still possible in the sea of suffering, but here, you will forever lose the chance to live, cackle, cackle, cackle…”

His mockery ran rampant.

After taunting, Feng Yujin quickly looked towards the massive and holy figure in front of the Galaxy Desk, incessantly banging his head on the ground:

“Exalted Cursed Yin above, your honorable, esteemed self, how come you stoop to personally swipe away such insignificant beings? Wouldn’t that give them too much face?”

“Please grant Xiao Feng a chance, allow me to descend from this Pillar of Punishment, let me serve you from front to back, to execute such vile scoundrels!”

It must be said that such a dramatic shift from arrogance to subservience, from acting tough to showing cowardice, truly enlightened everyone present.

Holy Emperor of Fengtian!

You are a Holy Emperor!

Speaking purely from a cultivation level standpoint, even Dao Qiongcang and Yue Gongli fall far short of you, Feng Yujin.

You are already a master of the caliber of the Holy Emperor, the Sword Deity Hua, and You Yuan Buddha.

But now, looking at you, Feng Yujin, your behavior is comparable to a groveling dog – what difference is there?

“No wonder Bazhun’an looks down on you.”

Xu Xiaoshou finally understood why even in his most downtrodden state after the battle in the White Cave, Bazhun’an never showed Feng Yujin any respect.

He even felt that if it weren’t necessary, Bazhun’an would be disinclined to even speak with him, as though it would sully him.

Could it be that back on the Inner Island of the Abyss Island, Feng Yujin survived by deploying such flattering techniques?

“Divine palace…”

Yet, Hallmaster Dao was mostly indifferent to Feng Yujin’s repellent performance, focusing instead on useful information gleaned since entering the place:

Cursed Yin wore the god slayer’s skin and even controlled Its divine palace, so strong that even Feng Yujin was begging on his knees to cling to life.

How is this similar to the worst-case scenario I envisioned?

“Dao Infant?”

“Or, Ran Ming’s corpse?”

If it was the former, the situation had not yet reached a point of no return.

If it was the latter, Dao Qiongcang had no desire to struggle.

If Ran Ming had fallen and even his intact corpse had been obtained by Cursed Yin, then even if Dao Qiongcang had swallowed the Ancestral God Fate Chart and sealed the Ancestral God himself, it would likely be futile.

He felt it necessary to take a look at Feng Yujin’s life and death; if begging on one’s knees could save a life…

A man’s knees are filled with gold, and when needed, he regrets not having enough.