I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3629: Chapter 1768: A Strange Scheme Easily Changed, Yet This Emotion Defies Life and Death_3

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Just like how the smart ones in the five regions finally reacted.

Xu Xiaoshou indeed used bizarre magic to fool Dao Qiongcang and Cursed Yin once more.

After Elder Dao the Flamboyant reminded him about the “Cursed Yin Puppet,” and having received a warning of “beware of Dao Qiongcang” from Ai Cangsheng in the past.

Realizing that Elder Dao might be colluding with Cursed Yin, how could Xu Xiaoshou remain unperturbed?

As for Feng Yujin…

Indeed, from beginning to end, he was just a pawn kept in the dark.

From the moment the “Cursed Yin Puppet” was handed to this Holy Emperor Fengtian, Xu Xiaoshou’s only headache was that the power of the Godhood-Sealing Coffin was indeed very strong, almost sealing him away.

Fortunately, Infinite Silence can consume, bizarre magic can transform, and he did not make any mistakes the entire time.

As for whether Feng Yujin can see through his bizarre magic, Xu Xiaoshou never considered it from beginning to end.

Isn’t that overthinking?

And in the end, even Dao Qiongcang was successfully deceived, so Xu Xiaoshou confirmed the characteristic of the distortion and transformation of bizarre magic—truth!

If Dao Qiongcang were to reach the super Taoization of the Great Path of Will, perhaps he might glimpse one or two?

No ifs.

Dao Qiongcang is just the Memory Path.

He’s more adept at maneuvering in a roundabout way to create some chaos.

In terms of frontal combat capability, he is inferior to the combat-type Ten High Nobles; his Memory Path is also not as complete as the Will Dao Disc.

From the moment Xu Xiaoshou comprehended everything and decided to create the setup, Dao Qiongcang became a piece in his game.

Knowing he wants to stand out, he wants to transcend.

Under absolute control, don’t even think about it!

“Burp.”

Free to roam the Returning Consciousness Tomb, walk on the clouds of the Land of Sin.

After searching all around for the Evil Yin Consciousness and consuming it completely with Infinite Silence, Xu Xiaoshou stopped.

He hasn’t returned to his original form, still maintaining a thick fog state.

Apart from his own mist, glimpses occasionally revealed dim starry points of light.

That is not his own.

That is the residual consciousness of Ai Cangsheng.

“Ai Cangsheng!”

Consume all Cursed Yin pollution.

In between, inevitably, he also took a few bites of Ai Cangsheng’s residual consciousness.

Upon finally calling out Lord Cang Sheng’s full name, the only feedback Xu Xiaoshou could feel was like the vibration of the wings of a dying autumn cicada, barely perceptible.

“Hu…”

It seemed he heard an extremely faint, extremely light breathing sound, like an elderly person approaching death, forcibly trying to swallow one last breath to utter a few words in a last moment of consciousness.

The conclusion undoubtedly has ended in failure.

“You don’t have to move, I’ll do it.”

Xu Xiaoshou is no longer the powerless figure of past lives.

After meeting Ai Cangsheng in the past and planning to ally with him, he harbored thoughts of pulling him forward or, failing that, blasting the Ancient War God Platform.

At present, the five regions only see the Will Dao Disc rotate amid the clouds, the Higher Void World structures… motionless.

“Lord Shou seems to be attempting to communicate with Lord Cang Sheng?” Feng Zhongzui is puzzled, “Has he failed?”

The Higher Void World is empty.

Ai Cangsheng did not join in.

Forcefully pulling would mean even the few remnants of life he has left might vanish due to the entrance tax required to access the Higher Void World.

Xu Xiaoshou remained silent.

Indeed, in the final moment, he was affected by the Cursed Yin, his state plummeting, unable to fully return to normal.

He thought and thought again, no longer maintaining bizarre magic.

“Whoa.”

The void trembled briefly.

That sky-covering cloud abruptly vanished, transforming into a flowing black robe, long hair fluttering.

“Hidden Bitter.”

Xu Xiaoshou said nothing further, reaching out his hand.

“Eek——”

Dongfang Jianying.

Feng Zhongzui’s shocked expression shifted, the Dao Imparting Mirror timely turned.

Seeing Hidden Bitter’s sound move, A Sword from the East came, carried by the wind, finally entering Lord Shou’s hand.

“So fast…”

In an instant!

Only an instant!

Lord Shou didn’t even issue any command.

Hidden Bitter, sharing his intent, automatically performed a space-time leap, even at such a distant range?

“Lord Shou, what do you intend to do?”

No one knew what Lord Shou planned to do by summoning Hidden Bitter back.

Standing in the high sky of the Southern Region, clad in that black robe, he didn’t draw a sword. Holding Hidden Bitter only to reverse the grip, pressing it behind his elbow.

Whoo.

The wind howled high above, Lord Shou’s black robe fluttered heavily.

Unsure of what he thought of, Feng Zhongzui operated the Dao Imparting Mirror, pulling a long shot.

“Is it snowing?”

Snowy white specks fell from high above, momentarily dyeing the Southern Region into a Celestial Court.

“No…”

“It’s not snow, it’s white plum blossoms.”

Feng Zhongzui quickly determined something. As he zoomed in on a “snowflake” for a closer look, it wasn’t a snowflake but a plum blossom.

He squinted, deep in thought.

“White plum blossoms… Falling Flower World?”

Buzz!

As he pondered this, the Dao Imparting Mirror’s image shifted once more.

The physical concept blurred, and an illusory world unfolded, undoubtedly the Falling Flower World, able to swap illusion with reality.

“To see Lord Cang Sheng even just once, Lord Shou overturned the entire Southern Region’s sky, only for even the faintest trace of Lord Cang Sheng’s residual consciousness…”

This hazy, dreamy sky, scattered with starry lights.

Lord Shou wielded the sword, treading atop the sea of white fog, with no trace of joy or sadness on his face.

He sighed deeply, no telling how long it passed, flicked his sleeve once.

Whoosh!

The wind blew, drawing starry lights together, sketching a vague, indistinct form appearing transparent—a figure of Lord Cang Sheng.

Yet, people recognized him instantly!

Because in his eyes, divine path patterns shifted, glowing intensely—the Eyes of the Great Path as clear as ever!

Ai Cangsheng blurred at the cloud edge.

Xu Xiaoshou stood atop the sea of fog.

White plum blossoms lightly floated in the high sky of the Southern Region, revealing nothing, though the Dao Imparting Mirror clearly showed every detail.

“Woo——”

Suddenly, a sob echoed through heaven and earth.

This time it wasn’t the eerie sound of Cursed Yin; instead, those hearing it felt profound sadness, uncontrollably shedding tears.

“I…”

Feng Zhongzui held up his trembling hand, wiping his wet cheek.

He was bewildered.

He hadn’t even reacted…

“Rumble!”

A thunderous sound broke through heaven and earth.

The towering totems around fled underground, the encircling silver Dao chains vanished, and the Ancient War God Platform disappeared, never to return.

A contraction inward.

Only then, did everyone realize something.

“Lord Cang Sheng…”

Within the Dao Imparting Mirror’s frame, the blurry, indistinct Lord Cang Sheng, even his expressions were hard to discern.

His lip area seemed to move slightly, but it wasn’t obvious.

He appeared to be exhausting all his energy, trying to say something, likely having the last most crucial words to utter.

The five regions were silent.

Everyone awaited.

Yet, quite a long time passed, within heaven and earth, in the Dao Imparting Mirror, no sound emerged, not even a single word.

“Hu…”

The wind lifted, Lord Cang Sheng disintegrated, following that, the Falling Flower World disappeared, and Lord Shou quietly closed his eyes.

“No need to thank me.”

He opened his hand.

In his palm, an ancient seal stood.

Having placed Hidden Bitter properly, he extended his hand, raised the ancient seal, and stored it away.

The crowd then saw, beneath the ancient seal in his palm, two eyes swirling with divine path patterns lay quietly—alive and full of spiritual quality—always protected.

Xu Xiaoshou chuckled, then pressed his lips shut.

He moved his mouth twice; finally, he could only sigh once more:

“Ask what is emotion in this world, amidst life’s and death’s cycles, unwilling to close one’s eyes forever.”