I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3218

Chapter 3218: Chapter 1633: The Origin of the Ten Ancestors Lies in the Stele, With One Shout the Cycle of Rebirth Recedes_3

Facing Elder Dao the Flamboyant won’t do; you need to throw a brick to attract jade, to approach the matter indirectly:

“‘Sword’ contains the Path of the Ancient Swordsman, ‘Dragon’ surely contains the true teachings of the Dragon Ancestor. This stele is not Sui Yin’s, it must be waiting for me!”

Xu Xiaoshou said, as a layer of dragon-scale armor covered his body.

The power of the Dragon Ancestor obtained from the 99 Dragon Apricot fruits was likely on the cusp of evolving to the same level as the Heavenly Ancestor Legacy.

He tried hard to show such thoughts, in front of Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang.

“Go on, take it down, and it will be yours.” Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang puckered his lips, not taking the bait.

Xu Xiaoshou sighed and gave up on being indirect:

“What is it?”

It was then that Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang’s expression became subtly intriguing, his lips curled into a trademark smirk that made one’s teeth itch with irritation.

Just when both Xu Ba and Xu Xiaoshou thought he was going to say “Heavenly secrets must not be revealed,” he suddenly uttered:

“Origin True Stele!”

…

Clap! Clap!

As soon as the four words “Origin True Stele” were spoken, the fossil two hundred miles in front of Xu Xiaoshou shattered, and so did Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang’s Heavenly Mechanism Puppet.

Instantly, the vibrations spread, the intangible “Arena” pushing out from the “Dragon” character.

The fossils and Heavenly Mechanism Puppets a hundred miles away rapidly disintegrated into nothingness.

Without a second thought, Xu Xiaoshou turned tail and ran:

“Woof!”

At the same time, a dog bark came from the other side as well:

“Woof!”

A sweep of his Perception revealed that Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang, while in dog form, was not slower than himself, and even reacted a tad quicker.

Bazhun’an’s reaction was naturally at lightning speed.

But he was involuntary. Sensing danger, he had just stepped towards the “Dragon” character in the ancient book world:

“Follow my lead.”

Three words hadn’t been finished when Xu Xiaoshou had already dragged him, running from the starry sky back into the Divine Relics.

Bazhun’an: “…”

At this moment, he suddenly understood that there was indeed a difference between people.

One’s nature is hard to change, and while Xu Xiaoshou sometimes appeared reckless, he was never on the same path as himself.

He and Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang were of the same cut!

Trickery!

That’s a pleasant way of putting it.

To be blunt, Bazhun’an was also willing to say so.

Dirty!

…

“Clap clap clap!”

As it turned out, dirty people had their own way of living.

Originating from the intangible Arena above the “Dragon” character, the spreading vibrations enlarged as those who were too close and didn’t run off in time.

Or rather, the Heavenly Mechanism Puppets left behind deliberately to probe the distance for Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang, quickly exploded into dust.

A hundred miles, a thousand miles, ten thousand miles…

The scope of the Arena’s envelopment grew increasingly larger.

Until eventually, Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang’s heart bled, not daring to clash directly, and remotely controlled his Heavenly Mechanism Puppets, resorting only to long-range attacks.

Beams, cannons, spiritual techniques, energy of the Way of the Heavens…

All kinds of energies, upon touching the Dragon Arena, were instantly crushed. The distance could be probed, but the intensity remained unknown.

Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang turned his head, looking at the little dog beside him: “It seems like the intensity that the Shattered Shield can withstand.”

Translated, that meant if you want to go up, succeed and you will obtain the Origin True Stele.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at this person-like-dog thing with a sneer: “You can borrow the Shattered Shield.”

You go!

Take my shield, withstand the attack.

If you successfully obtain the “Dragon,” since the merit lies with the Shattered Shield, we’ll each take half.

Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang shook his head: “I can’t pick up the Shattered Shield.”

Xu Xiaoshou sneered: “The Shattered Shield weighs the same as the Overlord.”

Dao: “Not so, a shield is a heavy weapon, but the Overlord is just a stick.”

Xu: “If not a shield expert, how could you know that shield weighs more than stick? Why not give it a shot?”

Dao: “You’re not me, how do you know if I wish to give it a shot or not? Why don’t you give it a try?”

Xu: “Sorry, I’m very wary.”

“Then I’ll be wary too.”

“Then I’ll be wary wary wary…”

“Shut up!” Bazhun’an couldn’t bear it any longer and scolded out loud; these two cowards were not only pathetic but had also started to quarrel over Sui Yin’s Backup.

If only you worked together wholeheartedly, God’s Relics would have been opened long ago, why would I need to come here?

Xu and Dao both showed their teeth and grinned, then held their breath and focused their attention on the word “Dragon”.

At the climax of the battle, everyone could be of one mind and spirit, working together to crush Sui Yin to the ground — you handle the first half, I’ll take the second.

Yet at the end of the battle, they started scheming against each other, fearing giving the other an advantage or letting the other be the fisherman who nets both Sui Yin and the people.

…

“Roar——”

The starry sky was silent, yet the resounding dragon roar penetrated God’s Relics, stirring within the hearts and spirits of the people.

From afar, above the word “Dragon,” in response a gigantic phantom of a five-clawed golden dragon coiled up.

Its hugeness, its wildness, its momentum, were even more exaggerated than the Demonic Emperor Black Dragon that Xu Xiaoshou had seen before.

Upon its appearance, it conveyed…

“Dragon Ancestor!”

Locking eyes, Xu and Dao exclaimed unanimously, both drooling with desire yet also apprehensive.

Had Sui Yin resurrected with the power of the Dragon Ancestor?

And that power, apparently from the Origin True Stele, was clearly not comparable to the 99 Dragon Apricot fruits.

It might even be on par with the Holy Ancestor Stone Carving, if not stronger.

Could Sui Yin summon the Dragon Ancestors from its prime, or even control it?

In the starry sky, a purple fog spread across.

Below the five-clawed golden dragon, a mist quickly formed, and atop the dragon’s head, an eerie purple eye split open.

The Cursed Yin Eye!

Seeing this, both Xu and Dao felt their hearts skip a beat.

While in the world of the ancient book, Bazhun’an sighed lightly and signaled to Xu Xiaoshou:

“Follow my chant.”

…

“Forbidden!”

The Cursed Yin Eye atop the five-clawed golden dragon opened.

A hazy, illusive, as if dispersed by a breath, Cursed Yin Divine Throne appeared, supporting…

No Sui Yin!

Just shattered traces of soul and intent, seemingly gathered with difficulty from a desperate situation before.

But the mist surged wildly.

Sui Yin’s deranged and crazed screams echoed in the minds of everyone in the starry sky and God’s Relics.

Xu Xiaoshou could even imagine this guy hiding somewhere unknown, starting to form seals with two fingers.

Without a doubt…

His only choice now was the spiritual technique he had inadvertently seen during the Fantasy Sword Technique.

“Forbidden· Reverse Prohibition Reincarnation!”

Xu Xiaoshou drew the Fourth Sword, glared fiercely at Dao Qiongcang, and although he couldn’t outdo this detestable person, he chose to lead the charge.

“Bazhun’an, aid me!”

Once inexperienced, now familiar, the transition this time from God’s Relics to the starry sky took only a moment with the Space-Time Transition.

Xu Xiaoshou stepped down on the Way of the Sword Disc, Sword Will surged around him, and even the Shattered Shield was kept behind him, ready to move forward without hesitation.

“Dao!”

Within the world of the ancient book, Bazhun’an took a step forward, uttering heavenly sounds:

“The Dao also comes in dreams, Qingju, please take my heartfelt request.”

This…

Xu Xiaoshou was suddenly pulled into the mood, the mood of the Fantasy Sword Technique, knowing that Bazhun’an was about to unleash something big before leaving, even summoning Qingju (Sword) over.

“Dao!”

He clenched the Fourth Sword, stepped forward, opened his mouth, about to mimic…

Far away, above the word Dragon, the Cursed Yin Divine Throne trembled, leaving behind only a wild cry before vanishing without a trace.

“Forbidden·Sacrificial Spirit Forbidden Escape!”