I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3177

Chapter 3177: Chapter 1619: Daughter’s life unwittingly unknowing, Kui Lei’s rescue at midnight not too late_3

Kong Yuhen received an answer as commonplace as ever, and Huang Quan too gave a usual, everyday kind of response.

Four eyes met.

Both had no words.

In the silence, Huang Quan caressed the wooden door of the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, gazing out through the fractured window at the scattering light.

The light was too elusive, beyond grasp.

One could not see clearly what the outside world was like, nor imagine what kind of people, things, or matters existed there.

“Then what about you, what is your life’s purpose?” Huang Quan asked in return.

“Searching, for me?” Kong Yuhen hesitated, “I’m not sure…”

“And after that?”

“I, I don’t know.”

…

“Xu Xiaoshou, what do you think is the meaning of life?”

“Go to the docks and get some mimi?”

“Mimi, what is that?”

“Crunchy, salty, delicious.”

Dao Qiongcang fell silent to this response.

In a vast expanse of chaos, the Master of Relics stood beside the shattered remains of the Divine, holding the Heavenly Realm Core with the tree gate wide open into the void.

Purple evil energy still lingered on the gate.

Same as before, with Cursed Yin undying, no one dared to enter this gate rashly.

There was light inside the gate.

The light was very elusive.

So much so that the world behind it was inscrutable.

Xu and Dao stood side by side, motionless, clearly having stood there for some hours.

Since there was only one path to “run”, which was a dead end,

They chose to ignore The Divine’s suggestion and casually continued the conversation at the very end:

“What I’m asking is, what is the ultimate meaning of life?”

“Go get some mimi.”

“Besides mimi?”

“Still mimi.”

Xu Xiaoshou’s answer remained straightforward.

After speaking, he looked toward the Divine Throne above the tree gate, gazed at the Wangze Holy Emperor who was sitting arrogantly with his head cocked and fist against his cheek, and called out loudly:

“Cursed Yin, do you have any mimi? I suddenly feel like eating some.”

…

Mimi… Mimi…?

Cursed Yin did not know what mimi was.

But if the question asked within the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion was met with this reply, with the last wish being the same,

It thought, it knew what to do.

Swish!

The Wangze Holy Emperor on the Divine Throne, robe fluttering, rose gracefully.

Just as Cursed Yin contemplated before Possession, the Rao Wangze from now on would be a completely different one.

His radiance would shine eternally!

“Hmph…”

A gust of wind suddenly arose.

The Wangze Holy Emperor stood with arms crossed in the void, calm and serene.

Behind him, on his four arms, one held the Wind Rites Sutra, one spread out the Canglong Drinking Moon Map, one wielded the Bai Ye Feather Fan, and one brandished the Seeking Tao Spear.

“Death is not the end of life.”

“You all shall exist alongside Cursed Yin!”

After a low chuckle, the three purple eyes on His face lit up with a blinding shine.

Bai Ye Feather Fan!

The Wangze Holy Emperor first began to sway this feather fan, pure white on one side and pure black on the other.

“Path divides Yin and Yang, the two worlds run parallel.”

“Yang is said: ‘walking dead.'”

“Yin is said: ‘Imprisoned souls.'”

“Technique!”

With a snap, the hands embracing the fan released one hand into the air and snapped a finger.

No need for any prior mastery of spiritual techniques, barely based on the understanding of the Great Path of day and night, Yin and Yang.

Cursed Yin, one thought becomes a technique.

When the Bai Ye Feather Fan fanned downwards, a gentle breeze came from the void and suddenly swerved.

“Boom!”

Dao Qiongcang, and Xu Xiaoshou by his side, both ears exploded with roaring sounds.

Before their eyes, space and time interwove into two, the Yang Realm and the Yin Realm were instantly divided, under the influence of Cursed Yin’s technique, the spirit meat seemingly completely separated.

The physique stopped in the Yang Realm, the soul remained in the Underworld; both were juxtaposed yet distinct, visible but not attainable.

“My body…”

Xu Xiaoshou could not find, could not control his own body anymore.

His soul and consciousness were in one world, yet the physique he wanted to control had gone to another parallel world.

Glancing to the side, Dao Qiongcang’s situation was even more ludicrous:

His physique remained in place.

His soul, suddenly split apart, lined up in three entities on top of his physical body:

Cao Erzhu’s, The Divine’s, and Dao Qiongcang’s own.

“Do princes and generals have special births!”

“Special indeed!”

Erzhu seemed completely unable to suppress his own fear, his soul body bowing and roaring, facing Cursed Yin with a ferocious face, grinning fiercely.

“Noisy.”

The Wangze Holy Emperor with the fan shook his head, first locking onto the weakest one, and flicked something with his fingertips.

— A golden rope.

“Immortal Separation Tie!”

The rope quickly bound Erzhu’s soul body and yanked it towards the direction of the Wangze Holy Emperor.

“Mine.”

“Give it to me first.”

“Don’t fight, I’ll take the first one.”

The three heads and three mouths of the Wangze Holy Emperor suddenly emitted a voice unlike His own, each wide open and salivating at Erzhu’s soul body.

“Do princes and generals have special births!”

Cao Erzhu’s eyes were about to burst, frantically roaring out of his mouth until his soul body was about to be consumed by that middle mouth of the Wangze Holy Emperor.

Sizzle…

Between the pupils of his soul body, purple lightning lingered.

Not the Lightning Upanishad, not the God Punishment Tribulation, just a simple summoning of a virtual image at the brink of death.

Release the Power of the Higher Void!

Strike down the darkness with thunderbolts!

“Old man! Hurry, save me—”

Thunderclap!

Just as Cao Erzhu’s soul body was sucked into the mouth, the void thundered shockingly.

The thunder was so loud that it directly shattered the split of the Yin and Yang worlds, broke through Cursed Yin’s technique, returning The Divine and Dao Qiongcang back to Cao Erzhu’s body, and returning Xu Xiaoshou back to Xu Xiaoshou.

At once, a shadowy, dim titan figure slowly rose in front of the Wangze Holy Emperor.

He stood at least a head taller than Wangze Holy Emperor in human form, and even more robust than The Divine, draped in a grand cloak, holding a barrel of wine, with a metal collar around his neck, hanging with nine command tokens.

Upon emergence, the other arm wrapped in purple lightning plunged into the mouth of the “Wangze Holy Emperor”, and forcibly extracted his almost digested son back from his throat.

“Who dares hurt my child?”