I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3440: Chapter 1703: Daoist schemes against 5 sages, Stairway to Heaven sets the boundary between 2 sides_3

Simultaneously playing two chess games!

Ginger gets hotter with age!

Xu Xiaoshou felt as though he had learned something but also seemed to have learned nothing.

Compared to the direct blow from the Divine Overlord’s cane.

This method of secretly poking with a painless needle a thousand times until one wakes up to find themselves riddled with holes, used by the Ten High Nobles, was more discomforting.

He thought that the Shengshen Continent should also obey the law of energy conservation.

But a mere Holy Emperor person, even accounting for Dao Qiongcang, how could they toy with the great Holy Emperors who already possess the Holy Emperor person, like this?

Dao Qiongcang, adding the Holy Emperor person, must add another ‘thing’ that releases energy to achieve such a deceptive effect.

What is this ‘thing’?

Xu Xiaoshou thought for a long time, gaining nothing.

He conferred with Jin Ren, seemingly gaining insight.

By actively manipulating, swapping positions, and displacing time to gain energy, isn’t this borrowing from the abstract concept of the power of the world?

Is this possible?

How to learn this?

And once learned, how to use it?

Whether or not Xu Xiaoshou could use it, he put it aside, thinking this wasn’t the best time to probe deeply. He finally asked:

“Do you really know how to calculate?”

This calculation actually referred to ‘foreknowledge.’

On the timeline, Dao Qiongcang reconstructed Yue Gongli’s physique first, and then Yuegong Qi asked about his son’s matters concerning the Divine Relics—this event hadn’t even occurred yet.

If Dao Qiongcang was already prepared, he must have implanted the relevant memory in Yue Gongli at the Divine Relics.

But this memory also relates to Xu Xiaoshou’s current ‘story’ and the fictitious Elder Yu.

Can all of this be calculated?

Xu Xiaoshou didn’t believe it but was eager to learn.

His primary fear was that one day Dao Qiongcang’s tricks might be played on him without him knowing.

“What’s so unpredictable?”

Dao Qiongcang chuckled lightly, saying:

“I know a little of divination, but it’s just the general prediction of fortune and misfortune; seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster is a life form’s instinct. Finger divination technique merely amplifies this ability.”

“In practical use, advancing cautiously is much more advanced than any finger divination calculation.”

“What about Yue Gongli’s memory, how did you implant it in advance?” Xu Xiaoshou suspected Dao Qiongcang of having the Lei Family’s Eyes, able to see the future.

Dao Qiongcang hesitated.

With the previous example of ‘Great God Descending Technique,’ he dared not share too much of his ability with Xu Xiaoshou.

When explaining to others, they may not understand; if they do, they might not learn it.

If he told Xu Xiaoshou, he would claim ignorance, but later at a different time and place, he might evolve the methodology and present a more advanced version.

Who could tolerate that?

As of now, even though both had reached the limits of their paths, they could still be considered aligned.

Xu Xiaoshou not understanding was less detrimental compared to Xu Xiaoshou knowing and becoming stronger.

After deliberating, Dao Qiongcang chose a middle ground, vaguely saying:

“Most past memories are vague.”

“Only when one tries to recall intentionally can they remember certain details they might have forgotten.”

Is it remembering details that didn’t exist!

Xu Xiaoshou understood in one go, silently murmuring: “Most past intents are vague…”

…

Looking up.

In the high sky, the Cold Palace Emperor had long vanished.

As Elder Yu ascended the Stairway to Heaven, the Cold Palace Emperor followed, having no interest in the Shengshen Continent.

Regardless of the process or result, upon seeing a Holy Emperor person being used, he naturally wanted to stop and obtain it.

And with the Cold Palace Emperor gone, the matter caused by Ah Si no longer needed Bazhun’an to clean up the mess.

Using Dao Qiongcang once, Xu Xiaoshou found the matter was unexpectedly handled correctly!

Originally wanting just to observe the combat strength of the five great Holy Emperor families, and stir some chaos before Elder Sang emerged from the Dead Sea.

Thus, even if the sky fell, the tall ones would bear it.

Protecting one Elder Sang sounded feasible.

Unexpectedly, when Dao Qiongcang took action, everything was organized clearly, distinctly, and transparently.

As for him…

Besides causing trouble, he seemed to have played little to no role?

Completely useless!

No help needed!

Is this what it’s like to have a big backer?

Rao Yaoyao, Yan Wuse, Yu Kunpeng… what kind of celestial lives did they lead before!

The Council of Ten had been nurtured into crippled thinkers for good reason!

“No, that’s wrong.”

“The three of them didn’t end well.”

Xu Xiaoshou calmed down, realizing that relying on Dao Qiongcang was not wise.

When Dao Qiongcang becomes your backbone, and he leaves, you’re done for.

…

The storm subsided slightly.

With Elder Yu achieving sanctification and the Cold Palace Emperor leaving, the five regions were left bewildered.

Why does it feel like thunder with little rain?

The Shengshen Continent seemed to be abruptly paused by an intangible giant hand, becoming deathly silent.

Soon, everyone realized that peace was but an illusion.

With the Holy Emperor gone, what’s stopping Lord Shou from doing as he pleases?

Isn’t this the sign of an impending storm!

The Dao Imparting Mirror had cracked with three fissures, signifying the real presence of the Cold Palace Emperor, not an illusion.

Feng Zhongzui carried the mirror, and after capturing a ‘Lord Shou deep in thought,’ he saw Lord Shou suddenly lift his gaze, eyes shimmering.

He knew.

The big one was coming.

“Dead Sea!”

Lord Shou suddenly spoke, raising an eyebrow with a smile to the mirror, “Is everyone eager to see what the Dead Sea looks like?”

As soon as he said this, the five regions boiled.

Feng Zhongzui’s face turned green, was it true?

“Feng Zhongzui will guide you through the Dead Sea.” Lord Shou directly nominated him as if checking in with the god of death.

“Lord Shou…”

“Alright, I’ll guide you through the Dead Sea; Feng Zhongzui was coerced by me.”

Could you please watch your words, Xu Xiaoshou… Feng Zhongzui was in tears, couldn’t you choose your words carefully, I might die.

Evidently, he wasn’t the most miserable one.

On the Stairway to Heaven, no one cared about what was below; Ai Cangsheng was still waiting in the Southern Region, Dao Qiongcang is my friend… Here on the sacred mountain, whoever Xu Xiaoshou pointed at, would be doomed.

“Where is the Dead Sea?”

He took Feng Zhongzui and the Dao Imparting Mirror, turning his gaze to the Holy Mountain Sanctuary.

This group couldn’t dodge the predicament, accompanying the panic throughout, and now being noticed by Lord Shou, they almost scattered like startled birds.

But after forcing back the Cold Palace Emperor, Lord Shou’s aura was at its zenith, lawless and unrestrained.

With one glance cast, everyone huddled together, shivering, absolutely no one dared to speak.

Finally, after waiting for a long time, a lively voice suddenly chimed in, saving the day.

“I know, I know!”

This cheer quickly caught the Dao Imparting Mirror’s attention.

The people of the five regions focused their gaze and saw Beibei, who had planted herself in the ground, somehow pulling herself out.

She jumped in place a couple of times, drawing the mirror’s attention, then propped her left elbow, raised her right hand high, flashed two tiger fangs, and grinned adorably:

“Beibei knows where the Dead Sea is.”

“Beibei will lead the way!”