I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 4332: Chapter 2017: The Ancestor Shou

"This voice..."

The Five Regions couldn’t be more familiar with this voice.

Over half a year ago, the Dao Imparting Mirror in Feng Family City spread this voice across the length and breadth of the Five Regions, and the stories have been sung ever since.

Since the battle of Godhood-Sealing and Ancestor, the owner of this voice had also shown their face a bit, but it was just a little show of skill in front of the Sword Ancestor before retreating.

As the saying goes, "The deeper the love, the deeper the hate."

Nowadays, so many people curse the cowardly turtle, but it’s essentially because they’ve seen too much failure and various deadly ends under the crushing of ancient ancestors.

Despair!

Helplessness!

Completely outmatched!

With no path to the heavens, no door on earth, even waiting for Bazhun’an to return and assist seemed endless, worsening the situation beyond repair.

Yet, in this absolute predicament, this voice emerged, finally willing to show itself!

"Lord Shou?"

"Is it really Lord Shou, or is someone pretending to be him?"

"Even You Mei and Wen Gou failed, so now whoever pretends is doomed, if it’s Lord Baz there’s no need for pretence, right?"

The Dao Imparting Mirror screens of various families in the Five Regions flashed wildly, almost filling the entire screen.

In the end, it turned into overlapping sentences of "Welcome, Lord Shou," until someone squeezed through the cracks, questioning:

"He said ’This Ancestor,’ didn’t you notice?"

"Lord Shou hasn’t been around, could he have gone to become an ancestor, and why wasn’t there a great calamity?"

"Ancestral God..."

The Ancestral God, one that stands high above the clouds, an existence deemed unapproachable.

Yet now, inexplicably, when "Lord Shou" is linked with "Ancestral God," forming the title "Ancestor Shou,"

The first reaction from the Cultivators of the Five Regions is not excitement, but a bit of terror, considering Lord Shou’s legend is undefeated, yet Ancestor Shou...

Over these days, how many ancestors have fallen on the continent, everyone has witnessed.

"Where is he, where’s Ancestor Shou?"

"Quickly find him, I want to see the real person!"

The screens of various Preachers flung wildly, exhausting all efforts, from the Eastern Region to the Central Region, yet still no one found Ancestor Shou even after a while.

This could truly drive people mad with anxiety.

Hong Niang, as one of the first emerging Preachers, possessed an extremely acute sense for battlefield situations.

After seeing key locations searched in vain, decisively cut to a small window of Demon Ancestor Saint Xin, enlarging the head that had recently coagulated.

Subsequently, with a three-part surprise, three-part suspicion, and an additional four-part wariness, the main screen was pushed all the way.

Mountain and water blur quickly, and soon, a lush and spiritual mountain appeared in the picture.

"This is..."

"He Ting Mountain?"

The three mountains of the Central Region: Gui Zhe, Si Ling, He Ting Mountain.

Of the thousand waters of the Five Regions, Mizao Spring is the most renowned, famous for the Drunken Immortal Brew made from it, considered a celestial delicacy.

Though, Mizao Spring has long since dried up.

Hong Niang spoke quickly while advancing the screen:

"But there’s more than that!"

"He Ting Mountain once was the old site of Fen Qin, where the Chief from the second-in-command saint servant Sleeveless stayed, and Lord Shou is the only personal disciple of the Sleeveless Saint Servant!"

"Is he there?"

Through past upheavals, He Ting Mountain had long decayed, but fortunately, its Dragon Vein had not been completely worn out; within just a few decades, nourished by abundant spiritual energy, the mountain was lush and verdant.

Compared to the rest of the Central Region, which was ravaged by chaotic battles among Ancestral Gods, this place felt like Heaven on earth, almost untouched by any impact.

Mist steamed like celestial aura winding around it.

Scarlet clouds subtly peered through the clouds above, accompanied by crane calls and beast roars from the woods, instilling a sense of peace.

"Just like my Xiaoshou, gives me such a sense of security!"

The screen rapidly zoomed up the mountain, someone with keen eyes noticed the river below the mountain, clearly having regenerated a spirit pond.

Everything appeared full of vitality.

Not long after, when all Five Regions’ perspectives focused on the peak of He Ting, they all saw a figure standing on a green stone, holding a sword upright.

"Lord Shou!"

In an instant, there was an outburst of cheers from each family.

Yet, it was entirely different from the imagined "Ancestral God."

The image of Lord Shou... even calling himself "Ancestor Shou," appeared, somewhat disheveled?

Clad in ragged black clothes, the upper half hanging only by a few strips, the exposed skin lost its luster, looking dirtied with dust and weariness.

Not only that, Ancestor Shou was clearly covered in wounds, with a single glance, there was not a patch of unscathed flesh.

His left arm dangled limply, muscles shriveled, right chest wrinkled as if aged, the abdomen, back, and other places were full of wounds, marked by lightning strikes, wind erosion remnants, burns, frostbites, and slashes of various sorts, a gruesome sight.

Except for that face!

It was the best-protected part of Ancestor Shou’s entire body.

Still handsome, the skin retained some luster, yet the eyes were dull, clearly, vitality and vigor had been entirely drained.

"Is this Ancestor Shou?"

"Is this even Lord Shou!"

"Wuu wuu wuu, who is dressing up as God, playing the devil, give me back my Xiaoshou, I can’t bear for my Xiaoshou to be so heavily injured..."

But that figure in ragged black, the black sword in hand, was unharmed.

Even though the spiritual quality was slightly missing, it bore no nicks or chinks, as if the sword was more important than the person, more important than the face, and better protected.

And the sword hummed and trembled, though held askew under the body, the sword body couldn’t stop its enticing twists, even emitting a faintly lyrical hum.

"Hidden Bitter!"

Hong Niang was shocked, her voice trembling: