I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 4082: Chapter 1934: Spring Arrives (3)

"What is the Memory River, Lord Li? What’s happening to me? Am I dead?"

Lord Li paused above the river, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far, holding an object in his hand, saying:

"This is the reverse side of the Memory River, a place the Ancestral God cannot spy upon. Here, I will entrust you with an item, hoping you will keep it safe."

The reverse side of the Memory River...

The Ancestral God cannot spy upon...

All these words proved Lord Li’s unfathomable depths; perhaps he truly is stronger than Dad.

Moreover, when Cao Erzhu looked forth, the object drifting from Lord Li’s hand appeared strangely familiar.

"Ancestral God Fate Chart?"

Cao Erzhu exclaimed in shock.

This object had been displayed by the Sword Ancestor; Brother Shou had also demonstrated it — surely, he wouldn’t mistake it.

On the reverse side of the dim world of memory, the Ancestral God Fate Chart emitted a faint light, as if illuminating another flicker of resurgence in life and death.

Cao Erzhu held the item, feeling his limbs and physique swiftly grow and repair...

No!

It doesn’t resemble growth or repair?

It feels more like reclaiming control over the body, a sense of waking from one dream within another, a strange sensation.

"Remember, the Ancestral God Fate Chart is not an accomplishment, but a restriction."

"When you feel everything is slipping away, awaken memories of the past, and retrieve this item, only then can the contract be made."

"As for the rest, how much can be accomplished, depends on... fate..."

The Memory River fades away.

Lord Li’s figure also fades.

The entire dim world shatters, and before him, a slight light gradually brightens, ultimately erupting into a thunderous sound in his ears.

"Boom!"

Cao Erzhu abruptly woke up.

Uncle Ghost Buddha’s head had a bite taken out of it; the wounds on his body were covered with mushrooms and moss, exuding an aura of ancient history, sprawling nearby.

Dad stood in the void; the great calamity of Ancestor God Destruction seemed only a few steps away, still mighty and overpowering.

"I’m... alive again?"

Cao Erzhu looked down at himself, touched his body, finding everything intact.

Yet previously it seemed like he had been blasted into flesh pulp by Bei Huai?

"Why?"

"Was it because of Lord Li?"

Thinking thus, Cao Erzhu furrowed his brow.

He casually grabbed a handful of snow, which melted into water in his palm.

The climate seemed to warm rapidly; the snow on the ground swiftly melted into slush, and the air became noticeably humid.

Under the thunder calamity, in the Broken Land, not a blade of grass should survive.

Suddenly, Cao Erzhu’s pupils dilated, noticing something.

Not far away, a once-charted golden osmanthus stump began sprouting upward, releasing a first tender green bud.

...

Northern Region, Valley of Floral Fragrance.

Outside the Seven Breaks, many adventurers converge, thus forming a marketplace for Spiritual Cultivators to trade.

At the entrance of the marketplace, flowers suddenly bloomed, enveloping Spiritual Cultivators in a dense spring atmosphere, eliciting inadvertent murmurs.

"Ah~"

Butterflies emerged from their cocoons, soaring high.

Soon, a High Realm Practitioner awoke from delight, with pupils suddenly trembling, crying out in horror:

"What the hell, Brother Zhao, how did you grow butterfly wings?"

"Oh my god, Old Qian, y-y-you... your pants ripped, is that your third leg, so thick and long?"

"Oh dear, you chubby child, how do you have three mouths, ah! Monster! Long-tongued monster!"

"Help, save me, urgh..."

Amidst cries of alarm, no one noticed at the marketplace entrance, an old man in a straw hat strolling by.

The old man dressed in a worn-out vest, removed the straw hat from his head, revealing a wax-yellow face marked with deep creases; his eyes were bright, holding a small sickle for cutting grass.

"Yo..."

The old man smiled, stepping forward.

Like a ghost, within a single step, he traversed from the northern to the southern entrance of the marketplace, leaving a series of residual shadows.

Behind him, the entire marketplace, in an instant, plunged into a thriving bloom, chirping birds, and fragrant flowers.

"Long-forgotten sweet air..."

The old man’s second step moved beyond the Northern Region, crossing the North Sea, entering the Ghost Buddha Realm.

On the unvisited glaciers of the North Sea, he left behind a straight floral path; blooms opened, disintegrated shadows, flourished life.

"Like a newly opened jar of aged peach flower wine..."

A gentle murmur sounded at his ears, the last thunder calamity unearthed, Kui Leihan’s pupils swiftly enlarged, turning his head suddenly.

A wax-yellow face was right before him!

Unprepared, a gentle slap landed on his face, painless and tickling, yet producing a crisp sound.

Kui Leihan didn’t even realize what happened — who was this person, and why...

The old man vanished.

Realizing the trouble, his gaze quickly followed.

Within a series of residual shadows, he found the final landing spot, his gaze fixed on Fusang City.

"Celebrate..."

Under Fusang City, Yu Zhiwen, Li Fuyu, and Yue Gongnu had only just lifted their heads.

The old man appeared face-to-face with them, gripping the scythe of the God of Death hovering before the void, raising his deeply wrinkled face to the three women with a grin, revealing slightly yellow teeth:

"Spring has arrived."