I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 4144: Chapter 1955: Turbidity (Part 2)

An unexpected variable emerged midway.

A Divine Secrets Array suddenly appeared, severing the life connection between me and Bei Huai.

"No matter."

Whether that array was from the Qianshi Dao Clan, calculating as they are, their strength falls short. They can’t unleash explosions like Bazhun’an or The Divine; ultimately, they can’t succeed. The Medicine Ancestor doesn’t take it to heart.

Or it comes from Xu Xiaoshou. Though Xu Xiaoshou was chosen as a descendant by the Name Ancestor, it is solely due to the Name Ancestor’s choice, not Xu Xiaoshou’s own merit. In terms of power, it hardly shakes anything.

The answer is the same as I expected.

Although Bei Huai’s power was diminished by me severing his roots, he still wasn’t someone who scoundrels could oppose.

After all, he was the first genius to be sanctified in the era of the Ten High Nobles. Bei Huai’s prowess must be above Dao Qiongcang and Xu Xiaoshou.

No matter who created the Divine Secrets Array, when sensing Bei Huai with the Body of Devour exiting the array and starting to nibble on the Forbidden Fruit in the North Sea, the Medicine Ancestor couldn’t help but chuckle.

He seemed like an onlooker, watching ants frantically scurrying within a circle he had drawn, trying to break out of the cage.

Little do they know, once the ants are full, I shall crush them with ease.

"Fortune and misfortune are interdependent."

Even though the Divine Secrets Array is a variable, it hardly counts as a misfortune.

The Medicine Ancestor, through this array, noticed the Holy Palace Array in the four-hill mountain.

He suddenly realized that he too fell for the Forget Guidance—the Demon Ancestor’s three-in-one was targeted, while the Holy Ancestor’s revival followed, likely beginning with the Holy Palace’s "Source Crystal"!

Upon deep contemplation, he relaxed again.

He was already in the process of returning to zero. With the Demon Ancestor being hindered by The Divine, achieving three-in-one was difficult. He would need to devour the original power of the Holy Ancestor to complete the harmonization to zero.

Who is faster? Who is slower?

The answer is self-evident.

Nonetheless, the Medicine Ancestor focused on the Demon Ancestor and the Holy Ancestor.

Regarding the four-hill mountain, in his current state, he couldn’t interfere.

And with the Demon Ancestor’s involvement, there might be other preparations beyond the four-hill mountain to expedite his return to zero, potentially synchronizing unexpectedly. Caution is necessary.

Kui Leihan will ultimately be trapped by the Way of Spiritual Cultivation.

After the support of You Yuan’s power ends, The Divine will still face reality. After all, there are no ancient martial arts Holy Medicines left for him to consume.

Another War Ancestor?

Those beaten violently back in the day ensured that the reckless War Ancestor’s path was doomed, preventing the possibility of another War Ancestor being reborn from the ground up.

Kui Leihan, The Divine, Cursed Yin, can’t stir the waves. The Demon Ancestor might be the variable within this scheme.

The Medicine Ancestor’s gaze fell inevitably towards the great array of the four-hill mountain, trying to fathom what was unfolding within it.

But soon, his attention was diverted to an unexpected development:

"Isn’t Bei Huai devouring a bit fast?"

"At this speed, he might drain all the Life Medicine Pools before I complete my return to zero."

"The Body of Devour, to such an extent?"

The Medicine Ancestor found it somewhat peculiar, but upon recalling the origins of the Six Xu from Nu, its peculiarity seemed expected, so he dismissed it.

"It’s not a big issue. In the end, everything returns to its source."

...

Tiansang Spirit Palace, thatched hut.

In the past, the Four Disciples of the Holy Palace often gathered in this dilapidated hut, enjoying roast goose, drinking rice wine, chatting, and indulging in joy.

Those were the most beautiful times.

"What a pity..."

Time has changed, and things are no longer the same.

Ye Xiaotian opened his eyes from the long wooden bench, looking at the other three now empty seats around the table, feeling somewhat wistful.

The old man Sang turned into the Ghost Buddha, his life and death uncertain.

Qiao Qianzhi’s sanctification pregnancy had a difficult labor.

This "Body of Decay" that is me, wherever I go, things go wrong, it seems I am hardly fit to go out.

In contrast, Old Xiao neither achieved sanctification nor became one of the Seven Sword Deities, but wandered freely, living a "carefree" life.

Thinking this, Ye Xiaotian fell into confusion.

He pushed open the wooden door of the thatched hut and gazed into the distance at the dusk, silently pondering for a long time before whispering to himself:

"The Dao is fortune and destiny."

"Chasing the Dao means seizing fortune and altering destiny."

This enlightenment dispelled the last trace of devilish energy from his heart.

Earlier, Ye Xiaotian had tried his best to eliminate the devilish energy within him; though some lingered, it no longer affected his actions or speech.

The unexpected insight from watching the sunset unexpectedly resolved his current predicament.

"Such trivial devilish energy, thinking it could taint my state of mind?"

Ye Xiaotian sarcastically scoffed and floated up gracefully to the doorframe’s height.

As one of the Four Disciples of the Holy Palace, he possessed extraordinary talent, with well-established foundational roots, rarely conquered by inner demons. Instead, he often conquered them, finding elevation.

But these minor advancements were nothing compared to the Holy Emperor and the Ancestral God.

Ye Xiaotian couldn’t be bothered to dwell on these matters anymore.

His insight was secondary; Old Qiao’s condition was peculiarly strange, and after much thought, he decided he must see for himself.

"Teleport!"

With one step, he arrived at the Back Mountain of the Inner Yard.

In this serene place, he hesitated once more, contemplating whether or not to summon a spatial passageway and glimpse into the Tianxuan Gate to find out about Old Qiao.

"Considering his talent, having observers at the sanctification ceremony shouldn’t affect him..."

"But what is this creepy feeling?"

Ye Xiaotian extended his hand several times, retracting it each time.

He finally realized this was a premonition, an inkling.

So, the difficult labor of Qiao Qianzhi wasn’t just odd but very odd?

"Hiss!"

Realizing this, Ye Xiaotian felt his scalp tingle, contemplating distancing himself from the Tiansang Spirit Palace.

But upon reconsideration, this was his own stronghold!