I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3800: Chapter 1835: Descent_2

After finishing this statement, he became as silent as if he were dead, never to speak again.

The Holy Emperors waited for a moment, but when no further words came, the Demonic Emperor Black Dragon, confused by what he heard, couldn’t hold back any longer:

"How do we intercept them one by one?"

"It’s been half a year. If they launch an all-out attack now, with the remaining power of You Yuan, we might only withstand one last assault, and the Four Divine Pillars would then crumble."

The Great Infernal Ancestor chimed in, "We’ve done all we can. Next, do we just head back to the Abyss Island and wait for death one by one?"

The Seven Trees Emperor remained silent.

Even now, he didn’t understand how to play this game.

In simple terms, it was nothing more than delaying death—holding off for half a year, a year, but could they endure for ten, a hundred years?

It might be better to switch sides now; perhaps they could leave the Inner Island of the Abyss Island and climb the Stairway to Heaven to find a minor position.

But Bazhun’an was just like this.

From beginning to end, he never disclosed any of his plans, treating his own people like thieves.

He was like this, and so was the Sleeveless Saint Servant.

One could only say that the whole lineage of Saint Servants was like this; they, the Holy Emperors of the Black and White veins, were never considered insiders, merely tools.

You Yuan muttered inwardly, "Probably each harbors retreating intentions, afraid the Four Divine Pillars won’t stand, unable to withstand Hua Changdeng’s sword, Brother Seven Leaves, could you elaborate?"

After a long pause, Elder Sang sighed faintly, "Bazhun’an had said beforehand, ’Half the dark sons cannot be openly discussed.’

You Yuan immediately lost his desire to persuade.

He had spent half his life in the inverted pagoda of Buddha Pagoda and had never paid attention to the Holy Emperors of Abyss Island, completely unaware of the origins of these demons and ghosts around him.

He thought they were allies fighting side by side, but unexpectedly, at least half were enemies?

So what was the point of sustaining the Four Divine Pillars for half a year...

You Yuan fell silent; if it was Bazhun’an’s words, just listen, he always had his own thoughts.

"Coming!" Lord Qing Shi of the Divine Prison spoke without wasting words.

Responsible for vigilance, just as the green chain extended to detect sword energy, he issued a warning.

However, after just one sentence, his voice bore a tone of surprise, changing his words: "Someone’s coming!"

A person?

In half a year, the Five Great Holy Emperors had fortified this place; sword energy was seen, but the one wielding the sword was invisible, only known to be Hua Changdeng.

This was the advantage of severing the Stairway to Heaven; at least they didn’t have to face him directly, and they could delay the battle.

But this time...

Could a person be visualized?

"Ooooo—"

Sure enough, just as Lord Qing Shi spoke, the once silent spacetime turbulence unexpectedly emitted a ghostly wailing sound.

This sound echoed through their souls, causing everyone to shiver involuntarily.

In the darkness, a flickering flame illuminated a small figure.

Compared to the golden Buddhas, Seven blood trees, boundless heavenly flame, Demonic Emperor Black Dragon, and the vast green Divine Prison.

The figure appeared extremely insignificant.

Yet he walked slowly, at the end of the spacetime turbulence, dressed in white, with a broken sword at his waist, holding a bronze lamp, neither hurried nor slow.

"Ancient swordsman..."

"Hua Changdeng..."

Different people, different reactions.

The White Vein’s Third Ancestor and the Demonic Emperor Black Dragon, who had suffered under the ancient swordsman, felt a headache at the sight of the saber.

Yet You Yuan and Elder Sang steadily recognized the newcomer.

Hua Changdeng arrived at the right time, stopping before the Five Great Holy Emperors.

The swirling spacetime blades passed around him, making his robes flap. He pressed down on the saber at his waist but showed no intent to draw his sword, speaking gently to the gigantic beings:

"Half a year of grinding away, working ’til now has spared some of the barriers you’ve built."

"Today, carrying the lamp through here, I merely pass by; I don’t wish for a great conflict, just borrowing the path, and more than a few, what say you?"

How could they possibly allow him to pass!

The Demonic Emperor Black Dragon had no intention to fight.

Yet, seeing the pretentious behavior of the ancient swordsman, he was the first to feel displeased.

Did they really think everyone was Bazhun’an?

Could anyone easily trample over the head of the Demonic Emperor Black Dragon?

Not to mention, as a Holy Emperor himself, with a proud dignity, he wasn’t willing to easily relent and allow passage—letting you pass would make the last half-year a waste for this emperor!

"Come then!"

The Demonic Emperor Black Dragon swung its tail, fire of battle igniting in its eyes, "Fight! Until death!"

But at this moment, Elder Sang’s hoarse voice came:

"Let him pass."

This statement rendered all the present Holy Emperors speechless in amazement, the White Vein’s Third Ancestor, Demonic Emperor Black Dragon, all looked incredulously at the golden Buddhas.

"What are you up to? Sleeveless Saint Servant!" questioned the Seven Trees Emperor.

"I said, let him pass."

Elder Sang repeated himself, already spent and falling silent.

The Four Great Holy Emperors each stirred, unable to fathom the Sleeveless Saint Servant’s intentions; was this also part of the "plan"?

But wasn’t the plan to sever the Stairway to Heaven and hold back Hua Changdeng?

"Let him through."

In the end, it had to be You Yuan to speak.

Even though he was unsure if the Sleeveless was still conscious, at this moment, here, there could only be one person giving orders.

If everyone acted recklessly, when the Ancestral God arrived, they would be as scattered as loose sand, unable to achieve anything.

"Ooooo—"

The ghostly wails echoed, like the weeping of a resentful infant.

Hua Changdeng slightly nodded in acknowledgment, then without further words, under the watchful eyes of the giant Holy Emperors...

Walked toward the golden Buddha!

Walked into the golden Buddha!

Walked out of the Ghost Buddha!

...

"Why?"

As Hua Changdeng used the Ghost Buddha as a passage, borrowing the spacetime turbulence, from the Stairway to Heaven into Shengshen Continent.

Understanding the kind of presence they allowed through, the Demonic Emperor Black Dragon could no longer hold back; he was nearly about to act against the nonsensical Sleeveless Saint Servant:

"You’d better have an explanation!"

Elder Sang had no explanation, nor could he give one.

In reality, the situation had developed to a point far beyond control, something not within the scheming capacity of a mere demi-saint.

And the arrival of the Third Ancestor was also beyond Elder Sang’s expectations.