I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3724: Chapter 1806: The Old Turtle and the Child

Jin Ren left.

He did not choose to kill this grandfather and grandson of the Rao clan.

The fall of Wurao had nothing to do with even half a Spirit Crystal.

If there is blame to be placed, it lies with the five great aristocratic families of the Holy Emperor, even with Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang alone.

No matter how gifted this daughter Rao Keke is, or how powerful the elder is, and whether they still have anything hidden...

Once entering Qianshi, nothing can outwit Dao Qiongcang’s Diagram, and they cannot escape this prison.

Wurao, has no chance to turn the tables.

Even if they still harbor some hope within, that hope is too vague, and it’s granted by others.

"Qianshi Emperor Realm..."

"Enough, let’s move on."

Jin Ren left Lin Lake, heading into the depths of the mist.

Upon reaching Qianshi, he felt that the journey was incredibly unreal, akin to the mysterious mist shrouding the lake.

He first killed an old man chopping wood.

Because he felt this seemed like the Divine Puppet of Dao Qiongcang, but after killing, he felt it wasn’t so.

In fact, from the life diagram of that old man, he was indeed a living person.

What a pity, Jin Ren could not gamble.

After encountering the pair from Wurao, Jin Ren felt that what he encountered in Qianshi was not illusory.

If any Holy Emperor family wanted to destroy Wurao, they would eradicate its entire clan.

These great factions, once they decide to act, would not leave roots, any hope for Wurao to rise again would not remain.

The Qianshi Emperor Realm indeed might have left some tricks up its sleeve.

Dao Qiongcang’s style is never to finish things thoroughly, taking one step at a time, securing victory step by step, treating any transformation as potentially beneficial.

The Qianshi Emperor Realm perhaps shares this trait.

"But are those two from Wurao truly real?"

Jin Ren got lost in the thick fog, feeling as if he had forgotten something important, only remembering to continue forward.

He could no longer distinguish between the falsehood and reality of Qianshi, feeling that if the true body came here, it might be able to break through it.

But he was merely half the will of a second true body, his capabilities were too limited.

Not to mention the Qianshi Holy Emperor, even Dao Qiongcang could toy with his current self.

"Perhaps from the very beginning, entering Qianshi was a wrong decision?"

Here he was.

Jin Ren could only comfort himself in this way, collecting more intelligence.

Even if the intelligence was erroneous, having it was enough, the rest would be for the true body to judge.

Time was short.

When he walked out of the great fog, the scenery in front of him changed, and Jin Ren arrived at a swampy area.

The vast ocean was not far, stretching to the horizon.

Underfoot, the muddy sands mingled with water, shimmering under the starlight, dizzying him, making him feel as if his soul was about to sink.

"Hm?"

Jin Ren was startled again.

He had come to corrupt Dao Qiongcang’s memory branding.

Why had he walked so far that every time he wanted to unfold the Will Dao Disc, something unpredictable happened?

"Something’s wrong..."

"Did the Memory Path alter my memory?"

He stopped his steps, yet no longer persisted in weaving Dao Qiongcang’s imprint.

He felt that from the moment he stepped into the Qianshi Emperor Realm, he had entered a "vicious cycle," or had already been targeted by the Qianshi Holy Emperor.

The rest was just circling in place, doing nothing worthwhile.

Jin Ren pondered in the muddy swamp, finally giving a self-deprecating smile, loudly addressing the empty surroundings:

"Come out, Dao Qianshi, no need to play hide and seek anymore, I concede."

The sound spread over the swamp, yet did not stir the slightest echo or ripple.

Jin Ren thought for a moment, brought his fingers together to form a sword, and aimed it towards his forehead—to commit suicide.

He had indeed lost.

The entire journey had been nothing but bewilderment.

The Qianshi Emperor Realm, truly worthy of being a ghostly place capable of nurturing a riddle-like person such as Dao Qiongcang, its very existence is itself a "riddle"!

The sword light was sharp.

But as it was about to pierce his brow, Jin Ren’s action involuntarily paused, his gaze drawn to a colossal figure near the sea.

"What is this?"

It seemed like an enormous... turtle?

Even though quite far away, and half its body sunk in the mud and water, it appeared as tall as a three-story pavilion.

Jin Ren’s sight was not weak.

He could still see a small human figure atop this turtle-like or tortoise-like creature near the sea.

Its back turned towards him, facing the starlight.

As Jin Ren saw it and him, a young, tender voice could be heard from afar, speaking in a most mysterious manner:

"Mysteries knock on immortality, old turtle’s back with longevity pattern."

"Stars weave ten thousand paths, the destiny falls in the middle balance."

Once the ethereal child’s voice ceased, Jin Ren’s vision blurred, discovering a change of scene.

Amazingly, somehow he had crossed the swamp to the near-sea area, coming before the old turtle.

This turtle-like or tortoise-like creature was gargantuan!

It turned out to be more than three stories high, it was as tall as the sky; Jin Ren, in front of it, was as insignificant as sand and mud.

"Turtle?"

The old turtle lowered its eyes, the stars interwoven beneath.

Like something from another world, visible only after breaking mysteries and pushing that supreme door.

Yet with a blink, Jin Ren realized it was indeed much smaller.

It was only as high as a normal person, though still huge, no longer insurmountable.

So close now, Jin Ren could see the old turtle must have witnessed long ages, its years many.

Its shell was like that of a tortoise, with star warts grown on the turtle shell, containing unknown energy, its back also crisscrossed with patterns, seemingly branded with the Great Path’s methods.

But its shell was unusual compared to a typical turtle’s, wrapped with a layer of soft skin, making the star warts and path patterns appear quite ambiguous.

A turtle’s shell and flesh are distinctly separated.

This old turtle’s shell and flesh grew completely together under that soft skin’s connection, having gaps, but not obvious.