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I Am Loaded with Passive Skills (Web Novel) - Chapter 4253: Broken Spirit (Part 3)
Chapter 4253: Broken Spirit (Part 3)
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Looking at the fading form of the Name Ancestor, as if retreating like a tide never to return, the Demon Ancestor finally felt a spark of anger:"Hold it!"
The Name Ancestor gave face, but only a little.
He slightly delayed his retreat and spoke a few more words, his tone becoming a bit more intimate:
"Saint Xin, you no longer need others to help you recognize me, therefore, I have no reason to linger any longer."
"At the end of this battle, if things come to pass, you may seek my descendant to see me again. At that time, regarding the matters of the ’Great Calamity’, ’Crane Play’, ’Path and Me’, ’Cause and Effect’, and more, I will hide nothing from you."
"If my descendant falls on the path, you can also seek the Ancestral Court’s Great Demon Mountain after reaching the Heavenly Realm, and chant Nuozu’s true name. Then, a great demon will come to meet you."
The wind carried away the ethereal voice of the Name Ancestor.
The Demon Ancestor took a hurried step, but finally stopped, making no further attempt to retain him.
Truly, it cannot be rushed.
There will be another chance to meet, so no need to hurry.
The Great Calamity, Crane Play, Path and Me, Cause and Effect, after the Heavenly Realm, Ancestral Court’s Great Demon Mountain... It all seems vague, but it’s not because the Name Ancestor doesn’t know. It’s because encountering matters related to the Great Calamity prematurely might affect even my own status of return to zero?
In the end, it’s because I’m too weak.
But I did find an unexpected joy in discovering that if this weakling Xu Xiaoshou suddenly dies, there is a path to converse with Nuozu in person.
To be honest, the Demon Ancestor even looks down on that Name Ancestor.
If I could directly communicate with Nuozu, I wouldn’t even care to acknowledge the Name Ancestor right now, perhaps casually cutting down Xu Xiaoshou as well.
But now, that’s not possible.
After all, we’ve already met once as "friends".
Xu Xiaoshou, the descendant of the Name Ancestor—his strength doesn’t matter. What matters is he’s the go-between. Undoubtedly, after the situation is settled, I might need to trouble him a bit!
"Hmm..."
As the Name Ancestor’s power receded, Xu Xiaoshou’s body of consciousness had been worn thin, clutching his head and letting out a painful groan.
The Demon Ancestor gathered his thoughts and looked at the young man with interest. Indeed, he showed a bit of potential.
Though not comparable to the Eight Gods, those were geniuses I forced out through the power of the era.
The Name Ancestor being able to find a genius like Xu Xiaoshou, slightly inferior to the Ten High Nobles, among others, shows his sharp eye.
"I’ve heard..."
The Demon Ancestor rubbed his chin and approached Xu Xiaoshou, who was collapsed on the ground, with a playful smirk:
"The sky one foot above is Bazhun’an, the Saint ten feet above is Xu Xiaoshou?"
The young man, hearing this, seemed to awaken from a dream, realizing where he was.
His body shook violently, and he struggled to lift his head. Seeing in front of him just a girl in purple, he was initially disdainful, but suddenly, as if recalling all his previous experiences, his pupils involuntarily shrank.
His eyes finally flowed with humiliation, unwillingness, and faint anger, and blame toward Heaven and others. But more than anything, it was despair, helplessness under the suppression of Absolute Power, a strong indictment of inadequate growth time.
"I..."
He made a sound, trembling a bit.
A moment later, the boiling soul returned to calm, and he dared not expose his emotions anymore, becoming cautious.
He squeezed out a stiff smile on his face, yet seemed to find his previous arrogance then humility too shameful, as if engaging in a final internal struggle, ultimately lowering his head.
His fists clenched and then quickly relaxed. This continent’s favored scion, called "Lord Shou" by the world, also a young man with hopes of sealing a founder, finally adopted a respectful attitude, trembling yet clear as he called out:
"Junior Xu Xiaoshou, greets the Demon Ancestor, sir."
Swoosh!
The last glimmer of light in the ancestral thought’s god net vanished above the Shengshen Continent, merging into the world’s Heaven and Earth Dao Method.
The Demon Ancestor saw Xu Xiaoshou as though looking at the last star of the Spiritual Cultivation Era, unable to shine its light, slipping into nothing.
"Hahaha..."
"Hahahahaha!"
On the four-hill mountain, bursts of extremely satisfying laughter echoed, unable to be contained for a while.
What Lord Shou?
What Saint Servant?
What Lord of the Apricot Realm?
What First Pavilion in the Sky Tower Master?
Once the Name Ancestor’s protection is torn away, exposed under Absolute Power, is nothing more than a feeble ant inapt to widen its scope.
Surpassing a Bazhun’an is already a variable.
Yet it gives the pigs in this pen of five regions pathetic hope, making them think that with effort, anyone can transcend like Bazhun’an?
Absurd!
Little do they know!
Saint Servant, Saint Ancestor’s servant!
Since fate has landed on the character "Eight," the rest, whether Cao Yihan or Shen Nong Baicao, all must step aside.
This continent, called Shengshen Continent, rather than some Medicine Ancestor, Lord Shou continent—whom does it honor as master?
From the start, it’s been written well!
"Let bygones be bygones."
The Demon Ancestor swept his sleeve, turning as if to enter the sword tower, not even bothering to exchange more words with the ant.
After meeting the Name Ancestor, discovering the Name Ancestor was merely a hollow shell, just Nuozu’s mouthpiece.
Saint Xin did not even regard the Name Ancestor, let alone give this mere descendant of the Name Ancestor a good look?
"Demon Ancestor, sir!"
But the ant refused to leave.
His dignity, his stubbornness, his courage pushed him to speak one last time, yet it lacked the previous arrogance, treading as if on thin ice.
The Demon Ancestor paused, turning back with a gaze.
Xu Xiaoshou instinctively avoided direct eye contact, then quickly returned his gaze, wishing to pick up his old pride, yet his voice couldn’t help but be three parts timid: "Junior dares to request a person from the Demon Ancestor..."
"Lei Xi’er?" The Demon Ancestor sneered, "Take her!"
"No, not just Lei Xi’er!"
"Oh?" The Demon Ancestor raised an eyebrow, his expression teasing, yet he regarded Xu Xiaoshou more highly. To have the courage to ask for another person in addition to the Ancestral God is already surpassing most of the world, "Speak."
Xu Xiaoshou’s gaze filled with hatred, almost crushing his teeth. Holding back for a long time, he finally uttered heavily:
"I want Dao Xuanji!"
The Demon Ancestor was stunned, as if dumbfounded.
He raised his eyes once more to the young man in front of him, then looked back at Lei Xi’er, who had fallen at the cliff, and thus his eyebrows unfolded into great amusement.
"Hahaha!"
"Ahahaha!"
He slapped his thigh, laughing uncontrollably, laughing until tears almost came out.
What is this!
Once the disguise is torn, is that all there is?
Even wanting to explode in impotent fury, it can only vent its anger on a meaningless pawn under the Name Ancestor’s guise?
Had you asked for the Yuan Mother’s Coffin, the Extinguishing Dao Profound Ruler, or even the Mixed Luo Cloud Brocade, it wouldn’t necessarily be denied.
But you!
As the descendant of the Name Ancestor, you want Dao Xuanji?
That moment of esteem earlier—my vision is blind!
"We cultivators take action in one go, then it wanes, then it breaks. Even if you can’t return to zero as Bazhun’an, at least clarify your resolutions like Cao Yihan proving it through death or The Divine clearly choosing either Path or Emotion..."
"At the very least, circle the path. Shen Nong Baicao had laid plans across the ages, Dao Ancestor Yi Ji hid and returned. Even Name Ancestor’s ten-thousand-year fall did not extinguish his ambition, all models for junior generations..."
The Demon Ancestor had a breath stuck in his chest, at this moment even hating iron for not becoming steel, feeling countless unworthiness for the Name Ancestor’s choice.
In the end, he could no longer vocalize these heartfelt words because it was not worth it anymore.
Xu Xiaoshou was finished!
Mud that can no longer support a wall, thoroughly crushed in spirit!
"Heh!"
The Demon Ancestor snorted coldly, placing his hands behind his waist, not even bothering to glance at Xu Xiaoshou, striding back towards the sword tower, casually closing the door, ending this absurd final encounter with Xu Xiaoshou:
"Dao Xuanji?"
"It’s yours as well, do with it what you will!"
