I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3784: Chapter 1829: Infernal_2

The Great Infernal Ancestor sent a thought of confusion, apparent from his tone that he was trapped between the past and reality, with only the formidable cultivation level of the Holy Emperor to clarify the two.

Before long, he realized this was not the Xu Xiaoshou of the past, but Xu Xiaoshou of the future, seeing not his present self, but his past self.

"Where are you?" The Great Infernal Ancestor inquired curiously.

"Where are you?" Xu Xiaoshou answered with a question.

"You Yuan Buddha."

When You Yuan Buddha emerged, the black and white veins of the Saint Emperors on Abyss Island appeared, guarding Elder Sang, enhancing the Sleeveless· Red Scorched Body, and becoming the host for You Yuan Buddha.

Until now, not only the Great Infernal Ancestor, but precious dragon and others also reside within the You Yuan Buddha.

"How is the You Yuan Buddha?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.

"We cannot hold on much longer, according to Lord Qing Shi of the Divine Prison, perhaps only a quarter hour, or maybe less."

A quarter hour?

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly felt the tension of time.

A quarter hour might not be enough to traverse the river of time; by then, should Hua Changdeng emerge, would Bazhun’an aid in protecting me or turn against him?

Kong Yuhen originally plotted this, delaying for time?

Or is it just a coincidence?

"Howl——"

The Demonic Emperor Black Dragon was delighted, eagerly coming over, having met an old friend again.

Withdrawing a step, Xu Xiaoshou did not exchange pleasantries with the precious dragon but retreated into the White Cave, heading to the extradimensional spatial crack to see Bazhun’an.

Bazhun’an brought along Cen Qiaofu who could still move, as well as the Storyteller.

The latter two did not respond, while the Eighth, being strong, quickly noticed the anomaly, locking eyes with him.

"Time seems limited, only a quarter hour left." Xu Xiaoshou reminded, waiting for Bazhun’an’s choice.

Bazhun’an remained silent, nodding to him.

"Speak!"

Bazhun’an still did not speak, after pausing for a long time, extended his fist.

At this time, he had only eight fingers, with a clenched fist extended, leaving one puzzled.

Want to bump fists?

Xu Xiaoshou also extended his hand, gently touching.

Bazhun’an paused, retracted his hand, no contact made.

The sword cognition slowly wound around his severed finger, eventually morphing forms, coalescing into an upright thumb...

"..."

Xu Xiaoshou bared his lower teeth, rolling his eyes heavenward.

With a splash of water behind, time surged forward, quickly thereafter Bazhun’an shattered, and all living beings and dead objects in the White Cave shattered as well.

Grass reborn on land, water recedes as mountains emerge.

Everything was bizarre and fantastical, this was time evolving.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly thought of the little junior sister going to the Cross Corner Street, the White Cave now her little world.

But the predecessor of the White Cave was the Infernal Hell Sea of Seven Breaks.

The upper limit of the Seven Breaks is the Ancestral God, with the Dragon Cave related to the Dragon Ancestor, Abyss Island related to the Heavenly Ancestor, the Valley of Floral Fragrance related to Hua Weiyang with the Medicine Ancestor...

The Infernal Hell Sea, there must be mysteries!

Xu Xiaoshou wanted to take a look at the Infernal Hell Sea, to see if there was anything special, strange, deeply hidden guidance!

With a thought.

The extradimensional space rapidly retreated into the past, becoming a place steeped in the ancient aura of time.

"Boom!"

The sky crumbled, volcanoes erupted, lands convulsed with frequent earthquakes.

Once the Infernal Hell Sea was restored, it became a stark contrast to the "gentleness" of the White Cave, even finding a place to stay was difficult, it was simply an apocalyptic scene.

Amidst the changes of light and shadow, a strong seal aura surged from the crack, Holy Emperor Fengtian Feng Yujin.

Once more, Xu Xiaoshou saw the Red Coat Night Guardian and others, they had always been stationed to guard the Infernal Hell Sea, arriving most timely.

But soon, under the Sealing Power’s influence, all lay limply.

Feng Yujin didn’t kill much, after slipping through from Abyss Island, it used the Infernal Hell Sea as a springboard, passing through the Eighth Palace, heading to the Shengshen Continent—in a low-key manner.

His story, next, is to possess Mo Mo.

Mo Mo, caught between not daring to refuse the mission of the Saint Servant and hoping for carefree freedom, on one hand entered the promised Tiansang Spirit Palace, seeking contact with the Sleeveless Saint Servant.

On the other hand, hesitated much, went dormant for many years, ultimately not making contact, during which time at Tianxuan Gate he did not dare to break the Master’s shackles, choosing instead to take the easy way out and sleep.

Feng Yujin is an escapist.

But escapists cannot become Holy Emperors.

Who says "A leopard cannot change its spots"? It can only be said that time is so grand, it eventually even alters the Holy Emperor’s original heart!

"Time, it changes..."

The Feng Yujin that emerged from the Infernal Hell Sea, Xu Xiaoshou did not pay much attention, worried about the little junior sister, continuing to observe this Seven Breaks’ evolution.

An extremely long time passed, perhaps a century, perhaps a millennium, he saw a new phenomenon in the Infernal Hell Sea.

An ancient and gigantic tree took root in the sky, growing upside down. Its crown bloomed and bore fruit, and as if pulled by gravity, a seed of fire detached and fell to this place.

Ancestral Tree, the Ashvattha!

Heavenly flame, Ember Heart!

"Pfft—"

White flames swept through the entire Infernal Hell Sea, igniting space, Dao, and everything within.

The fire seed landed unnoticed by anyone.

It then inhaled the essence of heaven and earth, absorbed the spirit of the sun and moon, and finally cultivated creation, transforming into human Form.

The moment it appeared, it was already in the demi-saint realm!

"The preexistence of the Great Infernal Ancestor..."

Xu Xiaoshou was awestruck. Without greeting, he realized something was amiss.

The Five Decays of Heaven and Man, sanctifying through Blood World Pearl, were actually false saints.

Essentially, they were still at the Higher Void State, but wielded Holy Power. With additional Absolute Body strength, their combat strength surpassed that of Holy Power.

If the Great Infernal Ancestor practiced this path and sanctified through the Ember Heart, his true realm should also be Higher Void, and he certainly wouldn’t reach the Holy Emperor realm.

"Yet, he is already a Holy Emperor..."

The proper path of Spiritual Cultivation involves the demi-saint position, Holy Emperor position, and Ancestral God Fate Chart, moving upward step by step.

One probe.

Xu Xiaoshou found that the Great Infernal Ancestor was born with a demi-saint position—he was no false saint!

Moreover, in his essence, there seemed to be an aura of the Holy Emperor position, just waiting for the right time and sufficient creation to take the easy way out.

"Where did his demi-saint position and Holy Emperor position come from?"

Xu Xiaoshou was deeply alarmed, realizing that even though the Ashvattha was esteemed as the Ancestral Tree, it should not have been able to nurture heavenly flame, let alone a position.

He fixated on the suddenly strange Ashvattha.

The ancient Ancestral Tree rooted in the sky, having completed its mission of nurturing heavenly flame, was gradually fading, about to disappear.

Xu Xiaoshou stepped forward, taking the easy way out, and arrived at the roots of the Ashvattha, slowly extending his hand.

He wanted to touch!

He wanted to uncover why the Ancestral Tree landed in the Infernal Hell Sea, gave birth to the Great Infernal Ancestor, and bestowed two great positions.

Based on intuition, he felt this was not a coincidence.

On the contrary, it was extremely deliberate!

"Friend..."

Yet, just as his hand was about to touch the Ashvattha, a low call echoed beside his ear, causing Xu Xiaoshou to become anxious.

He turned his gaze to find that, unknown to him, the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion stood beside him, atop the river of time!

Within the pavilion, Mei Siren and Bazhun’an were nowhere to be seen.

With a subtle smile, Kong Yuhen, holding a teacup, quietly sat before the tea table, squinting at him.

"Brother Anxiety, what mischief are you up to!" Xu Xiaoshou immediately cursed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion vanished, and the gloomy-faced Kong Yuhen reverted to his handsome scholar appearance.

He frowned, standing shoulder to shoulder with Xu Xiaoshou, glancing at the Ashvattha, and pressing down Xu Xiaoshou’s arm:

"Friend, I must remind you, this is also an important time node. My suggestion is to visit again in the future."

"How important?" Xu Xiaoshou looked at him, unwilling to miss the chance.

Even Elder Sang was in such a state, with few family members left, his little junior sister being one, whether she was Mu Zixi or Lei Xi’er.

The White Cave is different, the Infernal Hell Sea is different.

These all relate to the safety of his little junior sister, especially at this crucial node where she has entered the Cross Corner Street.

If he didn’t clarify the matter today, he would lose sleep every night.

Kong Yuhen said, "Like the time node I wanted to give you regarding the War Ancestor, this is also an Ancestral God time node, and this friend is not easy to deal with."

"Who?"

Kong Yuhen shook his head, not answering.

His expression was heavy, deeply worried about Xu Xiaoshou’s safety, leaving it unclear whether he was feigning, using wishful thinking, or genuinely concerned.

Xu Xiaoshou was torn.

The Ashvattha was about to disappear.

Even though Kong Yuhen said "visit again in the future," there’s a risk that if the Ancestral God of this time node noticed the "being spied on" anomaly.

In the future, upon returning, it might already be prepared?

"Do you want to go?"

Just as he weighed his options, another voice, calm and gentle, sounded from beside him.

Xu Xiaoshou turned to see, it was still the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion.

Bazhun’an leaned against the wooden door, arms crossed, his face unflustered, quietly watching him.

"I do!" Xu Xiaoshou answered without hesitation.

Bazhun’an completely ignored Kong Yuhen’s presence and restraint, nodded slightly, and spoke calmly:

"If you want to go, then go. Leave the rest to me."