I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3799: Chapter 1835: Advent

"Hey! You, Sang! What do we do now?!"

The chaotic spacetime turbulence, accompanied by the howling spacetime storm, seemed as if the remaining space and the Time Law within the turbulence were about to collapse.

A golden Buddha statue quietly sat amidst the dark storm.

Its body glimmered with divine light, radiating golden Power of Will, bringing warmth and slightly illuminating the dark spacetime turbulence.

Behind the Buddha, there were seven connected blood trees within the turbulence, their crowns flourishing, branches hanging low, dangling bones, forming an image of a mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

Beneath the blood trees was a giant green prison, countless chains like tentacles rooted in nameless places anchoring the space’s position, preventing it from getting lost.

To the left of the blood trees was the fiercely burning infernal white flame, in which an old man with white hair and white robe, bound hand and foot, his power surging wildly, was being poured onto the Buddha.

To the right of the blood trees was a gigantic black dragon twisting through the air, its dragon head hanging a pearl, exhaling dragon’s breath, blocking the unknown arrival from ahead, while simultaneously maintaining the Four Divine Pillars.

Dual aspect of You Yuan.

One aspect of You Yuan, one aspect of Sleeveless.

Presented to Shengshen Continent, it was the withered, cracked body, revealing the form of the Sleeveless Saint Servant—this aspect borrowed You Yuan from Cross Corner Street’s inverted pagoda, crucially important.

Yet in reality, after severing the Stairway to Heaven, what’s more important is one tree, one fire, one dragon, one prison, one Buddha—five Great Holy Emperors, already imprisoned for over half a year within the spacetime turbulence.

What they faced were the various offensives originating from the Stairway to Heaven’s power during these months.

Like a dam protecting the world, once their side was breached, the flood of various unknown powers led by Hua Changdeng across would pass through unhindered, directly into Shengshen Continent.

At that time, it would be true Divine Descent!

"Half a year!"

"Already half a year, we’ve done all we can!"

"Heaven knows how I spent this half year, that murderous Bazhun’an doesn’t even regard dragons as dragons... If you want my opinion, let’s count to three and all withdraw together?"

For more than half a year, things have been passably bearable, with several mutual support efforts.

But in recent days, the offensive from atop the Stairway to Heaven has increased dramatically, making the five Great Holy Emperors seem somewhat unable to withstand it.

The recent sudden surge of attacks carried the power of three major source Ancestral Gods, akin to Ancestral Gods themselves being present, almost tearing their defenses.

Even though they together blocked it, keeping the spacetime turbulence’s defense line from being breached, the remaining force still spilled over, crashing onto the five Great Holy Emperors.

It hurts!

It hurts very much!

The kind that aches one’s heart!

The Demonic Emperor Black Dragon truly wants to retreat.

The crystalline spacetime blades, like mirrors, cut across its dragon body.

Even as a Holy Emperor, it saw shattered images of the past, future through them.

Like a carousel lamp, the Demonic Emperor Black Dragon saw itself as a child outside the Dragon Cave, absorbing a black fruit and unleashing its Diabolical Force.

From then on, it met no obstacles, wherever it went, ten thousand dragons retreated, coupled with the subsequent awakening of the power of Dragon Ancestor, eating and sleeping until reaching the Holy Emperor realm.

Such a dragon life, that’s what calls enjoyment.

Mirror fragments cut across again, marked with spacetime traces, reflecting the future.

The Demonic Emperor Black Dragon saw some unrecognizable people drinking dragon blood, eating dragon meat, with some black dragon scales scattered on the ground, its mindset ready to explode.

Such a dragon life, crossing both claws, cannot happen!

"Sang Qiye, speak!"

"You Yuan Buddha, speak!"

These two indeed are key to the situation.

One as the host of the Four Divine Pillars, similar to Xu Xiaoshou on Abyss Island last time, only on a much higher level.

With the support of various powers, using You Yuan Buddha’s Holy Emperor foundation, it’s barely pushing to the Ancestral God Realm.

To deal with real Ancestral Gods, it still falls short.

But to contend with newly awakened ones like Cursed Yin, sustaining for three or five years is doable, as long as They don’t exert their full force.

The other, even more crucial.

In terms of combat strength, Sleeveless Saint Servant, as a demi-saint in this situation, is of minor importance and could be sacrificed easily.

Yet he is the only one besides Bazhun’an who knows the "plan," and is responsible for its execution.

As for the "plan"...

Forget the White Vein, Demonic Emperor Black Dragon.

Even You Yuan Buddha to this day doesn’t quite understand what path the Saint Servant intends to take.

He merely aids in coordination.

If the inverted pagoda over there can’t hold, and this side doesn’t cooperate, his body and power, invaded by Demon Ancestor, will be inevitable.

—A desperate gamble!

In the dark spacetime turbulence, the Buddha’s eyes opened, golden light faintly showing.

A thread of will from You Yuan hosted in this body, aware that Sang Qiye’s demi-saint cultivation is squeezed here, even living is torment, let alone speaking.

Facing the questioning gaze of several Holy Emperors, he could only speak on their behalf:

"Sleeveless benefactor, tell us, we’ve no retreat now that armies are at the city gates."

The charred Buddha at Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe’s old site trembled slightly, as if borrowing a thread of vitality from somewhere.

In the spacetime turbulence, equally a golden Buddha, You Yuan’s voice faded, Elder Sang’s voice came forth.

Compared to the former, he was as if a dying person, voice hoarse, weak, sounding like burning wood:

"The form of three ancestors, I presume you all have seen..."

White Vein, Demonic Emperor Black Dragon, each concentrated, nodded slightly.

What Sleeveless spoke of concerning the three ancestors clearly wasn’t referring to their side’s three ancestors, but rather the three major Ancestral Gods.

When the recent large attack wave initiated, ancient japonicum, Cursed Yin Eye, the coffin under the tower, were all clearly evident.

This situation involves not only Hua Changdeng, but the Ancestral Gods have intervened too, it’s undeniable.

After speaking, Elder Sang paused for a while, a long while, before weakly continuing: "I also don’t know the excess details, only that what you must do is intercept them one by one... as long as they don’t all enter the five regions, we may still have room for maneuver..."