I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3852: Chapter 1854: Confined_3

The movement at his fingertips brought no joy.

Xu Xiaoshou had almost forgotten why he was here, why he came, whether he should leave.

The only things he persisted in without questioning the reason were just two:

One, turn around, and face time.

Two, cultivate intent, using the confinements here to hone himself.

...

"Swish!"

The sound of the river of time swished past his ears.

Ten thousand years? Thirty thousand years? It’s uncertain how many tens of thousands of years had gone by.

In between, he moved several times; the touchable self—from eyelids, to fingertips, to heartbeat, and finally, he felt the existence of his neck...

Xu Xiaoshou finally turned his head.

He forgot why he wanted to turn, why he wanted to turn his head.

But when he completed the action, as his gaze swept past, it was as if he saw the river of time for the first time, overawed by its grandeur.

"Boom!"

Silver waterfalls cascaded down from the Nine Heavens Mist, carrying countless planes, countless civilizations, countless histories, flowing toward unknown distances.

Above it, the light shadows changed, pictures flickered by; observing time made the self feel void, seeing the river made the self feel insignificant—a dazzling maze, leading one to become lost.

"I..."

Xu Xiaoshou silently murmured.

His body remained young, yet his will was already old.

He gazed blankly at the river of time, following his inner state, losing himself over countless tens of thousands of years.

"Boom!"

At some moment, his heart suddenly twitched.

As if the past woke up the future, he awakened himself.

Xu Xiaoshou blinked suddenly, withdrawing from the river of time, regaining his senses; it was unclear when, but he had completely regained control over his body, had reclaimed his body.

He twisted fiercely, his entire body turning around.

"Face time!"

Upon directly facing the river of time, for some reason, this voice sounded in his mind.

As if it was himself from countless years ago, or his own warning from countless reincarnations before.

"I, what have I forgotten..."

Xu Xiaoshou frowned thoughtfully.

Vaguely recalled that there was an urgent matter to attend to.

Yet he could not remember it at all, after tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years of confusion, he had long been immersed in repairing self, repairing name, repairing intent, lost within it.

Until...

"Yo! Woke up?"

Until a hoarse voice was heard from afar.

That voice overlapped heavily, as if a thousand people spoke simultaneously, pricking his skin, causing goosebumps to rise slightly.

Xu Xiaoshou startled awake.

He remembered this voice; a long, long time ago, he listened to this speaker at night.

"Nu..."

"Correct! Mad Nu!"

"Name, Time, Nu, Ten Ancestors, Ten High Nobles... Yes, I am trapped, I am in the world behind the door, I must get out!"

He finally recalled what he needed to do.

He unlocked that segment of memory which he intentionally sealed with intent to avoid getting lost many years ago.

"Tiansang Spirit Palace, Dongtianwang City, Jade Capital City, Abyss Island, Four Symbols Secret Realm, Divine Relics..."

Scenes flooded in.

"Elder Sang, junior sister, Yu Zhiwen, Bazhun’an, Kong Yuhen..."

Characters appeared gracefully.

They’re back!

He remembered everything!

The suppressed rage and desire for revenge also ignited, Xu Xiaoshou glared at the river of time, glaring at the chief culprit who confined him...

Anger, yet lasted only a moment.

Anger originated from the same emotions that were sealed when memories were veiled at that time.

Now after countless tens of thousands of years in chaos, before time, Xu Xiaoshou had already let go, feeling no hint of anger.

Time, like water, gentle in smoothing everything.

He merely frowned slightly, then relaxed his brow, calmly gazing forward, gazing at the river of time.

The river of time poured down from the mist beyond the heavens, flowing toward unknown futures, dividing illusion and reality.

The voice of Nuozu did not originate from within it.

Xu Xiaoshou was on this side of the river, that voice came from the other bank.

Gazing thus, unable to see anything clearly... Xu Xiaoshou’s intent shifted, surprisingly piercing through the river of time effortlessly, projecting his will to the other bank of the river.

"Sizzle!"

Sparks flew, sizzling sounds echoed.

The decaying galaxy, endless night, rotten forests, barren land—all lay bare before him.

In the dimness, the only glow from the campfire illuminating, the large fellow cloaked in Nuoyi, face bearing Nuomian, tall in stature, was straddled across a large stone, postured lazily, clutching a large skewer like a roasted lamb leg, sizzling and oozing oil on the campfire.

Not even lifting his head, still lowering it, staring at the campfire’s glow, staring at the roasted lamb leg in his hand, after pausing for a long time, he clicked his tongue:

"I, have waited for you for a full ten epochs."