I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3718: Chapter 1803: Raging Giant_3

Ghost Ancestor, known as the god of death, also known as the Lord of Phantom City.

Hua Changdeng, ruling the Ancestor Divine Court, the true Lord of Phantom City.

Jin Ren pondered and asked: "So Yunshan Saint Emperor’s path..."

Ghost Ancestor chuckled lightly: "My path gave birth to Yunshan Saint Emperor, and only by borrowing his Three Swords of the Sword Demon, slaying the gods and ancestors, can he complete the last step."

Hiss!

Xu Xiaoshou took a deep breath of cold air.

Is it really happening? Is everything that follows a divine battle?

"Are you afraid?"

Jin Ren could feel the pressure from Ghost Ancestor’s casual tone, for what he faced was far more than just Hua Changdeng.

There was also Medicine Ancestor, and Bei Huai, and his divine palace had been seized, weaker even than Cursed Yin...

Understood.

Xu Xiaoshou realized why Jin Ren had to risk being caught by Bei Huai and meet secretly with him once he reached the Mournful Emperor realm.

This time, without waiting for Ghost Ancestor’s response, Jin Ren laughed heartily:

"Ghost Brother, don’t fret. Just for your sincerity today, I will rally people in the future to help you urgently, saving you from dire straits."

Ghost Ancestor fell silent at this remark.

Yet, surprisingly, he neither refuted, teased, nor scorned, as if this was the very sentence he had been waiting for from Xu Xiaoshou.

The gray space was silent.

The two were in a lull after their heated conversation, looking at each other speechlessly.

Quickly, Jin Ren’s eyes shifted, his gaze falling upon the long-handled, long-bladed black scythe in Ghost Ancestor’s hand.

"Ghost Brother, your scythe is so beautiful..."

Ghost Brother is too reliable!

He said so much, explained his current predicament, expressing absolute goodwill.

Although Xu Xiaoshou was still wary, those words should be believable to seven-tenths, and the remaining part had to be verified upon meeting Medicine Ancestor, depending on if his state was evil or not.

And a mighty Ghost Ancestor, if not necessary, why chat so animatedly with a junior?

His straightforwardness, his directness, his standpoint...

If Xu Xiaoshou still couldn’t see his intentions, wanting to gamble on him, he was truly blind.

So Jin Ren took the initiative and openly expressed his... appreciation for the scythe of the god of death, it embodied such pure, abundant aura of the god of death, it was essentially the life’s essence of Ghost Ancestor.

Ghost Ancestor: "Give it to you."

Too straightforward!

He directly handed over the scythe of the god of death in his hand.

Jin Ren initially thought it would be for his neck when the terrifying scythe was first taken out.

He even imagined himself surviving the scythe, soul being taken by the god of death, and falling into eternal suffering, bearing non-human torture.

He never expected a twist. Ghost Ancestor turned out to be a good person.

"How could I dare..."

Jin Ren rubbed his hands, displaying a face of awkwardness, wanting to take it but not daring, looking quite ugly.

Actually, he was seeking advice from his true self.

Even though they were in sync, for such significant matters where he could potentially be "backstabbed", he needed a definite reply before stepping forward.

Overstepping bounds was a capital offense!

And that demon of a true self would never hesitate at executing when necessary, even if it was himself!

Xu Xiaoshou was indeed hesitant.

But he thought, if Ghost Ancestor really wanted to plant a hidden hand on him, there would be countless ways.

He wouldn’t need to explicitly say nor go around corners.

Just because his body, spirit, and will’s three Dao Discs could be super Taoized through the Spirit Dao Disc, he should be able to do something like Medicine Ancestor did in the "Dao", right?

The upper gray mist was chillingly cold.

Ghost Ancestor held the scythe with both hands, towering several meters high; only when he approached did Jin Ren feel he was so unattainable, like looking up to a high mountain, superior to others.

"This item is called ’scythe of the God of Death’, forged from the life’s blood of this ancestor, containing the essence of the power of the ancestral source of the dead beings’ path, coupled with insights refined from the reincarnation path. It might aid your cultivation, given to you now also seeking repayment."

Ha ha, Ghost Brother, you’re really direct, saying such unceremonious things, truly a ghost who seeks a favor for a favor... Jin Ren chuckled: "Then I shall accept without courtesy, if you don’t let me down, I won’t let you down!"

With these words, took the scythe of the god of death.

The long-handled, long-bladed black scythe, with dark red blood patterns engraved on blade and handle, stored with energy, yet exquisite, truly a magnificent piece of art in the world.

Upon acquisition, the scythe of the god of death transformed into a dark light, drawing out the Red Ghost Inscription from Jin Ren’s brow, swishing into it.

"Gone."

Jin Ren felt a sense of loss.

The true self’s Red Ghost Inscription already had the void general Hong, an extremely domineering demi-saint’s spirit he had long envied.

Now his own Red Ghost Inscription contracted the scythe of the god of death, it was the first time Jin Ren surpassed his true self in the "treasures" realm.

But only for a moment, it became empty again.

He gazed far into the sky, eyes tearful, heart full of melancholy.

Is brief possession a reward or a punishment?

"Got it."

In the Ghost Buddha realm, Xu Xiaoshou’s eyes flashed darkly, his Purple Mansion’s Red Ghost Inscription brightened.

In his hand appeared a long-handled, long-bladed black scythe, weighed heavy.

He cherished it very much, playing with it without letting go, the more he looked, the more he felt this scythe was indeed beautiful.

It seems I’m just a transit... Jin Ren didn’t want to say more, his desire to live decreased, yet he could only dutifully ask:

"If I want to meet you next time, encounter a problem on the road of seeking the path, can I summon a trace of you through the scythe of the god of death... even if it’s just residual consciousness?"

A persistent person...

Ghost Ancestor smiled and shook his head.

This answer, he had already given, Xu Xiaoshou did not believe in evil, he could only rephrase:

"Next time we meet, I may be not myself."