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I Am Loaded with Passive Skills (Web Novel) - Chapter 4229: Pope 2
Chapter 4229: Pope 2
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It can be first, or it can be last!Getting entangled in this seemingly paradoxical process is completely meaningless, but its result evokes much imagination.
In an instant, a practitioner who understood this in the Cloud Sea voiced his suspicion: “Master Ping, as a practitioner of Taoist techniques, according to what you say, does it mean that when the Taoist techniques I’ve cultivated suddenly disappear, and the concept of the Dao Ancestor is lost from my mind, it represents the observed side, the Cursed Yin wins?”
Master Ping nodded, then shook his head, and laughed:
“That’s not entirely correct.”
“You are not yet enough to become the ‘point’ in point-to-point; you are merely a speck of dust in the long history of this world of ‘points.’
“On that side, if the Cursed Yin wins, the transformation led is on this side of the world, perhaps a slow change lasting tens of thousands of epochs.”
“So your statement is only half correct; it won’t be that you ‘suddenly realize’ the disappearance of Daoist techniques, but it will be ‘when the practitioners of this era, under the subtle changes of history, forget Taoist techniques,’ that represents the end of observation, representing the defeat of the Dao Ancestor on that side.”
“But by then, the people of the world will no longer know the ‘Dao Ancestor,’ and history will continue as usual.”
Wow!
The hall was filled with exclamations.
This theory is too subversive.
Too vast, too enormous, and the more one thinks about it, the more terrifying it is.
Isn’t it equivalent to saying that while researching the history of Cursed Techniques and Taoist Techniques on this side, there’s another world where the Cursed Yin and Dao Ancestor are in a fierce cosmic battle?
And the result on that side will affect the historical changes on this side?
Absurd?
Absurd indeed!
But to say there’s no logic at all?
The river of time does indeed divide into multiple streams, even the Sword Ancestor could leap to the Saint Xin era, build a sword tower to seal the Demon Ancestor’s Spirit. The reality of the moment and the past history are interconnected, how could it be without any logic?
“One understands when reading history, acquiring knowledge then knowing oneself.”
“Cause and effect correspond, tail in mouth forms a loop to the Path.”
Atop the high platform, Master Ping gently caressed with both hands.
The changing clouds in the sea of clouds dissipated like smoke, and after a summarizing statement, declared today’s lesson, to temporarily come to a close.
The Cloud Sea surged vigorously, difficult to quell the thrilling hearts.
Discussion continued for quite some time, Tong Sheng hesitated to speak but at last, encouraged by Li Yun, mustered the courage and raised his hand:
“Master Ping, I have one last question.”
“Go ahead.”
“You mentioned that the Southern Cursed Continent beneath us was formerly the Southern Region of the Land of Sin, and said it is the new Heavenly Realm not the old one, and it is combined with temporal realm, doesn’t this mean the Eight Ancestors succeeded, the Saint Servant won, and the Demon Medicine suffered a defeat?”
“But Medicine Ancestor also has a method to sow new Heavenly Realms, who can say this new Heavenly Realm was created by the Eight Ancestors, not the Medicine Ancestor?” Master Ping answered with a question instead.
Upon hearing this, the youth Tong Sheng not only did not falter but rather revealed a gleeful expression, as if Master Ping had fallen into his verbal trap, directly burying her!
He immediately retorted: “Then does Master Ping mean the Demon Medicine’s Cursed Yin won, so there’s a ‘Cursed’ character in the Southern Cursed Continent?”
“You cheeky child, you respect Taoist techniques, don’t you…” Master Ping chuckled, but was not annoyed, “Yet haven’t you heard, the Dao Ancestor seeks more than just Cursed Techniques but also life, reincarnation, if He succeeds, this new Heavenly Realm could also be opened by Him.”
One after another, and then another, that’s the way of the Dao Ancestor, Dao Qiongcang!
The youth Tong Sheng, with a crafty glint in his eyes, knowing well that Master Ping fell into the rhetorical trap he had dug, exclaimed loudly:
“So it seems, Master Ping can interpret the many changes in history and knows in the end it’s the Dao Ancestor who wins?”
“No can do.” Master Ping shook his head.
“Then it’s the Medicine Ancestor who won.”
“Don’t understand.”
“Then, there must be a third party’s involvement, something unknown to us, that Master Ping knows!”
“Don’t know.”
Three rejections in a row, the Cloud Sea was in an uproar.
Until this moment, everyone realized that the youth’s intention was not to fish for wine but clearly to extract a definite answer from Master Ping.
Everyone eagerly anticipated, truly wishing Tong Sheng would press further, but the youth was no longer expectant, after the three rejections, he wasn’t discouraged, and went directly to the crux:
“In Master Ping’s view, who do you think will ultimately be the winner?”
Seemingly asking, in reality, Master Ping’s subjective perspective, nearly represented the answer.
While everyone assumed Master Ping would give a cold fourth rejection, completely disregarding the youth’s entire line of questions, the graceful figure on the high platform instead laughed and shook her head, her jade-like finger gently placed on her red lips, softly “shushed”:
“Listen…”
The Cloud Sea became immediately quiet, everyone was left hanging, itching unbearably.
Listen?
Listen to what?
Yet it seemed as though a river of Historical Dao rushed to the sky, extending from beneath the Cloud Sea past their feet, drawing the people’s minds into it.
In an instant it was as if one could transcend history, pass through the vastness, and recreate the past, in the depths of the void, as if truly hearing that astounding cry destined to be engraved in the river of history…
…
“Welcome Dao Ancestor!!!”
Radiant light tore through the sky at Cross Corner Street.
The path energy sealed by the Ancestral God erupted in all directions.
The sky was filled with splendid colors, a joyous celebration like a prosperous age, the Four Seas paid homage, phoenixes and luans sang together, the people of the five regions prostrated on the ground, looking up in astonishment.
The ancestral figure they saw was both familiar and strange.
Feeling as if they knew Him, yet having no impression of His process of becoming a Dao, it seemed as if he emerged out of nowhere, achieving at one stroke.
But to say completely unfamiliar, fragments naturally surged from the depths of memory, piecing together the unknown past of the “Dao Ancestor.”
“He is…”
Standing atop the dark dragon head of the Holy Palace at the four-hill mountain, Zi Chong could no longer hide the surging in his heart, even his pupils trembled violently.
Just before this person appeared, there was no one in Zi Chong’s memory that ranked as high, not even a name.
After seeing this ancestral Dharma form, inexplicably, a huge portion of knowledge forcibly emerged in his understanding, completing his entire information.
