I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3801: Chapter 1835: Descent (Part 3)

He could no longer tell if his own path aligned with Bazhun’an’s way, whether right or wrong. But at this juncture, he could only act according to Bazhun’an’s intentions and follow the plan.

When joining the game, Elder Sang had received only three instructions:

"First, melt the Stairway to Heaven."

"Second, keep half of the secrets silent."

"Third, exert your efforts, allow some to pass, and intercept the following."

For half a year, all plans and actions had been strictly executed, and now those who were to be let through had been let through.

What Bazhun’an feared, Elder Sang had roughly figured out; he only feared the sudden influx of Ancestral Gods into the Shengshen Continent.

If they came one by one, perhaps in this seemingly ready-to-collapse situation, there might be a sliver of hope?

But, where lies that hope?

Elder Sang could not see the future, raising his eyes to a piece of darkness.

Even these few roadblocks, the highest among them were only Holy Emperors, how could they stop numerous Ancestral Gods?

Hope...

In Bazhun’an?

In Xu Xiaoshou?

Or rather, in each other’s belief, in the one they choose?

"Buzz!"

The chains of Lord Qing Shi of the Divine Prison trembled again.

This suddenly shocked several Holy Emperors of Abyss Island, who were already on edge — every time Lord Qing Shi of the Divine Prison sensed something, it was never good news.

"What is it now?"

Demonic Emperor Black Dragon gazed towards the dark source of the spacetime turbulence.

Sword Deity Hua had entered the Shengshen Continent, but there was no Ancestral God following his path.

Thunderous noise, feeble drizzles.

In fact, the previous powerful offensive was just Sword Deity Hua’s solo attempt to enter the five regions, and the Ancestral God was merely providing cover?

Lord Qing Shi of the Divine Prison spoke with a heavy voice:

"He fought from the east to the west!"

"The power of divinity here, is merely ephemeral; the Stairway to Heaven we melted can protect most of the Shengshen Continent."

"But there is a place with ongoing spatial cracks, from where I can enter this plane of the Shengshen Continent, and likely so can they."

This revelation struck fear among the Holy Emperors:

"Northern Region?!"

In the extreme north of the Northern Region, extradimensional space proliferates, disasters abound, well known across the five regions.

Previously, the Holy Divine Palace governed the world, mostly White-clothed and Red Coat, kept stationed in the cold impoverished land of the Northern Region all year long.

Higher voids and demi-saints born in the Northern Region either voluntarily or forced would almost unanimously join the Heavenly Covenant to contribute to guarding the extradimensional space.

Of course, a land of fierce battles nurtured talents aplenty.

Over the years, demi-saints from all over the five regions self-imprisoned, remaining unknown.

In the Northern Region, however, it was not the same; long ago through warfare, it cultivated renowned demi-saints like the "Northern Region Seven Stars," "Twelve Holy Lords"!

"Three Ancestral Gods, their power entirely surged toward the Northern Region, attacking the Seven Forbidden Time Realm Rift." Lord Qing Shi of the Divine Prison sighed.

"Then we..."

Even Demonic Emperor Black Dragon remained silent.

What should be done, should they relocate?

But if they relocate to guard the more chaotic spacetime nodes near the time realm rift, what would become of the Stairway to Heaven?

What if they relocate again?

"No worries."

After a long while, Elder Sang spoke softly: "Time realm rift is guarded by someone else."

Five Great Holy Emperors, each had their doubt.

Who?

Besides us, who else can withstand the Ancestral Gods?

...

Northern Region, Time Realm Rift, one of the Seven Forbidden Borders.

This is the most frequent place for extradimensional cracks in the Northern Region, known as the "frontline battlefield" by the people of the Northern Region, with continuous battles through the years.

The world here is shattered, the sky gray and gloomy, tinged with shadows.

If someone were to look down from above, they would see that the time realm rift was essentially just a broken quadrilateral stage, connecting to unknown planes through extradimensional cracks born in various places.

Gradually, there emerged Xu Beasts indistinctly human, ghost-like forms, and monsters with unidentifiable names and races, emerging from the cracks.

"Look, what’s that?"

Amidst the overwhelming shouts of conflict, someone soon noticed an anomaly.

Looking towards the gray horizon, outside the time realm rift, emerged an ancient japonicum, a giant purple eyeball, and a coffin pressed beneath a tower.

"What creature is this?"

"It feels like it would start off as higher void, should it really land, many would likely perish..."

Even in the time realm rift, where strange beings are commonplace, the oppressive aura it exuded was rarely seen throughout history.

Could it reach such a supreme level — demi-saint?

Higher voids were made to tremble with fear.

When faced with the illusory, blurred phenomena, seemingly obscured by some force and influence, the only ones who could stand firm were the demi-saints who had battled for years in the time realm rift.

There were individuals capable of withstanding it!

With this realization, many Northern Region iron-blooded warriors found courage once again:

"No fear, brothers, we still have the Northern Region Seven Stars!"

"The leader of the Seven Stars, Alliance Hierarch Yan Sheng, happens to be here, mere monsters, and the Alliance Hierarch tackles them three at a time!"

"Yes! Heavenly Alliance Leader, the first Alliance Hierarch, first demi-saint, he is present, what could possibly be beyond handling?"

"Look, the Alliance Hierarch has emerged from the tent..."

Outside the rear defending large tent, several demi-saint figures suddenly emerged, led by a tall middle-aged man with long hair.

"It’s Alliance Hierarch Yan Sheng!"

"Look, Alliance Hierarch Yan Sheng acts, he rushed out!"

"So strong! That aura..."

Countless people watched this scene, gazing at Alliance Hierarch Yan Sheng boldly heading towards the three monstrous phantoms in the void, hearts surging, eyes filled with anticipation.

With Dao Xuanji defeated, the Jiang Clan exterminated, and only the lucky survivor, forced to hide on the frontline battlefield, higher void Jiang Nayi similarly gazed from afar, blood boiling, fists clenched, as the three monsters became figures of resentment like Ai Cangsheng and Xu Xiaoshou:

"Alliance Hierarch Yan Sheng strikes, ensuring these beasts have no return!"