I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 4398: Chapter 2038: Reincarnation

"So quiet..."

"I wonder if Bazhun’an has found the Heavenly Realm yet..."

"But indeed, without Xu Xiaoshou, the Time Realm is much safer."

In the chaotic and shattered Time Realm, Kong Yuhen, immersed in Dao, silently observed this world.

Though no longer the leisurely tea-drinking times of the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, being alone in the Time Realm, away from the battle noise, was also a kind of enjoyment.

"I wonder what has become of the Shengshen Continent."

"But since Xu Xiaoshou has passed through thirty-two Thunder Tribulation Arrays, theoretically, among the Zero Ancestral Gods, there should be few opponents."

"The fires of war should not spread to the Time Realm."

Shangri-La!

This was Kong Yuhen’s positioning for the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, as well as for the current Time Realm.

No need to do more; either wait for Xu Xiaoshou to end everything, or for Bazhun’an to return with the new Heavenly Realm, and the dust will settle.

"Ugh!"

His thoughts suddenly pricked with pain.

Kong Yuhen gathered a bit of his true form from the Great Path.

"It’s happening again..."

His brow furrowed.

He knew it was a sign of power gradually depleting.

Similar pains had occurred over the years, coming at least once a month, lasting for one or two weeks each time.

Despite Xu Xiaoshou’s great help, providing a few precious drops of Life Potion, it was still insufficient to maintain such a vast Time Realm.

Those nourishing drops had long been consumed.

"Hmm?"

But quickly, Kong Yuhen noticed something amiss.

This time, the pain came suddenly but did not appear as a throbbing pain; instead, it intensified over time.

It was as if someone forcibly intruded into his spiritual world, forming needles that pricked, causing Kong Yuhen to sweat profusely in no time.

"Not right..."

"It doesn’t seem to be, power depletion..."

He extended his hand with difficulty, finally discovering the "lesion" on his body.

His right hand had swollen with lumps at unknown times, blood vessels turning green, the entire arm becoming unusually slender, resembling a vine of a plant.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle!"

Not just the right hand, but the left hand too.

Even both feet and the torso began to deform.

In a series of hissing sounds, the humanoid Kong Yuhen quickly transformed into a not very robust plant, with only his head barely maintaining a human shape.

But...

"Itchy!"

"So itchy!"

It felt as if dense rashes crawled over his face, and the urge to scratch with his hands was left unsatisfied due to his arms becoming soft and powerless.

Space as a mirror.

Kong Yuhen widened his eyes, staring forward, his pupils trembled.

Where was the "person" in the mirror? He had completely turned into a plant, and though the face wasn’t covered with blood rashes, it was covered with black sunflower seeds, making one shiver at a glance.

"Did I become a sunflower?"

His brain felt like it was cracking, a throbbing pain piercing through his spirit.

Kong Yuhen murmured hoarsely, unable to withstand the pain of mutation.

In a daze, he seemed to see himself in the spatial mirror splitting into countless existences.

There was a sunflower self, a Huang Quan wearing a Yama mask, a cold-blooded scholar with an icy gaze, a burly big bald man with a square face...

The mirror space magnified infinitely in phantom vision.

Rows upon rows of Kong Yuhen were born in various forms, making it impossible to determine which was the true self, as consciousness completely fell into chaos.

At this moment, a sinister laugh resounded in his mind:

"They took me away, so I’ll have to make you my ghost beast host body!"

This voice...

Medicine Ancestor, Divine Farmer Hundred Grass?!

His thoughts swirled violently, but Kong Yuhen could no longer control himself and his power, and the multitude of selves merged back together.

A massive tumor replaced the Sunflower Kong Yuhen.

A bloody sizzle tore from the top, and half a body emerged above, shockingly bearing the face of Medicine Ancestor Shennong Hundred Herb, an old man with a weathered and wrinkled face.

"The Time Realm is mine now!"

Medicine Ancestor’s upper body pulled out from the blood tumor with great effort and manifested his hands, lifting them from the sides.

Reaching this step, he finally could do a bit more, but he frowned and sneered:

"No need to struggle."

"This Ancestral God’s arrangement spans billions of years, even if the true body of the Time Ancestor came, it couldn’t resist."

"Moreover, your resurrection is not complete, at most just a collective of the Time Ancestor’s incarnations."

Medicine Ancestor laughed heartily, his laughter filled with satisfaction, and yet there was deep resentment and dissatisfaction.

Evidently, on Shengshen Continent, driven to such an extent, with life and the Reincarnation River both plundered, almost losing both life and lineage.

Anyone would find it unacceptable.

"Die!"

Fortunately, there was preparation.

Medicine Ancestor poured all this hatred onto Kong Yuhen.

With both hands pressing down forcefully, as if to crush Kong Yuhen’s remaining will, attempting to completely seize the Path of Space-Time.

The Time Realm space suddenly rippled.

Without any explosion, after Kong Yuhen’s consciousness collapsed, it didn’t dissipate but transformed into countless Kong Yuhen, bursting out from the blood tumor.

Medicine Ancestor squinted, finding it somewhat tricky.

With the Time Ancestor’s downfall, avatars innumerable, it was a boon for an ancestral god wanting to possess the path.

Yet Medicine Ancestor Shennong Hundred Herb’s current state was even frailer than Cursed Yin, unable to completely crush the will of just Kong Yuhen, this collective of Time Ancestor incarnations.

One strike resulted in numerous avatars bursting out.

"Hateful!"

"Hateful Xu Xiaoshou seizing my eighteen Life Medicine Pools!"

"Even more hate for Saint Xin’s Blood Demon Reverse Fate Technique, forced to the point of no return, which directly robbed the path from the Ancestral God!"