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I Am Loaded with Passive Skills (Web Novel) - Chapter 4154: Extreme Realm
Chapter 4154: Extreme Realm
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“Divine Descending Technique!”Dragon Cave, Tongxuan Forbidden Area.
A spotted female leopard suddenly rose up, letting out a mournful cry, and soon its belly split open, from which emerged a middle-aged man in a Star Robe.
He held a jade comb in one hand and a bronze mirror in the other, combing out his long blood-soaked hair, quickly shaking off all the filth on him, exuding an air of elegance.
The female leopard whimpered in misery behind him, and he casually flicked a starlight, healing the leopard’s wounds, causing it to flee in terror.
“It’s actually the Dragon Cave…”
Dao Qiongcang pursed his lips slightly, contemplatively observing the long-unseen environment of the Tongxuan Forbidden Area, his expression reflecting a hint of surprise.
He stuffed the jade comb and bronze mirror into his chest, freed up his fingers, and pinched them slightly, easing the worry between his brows.
“This is the thirty-seventh time I’ve come, but never found any anomalies before, which indeed might actually explain the issue…”
“If indeed there’s truly nothing anomalous, there would be no need to come against the trend so many times…”
His self-talk had a sound, like he was speaking to an invisible, untouchable presence.
After some more thought, he turned his gaze in another direction, slowly extending his hand, murmuring as he did so:
“White Mist Forbidden Zone…”
Click.
With a single step, he exited the Tongxuan Forbidden Area.
With the second step, his hands touched the white mist.
By the third step, he had reached the White Mist Forbidden Zone, where Xu Xiaoshou last stood.
“I’m coming in.”
Dao Qiongcang chuckled lightly, touching the space with his right hand.
Though there was no fluctuation of holy power from his body, a faint sound of flowing water echoed all around.
Instantly, in the space of the White Mist Forbidden Zone, Dao Qiongcang’s figure faded, and within the Life Medicine Pool, a phantom gradually became solid.
“Memory…”
Xu Xiaoshou watched as Dao Qiongcang entered as if using a “Wall-penetrating Technique,” greatly astonished.
Initially unable to comprehend, he then shifted to understanding this “Wall-penetrating Technique” from the perspective of the Way of Techniques, gaining some insight:
“Using the space touched as the main body, with the past memories carried on this main body for communication, penetrating the weakest point in the memory?”
“In reality, he might have directly entered following the moment this space was opened, which is almost as if he has always been here, yet never truly here. But if that’s the case, wouldn’t Medicine Ancestor notice in a space created by Medicine Ancestor?”
“Also, space is not a conscious entity, nor does it actively remember anything, how can he find the space’s memory, let alone its past?”
Dao Qiongcang was willingly exposing himself!
He should have other methods to enter, if nothing else, he could have called on me for help.
But he chose to reveal his peculiar ability concerning the Memory Path, why?
Suppressing the tides within, Xu Xiaoshou pretended not to understand at all, frowned, and asked, “How did you do it?”
As Xu Xiaoshou studied Dao Qiongcang, Dao Qiongcang also scrutinized this “Bei Huai,” initially taken aback, but then laughing it off, carefreely said:
“Memory.”
“Space, can it have memory?”
“No, it cannot.”
“Then why did you still…”
“Under normal circumstances, it cannot.”
“Then, under abnormal circumstances?”
Dao Qiongcang chuckled softly upon hearing this, shifting his gaze away from Bei Huai, sweeping over the empty, energy-devoid space, and landing on that patch of gray-white shadow not far away, examining it closely as he spoke:
“Under normal circumstances, that Sword Stele in the Feng family’s Sword Pavilion in the Southern Region is just a broken piece of stone. When future generations look at it, they can’t see the elegance left by the Feng family’s ancestors, nor can they comprehend the unspeakable insights into the Way of the Sword within it.”
“Under normal circumstances, Qingju is merely a common iron sword, unable to remember the name of its owner, nor understanding what truly transformed it—was it the subsequent reforging by others, or the intangible nourishment of its fame?”
“Under normal circumstances, space is also a lifeless object.”
This guy…
One has to admit, Elder Dao the Flamboyant’s words can be overly convoluted at times.
Xu Xiaoshou burned quite a few brain cells, sifting through foundational knowledge of the Will Path to grasp the implications in this fellow’s words.
The normal perspective of people is:
Humans are life forms; humans have memory.
Rocks are not life forms; rocks have no memory.
Dao Qiongcang’s perspective is:
Humans are life forms; humans have memory, and through Soul Searching, one can extract the unseen memories.
Rocks are not life forms, but rocks may not necessarily lack memory; it’s just that, using the methods of life forms, one generally cannot read the memories of non-life forms.
So perhaps…
Turn the rock into a quasi-life form, hence the creation of Divine Puppets, allowing its memory to be read.
Or perhaps venture into another extreme, finding the backside of the Memory Path, the reverse side of memory, to read what ordinarily can’t be perceived?
“The backside of memory…”
Xu Xiaoshou murmured softly, finding it somewhat abstract.
To his surprise, Dao Qiongcang, who had been serene, suddenly widened his pupils upon hearing this, raising his head in disbelief, “What did you say?”
“Ah?” Xu Xiaoshou was stunned, “Just some insights…”
Dao Qiongcang regained his composure, studied this “Bei Huai” up and down, and calmly said, “I was just speaking casually, don’t overthink it, it’s easy to go to extremes. Just understand it as the ordinary Path of Life you’ve mentioned to me.”
If you say it like that… Xu Xiaoshou felt peculiar, wondering if he might have stumbled upon Dao Qiongcang’s “truth.”
Reflecting further, there had been previous conjectures.
Dao Qiongcang’s cultivation approach, mutually extreme with Nuozu’s “I,” could be termed as “he,” or perhaps “Ping.”
He excelled at affirming himself through others, be it the tens of millions of Divine Puppets beyond the divine relics in the starry sky, or others scattered across the Path Division, the sacred mountain’s elites, or the Southern Region; they were used to affirm his own existence.
This might be his way of discerning my style.
