I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3713: Chapter 1801: Ghost Ancestor (Part 3)

In the dim, gray world, a soft voice suddenly called out.

This voice seemed to come from the Nine Serenities, ethereal and uncertain, yet so cold it made one’s teeth chatter; Jin Ren hurriedly turned around at the sound.

He saw a "person"!

It was a black-robed figure, wearing a black hood, with every detail of their body concealed, including the face and features—nothing could be seen.

Under the shadows of the black hood, only two ghostly green will-o-wisps flickered, resembling a ghost.

"Yama?"

Jin Ren barely forced a smile, making a h*ll joke.

To be honest, with this getup, besides the lack of the Yama mask, this person should be one of Yama’s members, a masked man in black?

"Well."

The black shadow remained motionless, and this word floated down between heaven and earth.

The last time Jin Ren saw someone so fond of using the word "well," it was from the memories of his true self: the Heavenly Ancestor, Ran Ming, and various Ancestral Gods from ancient times.

He fell silent.

Could the one before him be...

The black shadow seemed to be waiting too, waiting for Xu Xiaoshou to speak or ask something, waited for a while, and this human boy seemed to be dumbfounded with fear.

The will-o-wisp under the large hood began to flicker, giving a feeling as if a "smile was emerging," and it spoke:

"Nine Serenities Sovereign, Yin Cao Supreme, Lord of Phantom City... Yama, god of death, Ghost Ancestor..."

"In this world, there is no true name, all are me, if you like, however you wish to address this Ancestor, so be it."

Ah oh~

Jin Ren finally understood why the Moon Fox would make such a sound when facing certain irresistible matters.

His current state was just like that, shocked but not overly shocked, wanting to be calm but unable to stay calm.

Between the repeated states of being "overly shocked" and "unable to stay calm," his behavior instead returned to its origins.

No expression!

No expression at all!

He stayed where he was, clearly able to sense that there was no connection between himself and his true self...

There actually was.

But only tenuously connected.

Should any "abnormality" possess him, trying to "trace it back," this "thread" would directly be severed by the true self.

"The Ghost Ancestor just appeared so vividly?"

Jin Ren wanted to cry; he’d imagined ten thousand preplans, in all sorts of bizarre scenes, to see or be guided by Bei Huai, or constrained by the Master of Reincarnation, the Ghost Ancestor’s appearance.

But it should just be "remnant soul," "remnant intent," or other remnants, right?

The Vanishing Technique curse entity, now only the curse remains.

The resurrection process of the curse is more arduous, but visualizing an entity is reasonable.

Because Cursed Yin is the only Ancestral God from "two" to "one," of course, after resurrection under Xu Xiaoshou’s constraint, its various deeds appeared somewhat awkward.

It was strong.

And except for Cursed Yin, no other Ancestral Gods completed the path from "two" to "one."

The Four Ancestor Reincarnation, yet the Sword Ancestor, Dragon Ancestor, and War Ancestor all ceased to exist.

The Heavenly Ancestor also perished, and the will on Abyss Island was only the Spirit of Post Void Island, born only for the "Heavenly Ancestor Legacy."

The true nature of the God Devil, the Power of Divinity, and Diabolical Force of the Holy Ancestor and Demon Ancestor influenced the Shengshen Continent massively; up to now, neither Jin Ren nor his true self had experienced the remnant soul, remnant consciousness of this being.

Not even heard a voice, only seen Hallmaster Dao install a large pile in the Divine Relics, roughly restoring the contour of the Holy Ancestor, yet not sure if true or false.

Medicine Ghost Life and Death...

Among them, the "Ghost Ancestor," could still, like Cursed Yin, visualize into an entity, and guide people in the Mournful Emperor realm, entering this "dim gray" space...

"Is this your divine palace?"

Jin Ren asked in panic, paths indistinct.

The true self dared not fear Cursed Yin because it had ability, and Cursed Yin was weak.

He now had no combat power at all, like an ant that crumbles at a pinch, so even the questioning appeared "mindlessly random," thinking of wherever, asking of wherever.

All right, not mindlessly random, just utterly frantic.

"It is not."

The black shadow Ghost Ancestor said, reaching out from under the sleeve with a pale skeletal hand; with a grip, visualized a long-handled scythe with a long blade in hand.

The scythe of the god of death...

Jin Ren was greatly alarmed, retreating repeatedly, shouting with alarm:

"Don’t mess around, ghost brother, let’s just chat; what’s with taking out a scythe?!"