I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3894: Chapter 1868: Unfathomable_2

It’s just that they both tacitly understood, each aware that the other had the means to wake up, so you come over, I just move around.

If there’s a fish on your side taking the bait, at most I just offer congratulations, without usurping the success.

Name, Medicine Ancestor may not know, but Cursed Yin surely does!

"It’s here..."

Watching the conversation shift, the giant purple eye in the starry sky blinked, quietly musing: "Sure enough, it begins to unfold."

But what was pondered was not the Demon Ancestor, rather...

Xu Xiaoshou!

The Reverse Inheritance just ended!

The Path of Oblivion and Stealth that confined him for so long had just been torn away, could Xu Xiaoshou truly have wiped himself so clean?

Even the Demon Ancestor has started to ignore his existence?

Has the intangible guidance of this Extreme Realm of Will Path seeped to such an extent that even the Ancestral God is unaware?

"Name..."

Cursed Yin’s thoughts weren’t on this, constantly reminding himself to pay more attention to Xu Xiaoshou’s Great Path of Will in future, casually responding:

"In my humble opinion, the name lies with Xu Xiaoshou, not with Bazhun’an."

Even casually, Cursed Yin was extremely shrewd.

Since the Demon Ancestor has "let it go", naturally, he wouldn’t intentionally bring up Xu Xiaoshou again either.

Whereas previously he regarded Xu Xiaoshou highly and Bazhun’an lowly, he couldn’t now change his tune because of a few words from the Demon Ancestor, lest he draws attention.

One sentence, just keep betting on Xu Xiaoshou, after all, they won’t believe it.

Indeed, a foolish opinion!

The Demon Ancestor sneered inwardly, yet asked: "What makes you say that?"

"The situation shrouded in mist, unable to see it clearly, perhaps it’s half and half, the name split in two." Cursed Yin’s stance wavered, like a reed in the wind, changing with just a few words, true to his usual behavior.

Cannot see clearly... Even the Medicine Ancestor laughed, staring at the giant purple eye in the starry sky, mockingly stating in plain language: "What a waste of such a big eye!"

Blindness of the Ancestor of Hybrid Body!

Don’t let me catch an opportunity, or Medicine Ghost Bei Huai, shall devour all!

Cursed Yin was furious, about to speak, when a message arrived from the Spirit Rhinoceros Technique:

"Nu, who is it?"

Nu?!

Cursed Yin’s heart thumped, his pupils slightly dilated.

He confirmed again who was asking, but who else could it be on the other end of the Spirit Rhinoceros Technique but Dao Qiongcang?

"Dao Qiongcang..."

This inconspicuous guy, Cursed Yin exploited him, yet never gave him a serious look.

But how could a commoner suddenly bring up this word in this scheme and come to ask the identity of "Nu"?

"I see Dao Qiongcang like a firefly..."

Cursed Yin gained a hint of vigilance, silently glancing toward the distant coffin under the tower, knowing that the Demon Ancestor also viewed him like a firefly, surely not...

Sizzle!

Could it be that this Dao person also wishes to become a Godhood-Sealing and Ancestor, claim the title of a Dao ancestor?

Then who would he rob the path from, himself, Medicine Ghost, or the Demon Ancestor?

"Not likely..."

Soon, Cursed Yin let down his guard.

Regardless of Xu Xiaoshou, Bazhun’an, or even The Divine, Kui Leihan, he could see a bit of hope for them to either achieve the Great Path on their own or succeed in robbing the path.

Dao Qiongcang?

Just a petty fellow.

Not enough talent, even if he burns more, could he reach the Ancestral God’s tail—this small flame, the Ten Ancestors could extinguish with a palm!

And since Dao Qiongcang asked, it only proves he knows only the word "Nu", entirely unaware of the essence.

Moreover, why suddenly ask this...

Cursed Yin did not answer, and about Nu, he only knew a bit himself, so his intent once again latched onto the Demon Ancestor:

"Indeed, I thought of a theory concerning the name, and as an exchange, I wonder if the Demon Ancestor might later resolve one of my perplexities?"

The Demon Ancestor pondered slightly:

"Agreed."

The phantom of the ancient japonicum glanced between the two, not knowing what they intended to discuss, growing somewhat impatient.

External opportunities, where could they be more important than the present?

Cursed Yin paused slightly, knowing that the Demon Ancestor could not be easily deceived, saying nothing substantial would be equivalent to jesting, he spoke very cautiously, with some of his conjectures:

"Time has long since sunk, past and future subverted."

"The Demon Ancestor frets over ’name’, whether it be for Bazhun’an or Xu, why not consider it from another angle, is it really ’for’?"

"Hmm?" The Demon Ancestor expressed slight interest.

Cursed Yin spoke in a deep voice, startling with his words: "Could not Bazhun’an, or Xu, be the first-generation Name Ancestor?"

In the starry sky, the coffin under the tower suddenly stilled.

The Demon Ancestor evidently listened, though the words sounded mystical, so absurd, yet it all hinged on a "fact":

Time, had long since sunk!

Cursed Yin, having spoken, did not immediately cease.

Guidance has never been about covering another’s eyes.

But rather, deftly employing maneuvers to lead one from one dilemma into another horn of a dilemma:

"Time reversed, Dao is not constant, the present cannot be viewed with ordinary eyes."

"The name you know, is a name of later generations, but the name at birth, could it not be the present Bazhun’an or Xu of this life—may achieve, affecting the present and the past in the future?"

"And regardless of whether the Demon Ancestor wants to utilize the Way of Name to advance self, or to seize it and replace; whether my conjecture is true, or if Bazhun’an aids, Xu aids, is the truth..."

Cursed Yin, leading like a deity, gazed toward the lakeside scene at Lingyu Mountain: "The path lies in Bazhun’an, Xu, these two, the Demon Ancestor merely needs to choose them, which aligns with what we presently seek in unison."

A pause, the power of guidance from Cursed Yin, then slightly spread:

"Of course, the Demon Ancestor eats meat, we just drink some broth, that’s sufficient..."

The coffin under the tower trembled, bubbling black demonic liquid emerged, a sound of undeniable authority issued from within:

"Both Bazhun’an and Xu, this ancestor shall have them."

Drown you in them!

Cursed Yin, sullen: "That might be a bit overbearing..."

"Let the Medicine Ancestor state conditions. As for Cursed Yin, one for one, ask." The Demon Ancestor swiftly concluded the matter with a few words, leaving no room for further negotiation.