I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 4004: Chapter 1908: Ancestor Hua

Does every cultivator long to become Gods-Sealing and Ancestor?

Yue Gongli gazed blankly at the sky, his mind completely lost in confusion.

"No..."

For some, reaching the Master Stage and founding a sect, enjoying peace in a corner, is satisfactory.

For others, reaching the Sovereign Stage, wielding a sword in the martial arts world, avoiding unnecessary enmities, is enough for a peaceful existence.

In the higher void (level), not everyone wishes to step into the demi-saint circle.

Even demi-saints do not all desire to go further, hoping for more.

Yue Gongli, from the depths of his heart, never wished to become that Moon Ancestor or Li Ancestor; he was content.

He also knew his limitations; he was not the type, lacked the ability to compete, and lacked the motivation to strive.

He was a person who found joy in contentment, being a profligate son, living freely in the world, was his greatest dream.

If the family had needs and after his father departed, it wasn’t out of the question for him to take over the Holy Emperor’s position and the Cold Palace Emperor Realm’s duties.

He prided himself on having the ability to handle those people down.

But saving the clan from fiery depths and preserving the Cold Palace’s everlasting green, he wasn’t that noble.

Yet reality kept pushing him forward, step by step deeper into that Cage Theory.

Each time he exerted effort, in moments of bewilderment when looking back, he could always see Dao Qiongcang’s shadow.

"Why?"

Yue Gongli looked at the person before him, voice hoarse, clearly they were his best friends from the past...

Yuegong Hui’s head cracked open, transforming into Dao Qiongcang’s form, the bloody rain behind the Cold Palace couldn’t affect him at all. Smiling, he said:

"Mortals have no choice."

"Born extraordinary, we have even less choice."

Yue Gongli grabbed his shoulder, as if holding onto the last straw to save his life: "So, you also have your difficulties, you don’t want to do this... you’re not just Bei Huai, tell me, I can help you."

Dao Qiongcang gently brushed off his hand, shook his head, stepped back a few paces, then turned to look at the ancient japonicum branches fighting in the void, expression calm:

"Ali, I have no difficulties."

"A game one must join, I saw through it early on and found enjoyment in it."

"Now I delight in it, while you still hold childish innocence."

Dao Qiongcang turned back, voice soft: "That is precious, but also cruel."

The torrential rain poured down, amidst the distant mud and mist, several figures of Cold Palace clansmen approached:

"Young Master, Young Family Master!"

"Women and children have been moved to the barren mountain forbidden zone shelter, those near the battlefield are gone, all gone!"

"Young Master Li, what should we do next..."

Those voices were too distant, as distant as the sound of rain and roars.

But they were also like Dao Qiongcang, just a pushing hand with only Form, pushing him toward the fire pit.

"No choice..."

Yue Gongli murmured silently, rain on his wet hair coalesced into beads, sliding down from the edge of his eyes.

Dao Qiongcang no longer advised him but threw out a jade pendant truly carrying divine path pattern, leaving without looking back:

"A path of survival, I’ll point one out to you, whether you walk it is up to you."

"Four Symbols Secret Realm, the original dwelling place of the Holy Emperor Qilin, seek it out, you may still find a Holy Emperor person there."

"If you feel it’s feasible, crush the jade pendant, it will send you into Shengshen Continent."

Pausing, Dao Qiongcang’s figure became ethereal: "Remember, once you make a contract with the Position, there’s no turning back."

Yue Gongli held the jade pendant, looking up, the figure had already turned into glimmering light and vanished.

Dao Qiongcang had also left.

Just like his big sister and Sword Deity Hua Changdeng, departed decisively, departed swiftly.

Those childhood friends who played together had grown apart, no longer sharing the same path.

From beginning to end, the hesitating, reluctant one seemed to be him alone...

"Ha."

Yue Gongli laughed a bitter laugh, before the clansmen arrived, he crushed the jade pendant in his hand.

The chaotic spacetime black hole appeared, engulfing his body, seemingly shattering his will to fragments.

Light flew swiftly...

This was a familiar feeling.

When Yue Gongli was young, he loved using these peculiar means to sneak into the five regions, escaping the family to play.

In his dreams, he wished to find fortune in Shengshen Continent, become a Holy Emperor, and come back to slap his big sister’s face, proving his strength to his father.

When grown, he could fulfill his wish.

Wanting to buy osmanthus flowers and drink wine together, in the end, unlike, youthful wandering.

...

"Buzz!"

The blazing glow exploded like the most brilliant fireworks, bursting on the high skies of Lingyu, drifting down to spread across the five regions.

The dense pressure of the Ancestral God poured down like a waterfall under the ever-booming catastrophe of Ancestor God Destruction.

Squeak—

Elder Wuyue’s body shook, his waist creaked with a dry wooden sound, his knee bent, nearly collapsing.

But in his reckless pursuit of desire, it transcended the rules beneath.

Not becoming Gods-Sealing and Ancestor wasn’t because he couldn’t, but because he didn’t want to.

Force like a cloud sword, Elder Wuyue suddenly raised his head, as the Dao Chain sound around him tightened, his eyes shining with dazzling blue light, tearing a small gap in the terrifying pressure of the Ancestral God, allowing him to breathe out.

Looking around, all were in a position of prostration.

Whether it was the younger generation of Burial Sword Tomb’s Gu Qinger and Gu Qingsan, or the middle generation’s Xiao Kongtong and Hua Lai, or even the older generation’s Feng Tingchen and Mei Siren...

All had fallen knee-first to the ground, unable to lift their heads.

This wasn’t shame.

This was the subjugation of the Great Path.

"Ancestral God..."

Elder Wuyue gently clenched his fist, eyes glowing brightly, filled with desire.

He couldn’t help but raise his gaze, seeing that only two-thirds of the Ancestor God Destruction catastrophe had passed, Hua Changdeng had already shed the old body.