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I Am Loaded with Passive Skills (Web Novel) - Chapter 4424 - 2044: Way of the Heavens’ energy movement_4
Chapter 4424 - 2044: Way of the Heavens’ energy movement_4
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"Ah ah ah——"
He Ting Mountain likewise emitted a frenzied cry of pain.
Xu Xiaoshou foamed at the mouth, his entire being as if something had burst.
In the end, amidst the vast thoughts, he finally found the notion belonging to himself, the one to "sever the stripping of intent," paused for half a breath and let out a thunderous curse:
"Damn it!!!"
An entity undergoing possession, hard controlling two Zero Ancestral Gods.
Opportunity!
Saint Xin chose not to believe the Heavenly Mechanism calculation results of billions of energy levels.
A normal person, after possessing this body of the Way of the Heavens, could never believe this pile of path treasures, the burning potato in my hand.
Saint Xin chose to believe in himself.
He didn’t self-destruct, didn’t show weakness by speaking, nor did he plead with Xu Xiaoshou, instead, he turned to use the most primitive means: run!
"Forbidden·Sacrificial Spirit Forbidden Escape!"
...
"Beep beep beep!"
"Warning! Warning! Warning!"
"Please immediately terminate the ’Sacrificial Spirit Forbidden Escape,’ escape possibility deduction result: zero!"
"Dange..."
...
"Damn it!"
"Shut up!"
Saint Xin consciously went to shut off the billion Heavenly Mechanism Brain.
These things were pre-programmed—all proactive and coerced proactive attempts to close the calculation process and results were all viewed as "guided" behavior.
The answer was, it couldn’t be shut down!
Because Dao Qiongcang himself wouldn’t do such a self-severing act!
"Ah ah ah——"
Saint Xin was going mad, he was stuck by himself again.
Sacrificial Spirit Forbidden Escape initially fled from Shengshen Continent into the starry sky.
Saint Xin’s original intent was to escape into the starry sky, then use the ways of spacetime and reincarnation to randomly hide in another plane, one that Xu Xiaoshou would need time to find.
And at this sticking point, he was stopped at the doorway of Shengshen Continent.
"Boom!"
Sword light stood upright.
The one distant glance from Bazhun’an across countless spacetime, transmuting All Things into sword energy, suspended Saint Xin firmly in the starry sky.
Impossible!
The road was blocked, and the gate already shut!
Even if it was Bazhun’an, how could he find the way home, locking the enemy’s gate?
Scanning back with consciousness, Saint Xin’s spine chilled.
Between him and Bazhun’an, across the passage that crossed countless spacetimes, countless illuminated gates brimming with path energy had already opened unbeknownst to him.
"Gate?"
Those weren’t ordinary gates, but Mystical Gates!
Mystical Gates connected via Sword Will, slicing infinite distant spacetime distance into multiple channels that could connect one another, through illusion, nine, ten thousand, Mo, zero, heart, ghost, hidden, or emotion.
The furthest Mystical Gate opened, eight Bazhun’an stepped out, holding Qingju.
The surging Sword Will passed gate to gate, instantly transmitting to the nearest Mystical Gate to Saint Xin’s face, coalescing into a tall, illusory white-clothed figure.
No! Don’t! Come! Near!
That figure was too ethereal, plainly not reality.
Could this figure coming from the end of endless spacetime be Bazhun’an’s limit?
Saint Xin could be sure with his toes; it was only a beginning, not an end!
Sure enough, with the connection of the myriad gates of mysteriousness, not only was Bazhun’an being transmitted, dimmed by the distant distance, but also the light hum of judgment when the Fourth Sword was lifted upright:
"The Path also dreams to come..."
No! Don’t! Come! Near!
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
Saint Xin, the leftover of the path, as if triggered by some sensitive memory.
Trembling in abject fear towards the sword, sword light, sword phrases, craving to flee Dao Qiongcang’s body at this moment.
But if he fled, there was truly only a path of death.
Bazhun’an may not kill him, what would Xu Xiaoshou use for a counterattack when he follows up?
No way forward or back!
No, there is a way...
The billion Heavenly Mechanism Brain was his last route of survival!
In this moment, Saint Xin accepted Dao Qiongcang’s calculation, combat method.
A misunderstanding.
You were actually right.
Facing Bazhun’an, indeed only self-destruction, showing weakness, beseeching Xu Xiaoshou and others’ indirect self-rescue methods, purely running, the possibility of success was indeed zero.
"Speak!"
Saint Xin connected his consciousness to the billion Heavenly Mechanism World, yearning for one last answer.
They could offer ten thousand answers in an instant.
He only needed to cut through the indecision, not hesitate, directly choose the first self-rescue plan he heard, even if the plan was ordinary, at least he could preserve his life.
The "strength" of Dao Qiongcang, Saint Xin acknowledged!
But then...
"Beep!"
At this look, the red glow of the billion Heavenly Mechanism Brain suddenly vanished, as if the crisis was resolved, issuing only a single gentle beep.
Before Saint Xin could rejoice, he heard the final verdict of the billion-energy-level Heavenly Mechanism Brain simultaneously:
"Bazhun’an, Qingju, sword phrases have appeared, hostility detection: hundred percent, self-rescue possibility: zero."
"Searching for next suitable Third Generation candidate, unable to detect viable population on Shengshen Continent, search ended, result: none."
"Accept your grief."
No——
Saint Xin was utterly frenzied.
For some reason, ears suddenly deafened, no longer hearing the sword phrase chanting from the outside.
He poured his anger into the Heavenly Mechanism Brain, striving to rally the big guys, don’t give up, don’t mourn, we still have a chance, together as one, certainly stronger than Bazhun’an.
Saint Xin even used Dao Qiongcang’s seemingly laughable encouragement to inspire those Heavenly Mechanism Brains.
But all billion Heavenly Mechanism Brains had turned gray, halting their endless insane calculations, playing what seemed an earlier recorded child’s voice.
——Even including the end of life, this inhuman guy seemed to have prepared, very romantic, very ceremonial:
"Accompanying ends here, tomorrow continues to be wonderful."
"Smile facing life, let’s embrace the sea together."
