I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3207

Chapter 3207: Chapter 1630: The daughter, Forbidden Martial and thin as Sui Tian Shou, with a single verse of wild song dares to charge forth

A voice calls out, “Sword, come forth.”

A meteor shower darts across the sky from beyond the heavens, illuminating the dim skies above the Divine Relics.

“Buzzing!”

Over ten million sword cries overlap in one place, and with their sound, the heavens shatter and the earth cracks, an overwhelming pressure descends upon the world.

The meteors turned out to be light swords.

A rough scan revealed tens of millions of light swords, summoned in response to arm the ancient swordsman.

Xu Xiaoshou was taken aback.

Summoning the “Swords, come forth” was only meant to display power, not to actually call forth swords.

“Am I truly so dreadful?”

And he hadn’t even used the Void Solidifying Sword Technique yet, had he?

Could the entire Divine Relics be emptied and still not produce ten thousand of these standard light swords?

Where did these swords come from, and why do they acknowledge me?

Could it be that I’ve evolved again, and my Way of the Sword Disc has broken through from 80% to 90% by just flipping through a few pages of the Sword Observation Manual?

The more he observed, the more something seemed off.

Xu Xiaoshou noticed that the light swords looked familiar, akin to the Divine Blade of Judgment wielded by the Divine Oracle…

“No!”

“It is the Divine Blade of Judgment!”

He was stricken with fear, sending his consciousness to the Heavenly Realm Core, but he found none of the owners of the Divine Blade of Judgment within the Divine Relics.

When he expanded his search outside the Divine Relics, he saw an army of small Divine Puppets, dense as locusts, swarming in!

“Over ten million Divine Blades of Judgment…”

“Over ten million Divine Puppets…”

Xu Xiaoshou’s scalp tingled, and for a moment he thought he had stepped into the Second World.

What is Dao Qiongcang up to!

Where did he get all these resources, and how did he manage to mass-produce such a formidable Heavenly Mechanism Army right under the noses of the five great aristocratic families of the Holy Emperor?

He faintly remembered…

Previously, when he accidentally pointed at Dao Qiongcang in the Eighteen Heavens, the latter’s reflexive reaction was to summon an army of Divine Puppets.

But back then, though numerous, that Mechanism Army was of average quality, certainly not up to the standard of the Divine Oracle, lacking that essence.

And then!

Previously, in his forced ascent from the First Heavens to the Eighteen Heavens, to carve out a path to survival, Dao Qiongcang had used Divine Puppets to scout ahead.

Those expendable Divine Puppets, while disposable, were each quite costly to produce.

But they were just that, nowhere near the level of the Divine Oracle!

And now?

These roughly thirty million Divine Puppets, each seemingly ordinary in appearance, were each equipped with a Divine Blade of Judgment, their bodies hinting at the Hidden Sword Technique, presenting an aura of “seeing a mountain as not a mountain.”

Definitely Dao Qiongcang’s ace in the hole!

“Thirty million… Divine Oracles?”

When he replaced “Divine Puppets” with “Divine Oracles,”

Xu Xiaoshou even felt he was being disrespectful just for entertaining such a notion, his thoughts too bizarre.

How could it be?

Doesn’t that mean Dao Qiongcang has created thirty million “strongest demi-saints”?

On the Shengshen Continent, there seems to be only about a hundred semi-saint positions, right?

What about the energy supply?

How is the maintenance and deployment managed?

And how exactly could this “thirty million” amalgam of colossal strength be concealed beneath Sacred Mountain Guizhe?

No!

Not even demolishing the entire Sacred Mountain Guizhe would yield the mineral content needed to produce that number of Divine Oracles, right?

“Ridiculous!”

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly thought of the Life Scientist, Bei Huai.

That fellow conducts research on ghost beasts, even trying to combine them with the human body, an act against humanity, deserving of a cursed end.

Yet the Holy Divine Palace looks the other way, with the Red Coat providing cover, their interdiction with a hint of complicity.

As a material scientist and a practitioner of Divine Secrets, Dao Qiongcang’s dealings with minerals and arrays should be no issue, right?

Yet his principles and research were banned by their own people—the Five Great Holy Emperor Families—thirty years ago.

“Madman!”

“No! All mad dogs!”

While everyone else is diligently pursuing spiritual cultivation, he’s working on Heavenly Mechanism Ascension.

Does he secretly create an army of demi-saints while everyone assumes he’s focused on his personal ascension?

What are you planning?

To challenge the five regions alone?

Dao Qiongcang, do you intend to destroy the Shengshen Continent!

…

“Be still, focus your mind.”

A calm voice echoed in his head.

Then, somewhat anxiously, the Spirit Rhinoceros Technique conveyed, “Xu Xiaoshou, it’s not what you think!”

Xu Xiaoshou: “Don’t worry, I’ll report this.”

“They are not demi-saints, not Divine Oracles, not as exaggerated as you imagine, they don’t even possess spiritual intelligence!”

Puppets…

Lacking spiritual intelligence…

Isn’t that the way it should be?

Why did you need to add an “even” to that?

Xu Xiaoshou: “Don’t worry, I will report this.”

“Be still! Focus your mind!”

The voice in his head became stern.

The Spirit Rhinoceros Technique then explained in an even more frantic tone, “I’m trying to save you, I mentioned my backup plan earlier, are you going to bite the hand that feeds you, Xu Xiaoshou!”

Xu Xiaoshou finally noticed the anomaly.

These two voices did not originate from the same person.

“Bazhun’an?”

He had no time to deal with the so-called backup from the foolish and mad Dao; Xu Xiaoshou, with sword in hand, immersed his mind in the ancient book world.

Sure enough, at this moment, the image of Bazhun’an in the book was no longer blurry, their forms had solidified a bit more.

He no longer bore the image of a middle-aged man in despair—a dispirited demeanor, disheveled appearance, and murky eyes.

On the contrary, his facial features were sharp and well-defined, his individuality expressed vividly, especially the eyes under the slightly raised eyebrows, full of personal charm.

The slightly upturned eyebrows already hinted at arrogance, his gaze as piercing as a hawk’s, wielding an air of “reckless abandon” and a look of “sword drawn and bow bent!”

At a glance, one could tell he was a troublemaker, someone who likely caused much trouble in his youth.

“All the Ten High Nobles, not a good one among them…”

Xu Xiaoshou only glanced once, feeling like he was seeing an unsheathed sword, vastly different from the middle-aged Bazhun’an seen before.

No!

It wasn’t just an unsheathed sword.