I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Deep in the mountain forest, a child babbled.

Beneath the Weeping Emperor Realm's Great World Sophora tree, Northern Sophora and the black-robed silhouette sat opposite each other, three bowls of blood-red liquid placed on the table.

The aura of life was incredibly rich, almost overflowing.

"You are even dimmer than before."

A gentle breeze arrived, making the evening in Weeping extremely pleasant.

Northern Sophora, sitting upright, was tall and handsome. As he spoke, he picked up the blood wine in front of him and took a light sip, his tone quite relaxed.

In contrast, the Ghost Ancestor's figure was hazy, showing a clear "virtualization" compared to his last appearance.

"But now, Hua Changdeng is eroding your authority. Your 'soul' is being devoured, yet you remain indifferent."

"Why?"

Northern Sophora stared at him, his eyes filled only with pure curiosity.

He looked like a refined scholar, exuding the aura of books and knowledge, and a strong interest in the unknown and new things.

Outsiders could not see it, but from Northern Sophora's perspective, one could see streams of power flowing from the black-robed figure into an invisible vortex behind him.

Yet the Ghost Ancestor had not taken even the slightest measure to stop all this from happening.

Northern Sophora spoke again, tentatively:

"By constantly yielding authority, your state will deteriorate. I know this, and you know this."

"So, you are not 'yielding', you are 'fulfilling'. Just like my research, you also want to be reborn in Hua Changdeng, in the form of a ghost beast?"

The Ghost Ancestor remained motionless. The two ghostly fires under his black hood did not even flicker. It was impossible to tell whether his answer was 'right' or 'wrong'.

"No need to hide it."

Northern Sophora shook his head slightly and pushed one of the three bowls of blood water in front of him:

"Your divine soul is boiling."

The fluctuating aura of the divine soul on the opposite side did not hide in the slightest. After hearing this, there was not even a trace of stopping.

The Ghost Ancestor changed according to how human emotions and desires changed with words. He was imprisoned in Weeping, and he was also presented naked here.

"Life Blood Water."

The Ghost Ancestor stared at the blood-red liquid in the stone bowl. Northern Sophora also stared at the three stone bowls:

"Indeed, my current power is only one-third of yours, so I cannot obtain you for the time being. You don't need to be afraid."

"And just like the bowl of water in front of me…"

He pointed to the bowl that was only two-thirds full, raised his head, and maintained a smile:

"The authority of the soul, you choose to yield to Hua Changdeng."

"The authority of reincarnation, you choose to yield to Xu Xiaoshou."

"You were originally a full bowl, but now you have removed two-thirds, and you actually want to voluntarily drop to one-third… Ghost Ancestor, you are seducing me."

Northern Sophora tilted his head, his eyes playful: "My self-control is not very good, I might really take action."

A gentle breeze swept across the hillside.

The Ghost Ancestor's black robe fluttered slightly, and the ghostly fire in his eyes flickered.

He did not care about his own life or death, but regretted that Northern Sophora had ultimately deduced everything about his meeting with Xu Xiaoshou at that time.

And to this day, Xu Xiaoshou has not truly activated the Reaper's Scythe.

This was a very obvious signal. He did not trust himself, and was even more unwilling to engage in deep cooperation with himself.

Of course!

From Xu Xiaoshou's point of view.

As a stranger, even if he was an Ancestral God, why should he start cooperation just because he released goodwill?

He also had better candidates for cooperation, such as Bazun'an, Kong Yuhen, and even the Demon Ancestor and the Medicine Ancestor.

Whether in terms of potential or state, the priority of these existences was far higher than his own.

However, understanding was understanding, and the Ghost Ancestor ultimately had to sigh…

The time is not with me.

Fate is also not with me.

Now, alone and unsupported, with wolves in front and tigers behind, he was at the end of his rope. The only hope left was to possess Hua Changdeng—something everyone could see. Who would let him succeed?

Under the surveillance of the Medicine Ancestor and Northern Sophora, the Ghost Ancestor had actually made many small moves over the years, but none of them went unnoticed, and none of them were killed.

As a result, the Divine Court had to be lost, authority had to be yielded, and the once glorious Ancestral God had now been reduced to a stray dog.

This was the general trend, the overall situation.

The Ghost Ancestor could easily see his ending at a glance.

Unsurprisingly, he would become the first poor wretch to be eliminated, his power divided and devoured by various forces.

"But I don't want to take action so quickly."

Northern Sophora rested his fist against his cheek and pointed to the bowl of Life Blood Water in front of the Ghost Ancestor:

"Drink it and maintain a portion of your power."

"Don't let Hua Changdeng succeed so easily. Of course, Xu Xiaoshou won't suddenly want to help you either. You continue to linger on, until…"

He turned his head, looking at the beautiful and lush scenery of Weeping, breathing in the air mixed with the fragrance of soil, flowers, and plants, and was content:

"Until… when I want to eat you, you take the initiative to die, okay?"

This was not a request.

This was a naked threat.

All the tricks were seen through, and he had lost the courage and ability to give up, so he had to drink this bowl of water whether he wanted to or not.

The Ghost Ancestor picked up the stone bowl and drank the blood water in one gulp.

It contained a strong essence of life, the aura and brand of the Medicine Ancestor, and the power of Northern Sophora's Weeping, all entering his stomach.

This was not the first bowl. In the past, he had also "voluntarily" drunk too many bowls.

"Good."

Northern Sophora smiled.

He supported himself on the table and stood up, tall and slender, his bare feet feeling the vigorous vitality of the land of Weeping, and walked down the mountain:

"I'm going to the Cold Palace Emperor Realm. This may be an opportunity for you. You can take any action, in any way or means."

The Ghost Ancestor's heart stirred, but soon the ghostly light in his eyes dimmed back.

Similar opportunities were too numerous to count.

But after Northern Sophora left, the Great World Sophora tree was still there, which meant the Medicine Ancestor was still there. Where would he have a chance?

"What do you want to do?" The Ghost Ancestor rarely spoke.

To this day, understanding Northern Sophora and being curious about Northern Sophora had become his only motivation to survive, and also the only thing he could do.

He tried to find a bit of room for maneuver from "everything" to escape, but unfortunately, Northern Sophora never made mistakes.

"A Yao said to go find Yue Gongqi, I think he's right."

"You want to eat him?"

"Hmm… Perhaps? If possible, of course, it would be best to eat him, so I can get the Demon Ancestor's will. If not, I will help him, helping him recover faster."

"What benefits can you get?"

"… Benefits?"

Northern Sophora paused slightly and fell into contemplation.

This question, which applied to everyone in the Five Domains today, and which should be clarified before any action, actually stumped him.

It was as if he had never considered this point.

In his world, things like "benefits" and "interests" were ranked very low.

There were more important and more worthy things to study, and those were within his scope of consideration before he acted.

Northern Sophora shook his head: "I don't know. Life has diversity, maybe I can see different scenes because of it?"

The Ghost Ancestor was silent, speechless.

No one could stop Northern Sophora!

The difference between people lies in talent, and even more in resources.

Ai Cangsheng could only show a fleeting False Ancestral Transformation combat power in Xu Xiaoshou's Illusion Sword Technique at most.

Northern Sophora was different.

After Northern Sophora's higher concentration of compatibility with the Medicine Ancestor, his combat power rose and could also reach the False Ancestral Transformation combat power.

Therefore, the Five Great Saint Emperor Families' confinement order on Northern Sophora had long been a dead letter. Otherwise, Hua Changdeng would not have immediately come to the door after being conferred the Saint Emperor last time, raising the lamp to hunt ghosts to show the deterrence of various races.

Deterrence didn't work much, and it seemed to have backfired.

Northern Sophora went from not being able to go out at the beginning to getting used to staying at home and not wanting to go out.

When Rao Wangze was still around, Northern Sophora didn't want to move.

Now that the general trend was coming, he had to step back a little bit, restrain his early heart, and try to be a fisherman.

This time, the first major action of "going out" was definitely not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

The Ghost Ancestor didn't ponder for too long.

Seeing Northern Sophora about to leave, he spoke again.

This time, he directly cut to the point, asking about Northern Sophora himself:

"Regardless, you cultivate life, walking on the path of the Medicine Ancestor, just as Hua Changdeng walks on my path."

"You will eventually encounter Him. You are still willing to do so much for Him? This is digging your own grave. Neither you nor I can escape death."

Bei Huai stood frozen for a long time, his back appearing somewhat lonely.

He suddenly turned his head, his eyes gleaming, his face full of excitement:

"It's different."

"We are vastly different."

He pointed at the Ghost Ancestor: "You are fish on the chopping board, at my mercy."

He pointed at himself: "I, A Yao, the name has always been just a code. 'I' am persistent."

"No matter who eats whom in the end, even if 'I' am swallowed, 'I' will be planted within A Yao's will."

"Even if A Yao is swallowed by others, as long as the Dao of Life does not die..."

His expression suddenly dimmed, then perked up again, his sleeves raised high, "As long as the Dao of Life does not die..."

Poof poof!

One by one, the radishes planted on the hillside opened their watery, intelligent eyes, sprouted cherry-like mouths, and called out softly:

"Bei Huai ~"

"Bei Huai ~"

There were also violets in full bloom.

And peanuts poking their heads out of the ground.

Some couldn't contain their joy, and gently called out Bei Huai's inner thoughts:

"Gluttonous God ~"

"Ba Zun'an ~"

"Delicious, want to eat, want to eat ~"

Bei Huai raised both sleeves high above his head, his heart and eyes full of piety and love.

He stared at the Ghost Ancestor like this, stepping backward out of the Emperor's Realm of Grief, and called out in a long voice:

"Life is immortal, Bei Huai is indestructible —"

......

Boom!

The Ancestral God's Extinction Law Calamity poured down torrentially.

Even with the power of the Ancient Battle God Platform passively activated to its limit, most of Spirit Elm Mountain was razed to the ground, the speed of restoration far behind the speed of destruction.

Some Fusang trees and Spirit Elm trees even showed signs of withering, falling into complete death, beyond the power of the Ancient Battle God Platform to save.

Among the three ancestors outside the realm, the illusory image of the Great World Locust Tree stirred restlessly.

The Medicine Ancestor was the most impatient. His motives and desires were extremely pure and unmasked:

"The Ghost Buddha's 'barrier' is loosening."

"If you ask this ancestor, we can enter the field now."

"Even if it's just a wisp of Ancestral God's will, it's enough to deal with those Holy Emperors!"

As he spoke, the illusory image of the Great World Locust Tree, standing in the starry sky, left the external spatial node of the Realm of Time Rift and began to move rapidly towards the spatial node of the Ghost Buddha.

Hmm?

At the Ghost Buddha's location, the White Vein Three Ancestors and the Demon Emperor Black Dragon sensed it almost simultaneously, and their souls began to palpitate with coldness.

"It's coming?!"

Calling to heaven brought no response, and calling to earth brought no help.

Lord Shou was as good as dead, not even showing his face, which scared the four Holy Emperors half to death.

How could they defeat an Ancestral God?

Even if it was just a manifestation of consciousness!

"D-Don't... panic..."

The Ghost Buddha's main body, which had already become petrified, uttered a long-lost voice. Sang Lao had awakened.

"What 'don't panic'? They're coming to kill us!" The Demon Emperor Black Dragon couldn't help but pick up this guy and shake him a few times to shake the water out of his brain.

Sang Lao couldn't respond to their words. After all, he was currently bearing too much beyond his capacity, and even his consciousness was extremely chaotic.

He hadn't even finished a sentence. After uttering two words, he paused and continued on his own:

"The problem... isn't big..."

On the Time Rift battlefield, Kui Lei Han looked at the three great Ancestral God images, and suddenly his eyes blurred, leaving only two!

He immediately became alert, looked sideways, towards the direction of the Eastern Region.

Zi —

Purple lightning surged.

In an instant, it swept across the outside world from the Northern Region Time Rift, swept across the sea, and swept to the old site of Guizhe in the Central Region, the location of the Ghost Buddha.

"Long time no see."

A greeting startled the Demon Emperor Black Worm, almost curling up into a true worm, "Who?!"

The Ghost Buddha shook, its Buddha light faint, as if responding to Kui Lei Han's greeting.

The purple lightning then touched the Ghost Buddha.

After a long while, Sang Lao's voice slowly came out again:

"Seal..."

"Okay."

The purple lightning disappeared.

Where it came from, it returned to.

"...Slow... down."

The two words that came late scared the Demon Emperor Black Dragon again, fearing that the order would be transmitted incorrectly, he roared hoarsely:

"He said 'seal slowly'!"

"Hey! People! Did you hear that? It's not 'seal', it's 'seal slowly'!"

— There was no response at all.

The Demon Emperor Black Dragon was going crazy.

What kind of companions were these? At critical moments, were they all dropping the ball?

Turning back, he stared at the Ghost Buddha again, completely confused: "Seal what? What are you talking about... Ah! Explain it clearly! We are facing an Ancestral God!"

The Ghost Buddha lost its movement.

The God Prison Azure Stone felt that something was going to happen in the details.

After all, among the White Vein Three Ancestors, there was the Great Emperor Seven Trees. The God Prison Azure Stone knew too well what kind of miraculous effects these similar 'guidances' could have sometimes.

Bang!

An azure chain darted out and swept the Demon Emperor Black Dragon away.

The "tentacles" of the God Prison Azure Stone directly pierced into the chest of the Ghost Buddha.

"Ugh!"

A muffled groan came from within.

Ancestor Jin Zhao and Great Emperor Seven Trees both had their pupils shaken, but they didn't say anything.

"What are you doing?" The Demon Emperor Black Dragon's ignition point was extremely low, and it exploded immediately, "You traitor! Do you believe this Emperor..."

Just as he was about to make a move, the God Prison Azure Stone spoke in a deep voice: "Just ask one question, is the Black Dragon still needed here?"

Sang Lao was awakened by the stabbing.

"Can..."

The Demon Emperor Black Dragon's movements stopped a little. A dignified Holy Emperor was forcibly controlled to slow down his attack speed.

"Go... there..."

The four Holy Emperors craned their necks and waited.

"...side."

The God Prison Azure Stone waited for a while, and after there was no more sound, the azure chain shook, breaking off a chain buckle and throwing it to the Demon Emperor Black Dragon:

"Swallow it."

"Then, you go to Kui Lei Han's side. Don't listen to anyone else's orders, only listen to mine."

Why?

The Demon Emperor Black Dragon's dragon head pouted. I am the sole master of the Black Vein, and you are one-third of the master of the White Vein...

Soon, it sensed the aura of the Medicine Ancestor approaching rapidly, and weakly retracted its head.

The Black Dragon wasn't stupid, and its eyes glanced at Ancestor Jin Zhao and Great Emperor Seven Trees, self-explanatory.

The latter two were just about to speak.

The Ghost Buddha moved. This time, a clear voice appeared, very peaceful:

"Listen to Azure Stone's words."

The Vengeful Buddha!

Had he also awakened?

Or was it that the will of the main body was being forced to a dead end at the crossroads, and could only come here?

The Medicine Ancestor's aura was rapidly approaching.

The Demon Emperor Black Dragon wasn't stupid, knowing that the Ghost Buddha's location was even more dangerous now, so it immediately swallowed the God Prison Azure Stone's chain buckle, shook its dragon tail, and disappeared.

"But let's make it clear first, if Xu Xiaoshou gives an order, I will listen to Xu Xiaoshou's!"

......

Time Rift.

Kui Lei Han glanced around and saw that there wasn't even a single person on the Quadrilateral Platform battlefield. He exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.

Not knowing what he was thinking, the stubble-covered corner of his mouth lifted slightly, and his smile was considered happy.

Soon, he gathered all his mind.

He sat down cross-legged in the air, his eyes tightly closed, the three flowers gathered on the crown of his head, and the five energies returned to their origin.

Without the power of the God of Death accumulated over billions of years, and without the various powers of the collapsed Divine Court Underworld added to his body.

This ordinary Spirit Refinement Master, who had only cultivated the Dao for barely half a century, chanted words in his mouth. He was only reciting a self-written nameless technique that had been in circulation for only thirty years, and had even been revised and patched up half a day ago.

He chanted very quickly. At first, there were pauses, but in the end, it became slurred and unclear. Even the voice and emotions seemed to have been taken away by something, completely entering a state of "enlightenment":

"The thought, is emptiness, inaction and no delusion, no form and no name, heaven and earth are born and all things think, the Xuanhuang opens and the Dao Law desires. Color stains the seven emotions, feeds back the Qi and intention, color stains the six desires, feeds back oneself, therefore thoroughly transforms, returns the spirit with form. Inhales and exhales nature, meridians are mountains and rivers, thirty-six thousand five, one hundred great cycles, from nothing to something, one is born from zero, this is the first thought..."

"There is a carrier, equalized to man, body and intention merge, intention and Qi merge... There is a carrier, equalized to the Dao. Bestowing the Dao to the body, equalizing heaven and earth, bestowing the Dao to the intention, equalizing the four seasons, bestowing the Dao to the Qi, equalizing the breath of the cycle of time and space..."

The vast Dao sound was like the sun in the sky.

Boom!

Before long, as this murmuring became more urgent and more intense, within and outside the Time Rift, tribulation clouds gathered.