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I Am Loaded with Passive Skills (Web Novel) - Chapter 4164: Disrobing 2
Chapter 4164: Disrobing 2
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“Insolent!”The space within the Blood World Pearl resounded with a thunderous roar.
The Divine Throne suddenly exploded, and Cursed Yin vanished along with it.
At the same time, the heavens split open, revealing a massive purple vertical pupil, which widened sharply, seemingly reflecting the blurry figure of Cursed Yin pinching a spell.
“Confine!”
Yet, not even a single word had escaped its lips.
Over at Dao Qiongcang’s side, a technique had just concluded, but rather than shattering the Divine Throne, it merely caused a ripple.
He remained suspended in mid-air, maintaining the same elegant resting posture as Cursed Yin before, humorously gazing at Xu Xiaoshou:
“Do you believe that after all these days together, I can fully discern what Cursed Yin is thinking?”
…
Xu Xiaoshou remained silent.
In truth, the character “ startled more than just Cursed Yin, and what stirred people’s imagination was not just the red four-cornered underwear.
There was also a fleeting glimpse seen before while traversing the river of time, that identical “ pattern on the Demon Ancestor’s stone statue in the Cold Palace Emperor Realm stone temple.
To this day, Xu Xiaoshou still hadn’t figured out from what era it originated, who carved it, or how the Demon Ancestor remained completely unaware of it.
What was even more surprising was Elder Dao the Flamboyant’s current tough stance.
Everyone knows Dao Qiongcang is extremely cautious, and with even a slight “what if,” this guy would never reveal his trump card directly.
Yet now, facing Cursed Yin, he dared to tear off his disguise, to confront directly and even boast loudly?
If it were anyone else, Xu Xiaoshou would think that person had really chosen a path leading to death.
But this person was Dao Qiongcang…
Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t help but entertain a fanciful thought, is Cursed Yin doomed?
“Cursed Yin’s intent, if it can’t defeat me, then it wants to harness the power of the Blood World Pearl.”
Dao Qiongcang had just spoken, yet the intent form here remained still, even when the heavens in the pearl’s space split to reveal the purple vertical pupil.
At Cross Corner Street, his body that stood on the Blood World Pearl lifted its foot heavily again.
“Great Killing Technique!”
Boom!
Another stomp was executed forcefully.
With just the pure unleashing of Holy Power alone, it caused severe chaos within the space of the Blood World Pearl.
Along with that, the vertical pupil in the sky also halted its spellcasting, allowing Dao Qiongcang to take the advantage once more, deploying a technique of the Sui Sect.
He lay across the sky, propping his chin with one hand, while the other pointed distantly towards the void:
“Great Confinement Technique!”
A soft sound of water rushing echoed again, this time Xu Xiaoshou understood fully, there was a fundamental difference compared to the previously seen Divine Thirty-Six Form.
At this moment, each time Dao Qiongcang cast a technique, a river of memory surged from beneath him.
And the ancient nature of this river, its overwhelming power, its domineering amplification…
Yet one could not help but think of the Time Ancestor and the river of time, and also Cursed Yin’s evaluation of the river of time and Yu Hen’s lament regarding it:
“Standing upon the river of time, not entering the cycle of creation and destruction of the Great Path, traversing ancient and modern, understanding fate, dwelling in the secular world, its form and intent transcendent.”
Such is the river of time.
This river of memory and the river of time, while differing by only two words, what is their essential difference?
Xu Xiaoshou, in the Extreme Realm of the Great Path of Will, could not discern any insights from the fleeting river of memory.
Or rather, he clearly saw the river of memory appear, but once it disappeared, he didn’t dwell much on it.
It seemed like…
The river of time was important.
The river of memory, not important at all.
“Buzz!”
Starlight was momentarily veiled.
In the high sky, the forbidden technique of Cursed Yin within the vertical pupil had not yet been unleashed, all its power confined by Dao Qiongcang’s Great Confinement Technique, detained within an intangible bottle.
Cursed Yin tried to break free, but was momentarily unable to do so, as if confined to a paper sheet.
Contrary to Xu Xiaoshou’s observer perspective…
Undergoing the technique, Cursed Yin felt extremely constrained.
The rushing sound of water echoed beside the ear again, but this time no river was seen.
Conversely, within the confined spiritual technique space and under the extremely oppressive perspective, at a slight glance, Cursed Yin saw that above the “river,” many “pieces of memory” that seemed to inject themselves, drifted past.
“Already a person of the river?”
Cursed Yin recognized its predicament and was utterly shocked.
Being within this mountain, it awakens to the mountain’s grandeur.
Being within this river, one realizes the river’s vastness.
This river of memory, could it symbolize that Dao Qiongcang’s Memory Path has already reached a level of Super Taoization?
Even to the point of…
No!
Impossible!
How could that ant possibly…
At this moment, Cursed Yin had come to terms, or rather was forced to accept, that Dao Qiongcang’s previous facade was all a ploy to enfeeble the enemy.
Yet it still could not accept that when Dao Qiongcang tore off his disguise, stripping away that seemingly weak and bully-able exterior, the attitude and methods revealed were so assertive!
“Confine!”
The previous two techniques were completely ineffective.
Cursed Yin had no choice but to put away its underestimation, treating Dao Qiongcang seriously, and when its third technique was about to be pinched…
“Hush, listen.”
Below, lying across the void, in a manner even more imposing than Cursed Yin, Dao Qiongcang gently placed a finger in front of his lips.
“Listen to what?”
Xu Xiaoshou generously tilted his ear to listen.
Unexpectedly, the high and mighty Cursed Yin also paused its technique momentarily, seemingly not believing that Dao Qiongcang could truly discern its every thought with consecutive guesses.
The unpredictability of the human heart, immeasurable.
How could one who calculates the human heart, do so without any omissions or errors?
Yet the corner of Dao Qiongcang’s lips slightly lifted: “The sound of panic and desperation.”
Cursed Yin was stunned, then immediately furious.
Tricked!
This guy couldn’t possibly discern Cursed Yin’s thoughts; he merely grasped Cursed Yin’s character slightly.
“Confine·Origin…”
Within the Ghost Buddha Realm, within the intertwined Life Seed, the true body of Cursed Yin, who had long since formed the hand seals in rage, did not plan for minor skirmishes and was about to burst out from the seed.
