I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3270: Chapter 1650: My Path Spreads Throughout the Five Regions, Young Feng Sets a Great Trap in the Apricot Realm

Here it comes!

This familiar sensation!

This feeling of being the center of attention, the world revolving around me, where everyone is speechless and can only silently provide me with Passive Points!

"Awesome!"

With one hand clutching Bei Bei's face, Xu Xiaoshou's burning gaze swept across the plaza atop Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, drawing sideways glances from the crowd.

"Subject to skepticism, Passive Points, +468."

Hovering high, his gaze shifted downward to the waist and base of the mountain, where Spiritual Cultivators were stuck at the spiritual array nodes.

"Subject to scrutiny, Passive Points, +6445."

Unleashing an aura that Swallows the Mountains and Rivers, sweeping all directions with his Perception, he probed again towards the dumbstruck Spiritual Cultivators at the foot of Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe.

"Subject to reverence, Passive Points, +9999."

Yes!

This is the number I'm talking about!

Spectating, doubting, fearing, slandering, admiring, cursing... everything is welcome, bombard me all you want!

The Divine Relics or whatever, the rules are too high-level, and there are too few people who can survive in it.

It has to be on the Shengshen Continent, it has to be returning home, this feeling of the world cheering for me.

Returning home in glory, it's got to be flamboyant, otherwise, it's as if you've never returned!

Looking at the Information Bar below, the numbers in the Passive Value Library are skyrocketing.

Xu Xiaoshou felt like he had been injected with shot after shot of chicken blood, his emotions soaring higher and higher, and yet higher!

He suddenly raised both hands high.

Bei Bei nearly had her neck snapped, her lower body flung out.

Before she could recover, the one who had seized her fate's throat, acted as if he had just left the continent to complete a shameful organ removal surgery.

In front of everyone on and below the mountain, he dared to belted out:

"Without me, there would be no hero in a hundred generations, hard to find another peak in ten thousand years...World, please call my name!"

"Loudly! Sing! Praises!"

...

"Lord Shou?"

Carrying the Mother Mirror of the Dao Imparting Mirror and still in the deserted mountains, Feng Zhongzui finally recalled the past of the mad human who had become a tiny dot in the distant horizon.

Somewhat different from the memory...

Lord Shou, after cultivating at the God Executioner's Ruins, became even more abnormal!

This "abnormal" is not the "complimentary praise" reserved for those whose cultivation level, combat strength and other attributes are beyond common folks.

And it's definitely not praising Lord Shou for daring to ascend Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe on his own as soon as he returned.

It's just literal.

Purely abnormal!

Feng Zhongzui always considered himself an outgoing person.

Usually fond of making friends, capable of taking a Dao Imparting Mirror and running around the Central Region, broadcasting whatever could be broadcasted.

But at least, he still had a mirror in hand, and he could pretext it as "carrying out a Dao transmission mission."

But Lord Shou had nothing!

Just holding onto a Bei Bei, he could act so manically!

"Was he trapped somewhere in the God Executioner's Ruins, not seeing humans for ten thousand years?"

"Or was he polluted by some evil force, becoming so bizarre that upon returning, he's too excited to look like a normal person?"

In a moment, Feng Zhongzui felt that his strategy of lying in wait for almost half a month might have been a decision-making mistake.

If this was the craziness from the start, could the upcoming stuff really be broadcasted?

The battle of the Sword Deities glorifies the Path of the Ancient Swordsman.

It's not for pumping up the death apostles from the Southern Region of the Land of Sin, nor does it have the slightest intent of raising the flag for dark factions!

"Swish!"

While pondering, the tiny black shadow on the distant horizon suddenly unfolded a Space Power Upanishad Formation that spread for ten thousand miles, seeping into the Path Principles.

"This..."

Not only Feng Zhongzui, the Spiritual Cultivators on and below the mountain all exclaimed.

Among them were some who came from the Southern Region to watch the show.

They had already witnessed Xiao Ye's Spatial Upanishad landing in the Southern Region, and even heard rumors of Lord Shou stepping on Yu Lingdi and achieving Enlightenment.

Now upon seeing it...

"It's truly Spatial Upanishad!"

"And the rumor has it, Lord Shou's Spatial Upanishad is merely an aid, and it's not even his main Path!"

So...

"I'm going all out!"

Feng Zhongzui clenched his teeth, choosing to broadcast both the antics of the madman and the brilliant tactics of the genius amidst the dilemma.

After all, the difference between a genius and a madman is but a single thought.

I'm only responsible for broadcasting the scenes, what they learn is up to them.

At least...

The regret of not being able to capture the battle of the Eighth Sword Immortal and Sword Deity Hua, cannot be repeated!

"Swish."

As soon as the Dao Imparting Mirror flipped open and called out, Feng Zhongzui felt an immediate sensation of being watched!

Before he could react, in the blink of an eye, he felt a change in the light before his eyes, and the fragrance of osmanthus wafted over.

"What's this?"

Feng Zhongzui, who never feared heights, trembled in his calves as he looked down.

The Gui Zhe Holy Mountain Square, the true body of the Ancestor Tree Nine Sacrificial Gui, Lord Cang Sheng in a wheelchair, the more than ten demi-saints on the plaza, as well as the countless Spiritual Cultivators on the mountainside and foothills...

All were within his sight!

All were looking up at him!

So terrifying! Being stared at by tens of thousands of eyes made Feng Zhongzui turn into an introvert instantly.

He couldn't imagine, facing such a horrifying scene, just how strong Lord Shou's heart was to make that roar.

The neck... it's so tight...

Hard to even breathe...

Struggling to turn his head, Feng Zhongzui caught a glimpse of Sword Deity Bei Bei, her face deformed from the grip.

Looking up again, he saw Lord Shou holding him!

"Thud!"

His heart stopped.

In that moment, Feng Zhongzui had only one thought:

Am I, also taking flight?

...

"Hum!"

The instant the Dao Imparting Mirror lit up, what it transmitted to the outside world was a bird's-eye view from the top of Holy Mountain.

The Ninth Divine Priest Osmanthus, the God Worship Willow Tree, Saint Hall, the Land of Screen and Candles, the plaza before the mountain, the caverns behind the mountain...

This perspective is something the mirror holders of Feng family's past ten generations wouldn't dare to dream of taking so boldly.