I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3479: Chapter 1715: The Ancestral Trees’ Fate Now Changes Me, the Path in the Human World Only Favors 8_4

“Little Dao!”

“No, Hallmaster Dao!”

Zhong Yuanzi’s body was like thunder.

The fake tears just now were immediately replaced by genuine emotion, and his tear glands were like an explosion, spewing out tears from the corners of his eyes.

Wow!

Little Dao, you’ve finally decided to come back?

At this moment, all the grievances he had previously suffered seemed to have found an outlet, and Zhong Yuanzi spread his arms wide, as if he wanted to pounce.

He wanted to hug Dao Qiongcang tightly, to embrace his own brain.

Only by holding onto the person in front of him could he and Ai Cangsheng possibly contend with Xu Xiaoshou, possibly turn the tide of defeat.

At the very least, he wouldn’t be humiliated by that detestable thief without even a chance to retort!

“Pa!”

Ai Cangsheng grabbed Elder Zhong’s sleeve.

The latter suddenly came to his senses, realizing Dao Qiongcang was indeed an enemy.

The world suddenly turned black and white and gray, and Zhong Yuanzi lost all color, collapsing on the ground feebly, as if his brain had been sucked out.

“Uh uh uh…”

Ai Cangsheng looked towards Dao Qiongcang, tightened his grip on the Evil Sin Bow, glanced at the blurred Dao Imparting Mirror, and chose to put it down:

“Step forward one more step, and I’ll kill you.”

At this moment, everything that happened here was unseen by the five regions, allowing them to speak freely.

Dao Qiongcang heard this and immediately halted, raising both hands high, “I’m not here to fight, I can’t beat you either.”

“You came to be a mediator?” Ai Cangsheng knew what he was here for.

“Yes, your choice is correct, but I ask you to stay in the Southern Region, don’t go just yet.”

“Why should I?”

“Because of my heartfelt sincerity…”

Buzz!

The Evil Sin Bow was lifted, an arrow suddenly drawn.

Dao Qiongcang was startled, retreating repeatedly, the ground seeming scalding, he shrank behind the Dao Imparting Mirror, not daring to provoke:

“Because you said, you are a Daoist Guardian, you are a touchstone, you’re not truly ‘Ai Gou’, you didn’t guard their gate.”

“Because Xu Xiaoshou can, he can fulfill your expectations, do what you can’t.”

“He can cut your path, grind his sword on you, and test its edge!”

This sounded like an insult.

Ai Cangsheng, however, furrowed his brow, stopping his assault.

Actually, he couldn’t tell if Dao Qiongcang was fooling him, or if he had other intentions.

But it’s normal not to be able to tell, he is Dao Qiongcang.

Ai Cangsheng didn’t bother to ponder these things anymore.

“Why?”

He repeated, based on what Dao Qiongcang said at this moment, it wasn’t enough.

But Dao Qiongcang’s appearance calmed him down, realizing he shouldn’t act impulsively due to unbearable humiliation.

If Xu Xiaoshou defeated him…

If he could do it, he could also let go of what he was currently holding onto.

Thinking of this, Ai Cangsheng sighed deeply.

Just as he was about to put down the Evil Sin Bow, Dao Qiongcang weakly said, “Of course, because of the decades of emotion we share, even for a day of marriage there is a hundred days of grace, we…”

Buzz!

The Evil Sin Bow suddenly rose again, Dao Qiongcang abruptly stopped, hastily changing his words:

“Of course, not because of me!”

“Of course, it’s not because of Xu Xiaoshou!”

“Of course, it’s impossible because of a few words from me, to dispel your persistence…”

“Would you die if you stopped talking nonsense?” Ai Cangsheng suddenly chuckled, he realized Dao Qiongcang seemed unchanged in his true heart for decades, still like the boy from thirty years ago.

Elder Dao the Flamboyant laughed too.

He chuckled and pointed north, no longer verbose:

“You have the Eyes of the Great Path, you see for yourself, look towards the Central Region, Xu Xiaoshou’s preparations exceed what you imagine.”

Central Region…

Zhong Yuanzi, paralyzed on the ground, turned his head at the sound, looking towards the Central Region.

He didn’t have the Eyes of the Great Path, he saw only emptiness, even with space attributes, he didn’t have the Upanishad to encompass the entire Central Region at a glance.

Ai Cangsheng looked towards the Central Region.

Behind him, Dao Qiongcang’s voice came: “Find someone, I won’t say his name, you find him yourself.”

Someone?

Ai Cangsheng scanned all the people in the Central Region.

When he looked for someone, the whole world was a chaotic mix of paths, he couldn’t see clearly.

“Can’t find him, can you?”

The gloating voice from behind sounded, before Ai Cangsheng could get angry, Dao Qiongcang hastily added: “Look at the Path again.”

The Path?

Ai Cangsheng closely observed the paths in the Central Region.

When he sought the path, he saw only one person.

…

Central Region.

Not far from the teleportation portal, Bazhun’an, sitting in meditation, paused, opened his muddled yellow eyes, stood up, and turned to gaze southward.

“Long time no see…”

He murmured, as if a blind man could see something.

From the content, it seemed he was seeing an old friend, so is the illness this serious?

Storyteller hurriedly stepped forward to support:

“Brother, let’s sit down, don’t mess around.”

“Even though this is far from the bustling city and not conspicuous, here is still the Central Region, there’s no room for mutants.”

But after a murmur, Bazhun’an only paused, not stopping his greeting:

“Long time no see, Ai Cangsheng…”

Ai Gou?

No, Lord Cang Sheng!

Storyteller was suddenly shocked, legs a bit weak, he lowered his voice, clutching his red dress, fearfully said:

“Didn’t you say he can’t see us!”

“Is he seeing us or not, don’t scare us, brother!”

…

The Path?

Holding the Eyes of the Great Path for decades.

Ai Cangsheng seemed to see the Great Path for the first time.

That path was originally a giant void sword, piercing down from above the clouds, into the depths of the earth.

No hilt in sight, no tip.

A foot above the sky, three yards into the ground.

The path is in the Central Region!

In the center of the path, a mysterious door opened, a person stood.

All around the path, all things were swords, none did not bow.

Just from this glimpse, Ai Cangsheng recalled the spirited figure of the white-clothed swordsman when first meeting the Ten High Nobles.

He once defeated ten miles with one sword, daringly claimed:

“Those who bow, I will not kill.”

“Those who dare to look at me, die.”

The Path was thirty years ago.

The Path is also today!

As the figure in his mind overlapped with the shadow he saw now, forming into a single sword, Ai Cangsheng saw the “sword”, and also saw his “self”.

But Bazhun’an was no longer the Bazhun’an of thirty years ago.

Within him resided a fierce beast, waxing and waning at the sword’s edge, the exterior of him smoother than stones washed by countless years on the riverbank.

He slightly pressed his lips together, nodded in acknowledgment, with an uncontrollable weakness, softly said:

“Lord Cang Sheng…”

“Give me some face, let him walk the Dead Sea.”