I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 4347: Chapter 2022: Scars of Memory

"This place is..."

Xu Xiaoshou felt like he was dreaming.

In the dream, his head turned into a butt, and several tongues grew from his chest, so grotesque that he couldn’t bear to look at himself, even wanting to kill himself.

At the last glance of the dream, he turned back and saw Dao Qiongcang. Elder Dao the Flamboyant’s eyes held no pity, no sympathy, just the same aloofness as ever. Truly, a heartless, Way of the Heavens’ energy movement man.

Whoa!

But just at that glance, the dream shifted.

Seated in the Sea of Consciousness, even though his abilities were suppressed in the Hastened Lawless Kingdom, he could distinctly feel a thread of something akin to "memory", which was taken away by Dao Qiongcang with that glance.

Then, he arrived in the current black world.

"Memory River?"

In the dim world, there was no concept of Heaven and Earth, space, or Dao Methods, only a winding black river flowing from one side to the other.

The water gurgled, eternally flowing, exuding an ancient aura.

In the distance, at each bend in the river, there stood one or more different figures.

They were blurry, difficult to discern from afar, but some of their distinctive features were unforgettable for Xu Xiaoshou, even in a dream.

"Hee-haw hee-haw hee-hee-haw!"

The demonic laughter sounded not far off, accompanied by the light forming an array diagram, with a figure jumping three feet high:

"It’s done!"

"Isn’t this the Great Path Diagram?"

"Life diagram, Spiritual Cultivation Upanished, Great Path Diagram, or the Great Dao Disc, when all are illuminated and can each verify Heaven and Earth’s Dao Methods, it represents final-stage, having the foundation to return to zero."

Elder Qiao...

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned, seeing Elder Qiao Qianzhi of the Tiansang Spirit Palace’s Spiritual Affairs Division, or the head of the Four Disciples of the Holy Palace, here.

Was he doing research here?

Where was this?

Was he not dead?

One puzzle after another emerged. Xu Xiaoshou stepped closer, wanting to communicate with Elder Qiao, but found that while he could see the other, Elder Qiao couldn’t see him.

He reached out to touch, pinched Elder Qiao’s butt, but Elder Qiao’s figure remained indistinct, as if unaware.

He slapped Elder Qiao hard, startling him into looking around, but finding no one, he patted his chest, gasping.

"Ghosts..."

Am I seeing ghosts?

Xu Xiaoshou felt a dread in his heart, feeling this was Elder Dao the Flamboyant’s doing, inextricably linked to memory.

And the reason he was the exception, able to see and touch others here, perhaps had to do with the consummation of his Will Path.

He continued forward.

Along the black river, he walked to the next bend amid the gurgling water and saw another familiar person!

They leaned against a streamside rock, their aura desolate, self-pitying, seemingly unaware of Xu Xiaoshou’s approach.

"Hua Changdeng?" Xu Xiaoshou’s pupils contracted, "Weren’t you in the Venerable Extreme Slash..."

He abruptly closed his mouth.

He went up and slapped Hua Changdeng, who jumped up, looking around, and finding no one, sat back down, continuing to frown and ponder as if still contemplating the Sword Demon.

"Hiss."

Xu Xiaoshou took a sharp breath, faintly sensing how intense this time Elder Dao’s flamboyance was—was he holding back something big?

He persisted forward.

At the next bend, indeed, he saw another familiar figure.

They were handsome, their fox-like eyes long and bewitching, resting their chin on a hand as they gazed at their fragmented reflection in the river, thoroughly losing all worries, entirely immersed in one thing:

"Big sister, are you well, do you miss Ali..."

Moon Fox!

You aren’t dead either?

No, should I say, those who died, they were all "taken" into this special world by Dao Qiongcang?

"Memory..."

Xu Xiaoshou’s soul trembled, memories flashing of the dark times in the Qianshi Emperor Realm when Jin Ren, controlled by Dao Peipei, found life worse than death.

He couldn’t even commit suicide, or say he succeeded but couldn’t die.

Because from Dao Peipei’s perspective, regarding life and death, existence and Eternal Life were defined like this:

"Humans die thrice: once when Body, Spirit, and Will all vanish, twice when the significance of their existence at their funeral is erased, thrice when they are forgotten by the world."

"So, as long as one person remembers our name, does that mean we are ’eternal’?"

Eternal Life!

Combining with the Dao Ancestor Yi Ji promoting "Memory Net", "Memory Eternal Life" concepts in their era.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly realized, Dao Qiongcang accomplished it!

Perhaps, he was brought into this "Memory Eternal Life" world, thanks to that final glance?

"Wow!"

The Taoist music rushed in torrents as the Memory River flowed relentlessly.

Xu Xiaoshou calmed his startled heart, continued forward, and indeed saw many more familiar figures.

There was Yan Wuse, Number Two...

There was Senior Rao Yaoyao, Ai Cangsheng...

There was the Alliance Hierarch Yan Sheng of the Heavenly Covenant, Elemental Divine Envoy Zhong Yuanzi, Kun Peng God Elder Yu...

There was Situ Yongren, Nangong’s technique, Dao Peipei, and someone resembling Dao Qiongcang but more majestic, looking like a superior, Yi Ji!

In the Shengshen Continent, in the broader world, they either merged into a part of the Dao Ancestor or had long perished.

But here, they lived alone, undisturbed by each other, residing by the black Memory River, still retaining basic life characteristics such as thought and action.

Before entering here, Xu Xiaoshou was completely unaware of this.

He believed that Demon Medicine and the like, also had no knowledge of this mysterious world. Otherwise, Dao Qiongcang would have been besieged and killed by them.