I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 4062: Chapter 927: Speaking of Dreams (3)

You Yuan Buddha is born with a Life Providence, willingly guarding the Inverted Pagoda, and then merging into the Seat of the Sleeveless Saint Servant to sever the Stairway to Heaven, trying to protect what cannot be protected: the Shengshen Continent should not only have thirty years of prosperous peace.

The Ten High Nobles are dazzling, unparalleled through generations, each showing their excellence.

Excluding those who can be considered merely ornaments and those who abet evil, those with talent and ability who deliver results, are all just sealing an Ancestral God, ushering in the next age of the Ten Ancestors, and then declining again?

No!

At least from "Kong Yuhen dreams foolishly" and "Bazhun’an advances fearlessly," there are those who think more deeply, focusing on the future.

"If I don’t enter h*ll, who will enter h*ll?"

This indeed moves people, but can reality be so beautiful?

The only one who returns to zero, Bazhun’an, truly looks to the future, whether the future can be found is uncertain, and what of the battlefield behind?

The god of calming the deep sea has left, can the Shengshen Continent remain peaceful?

Can the Third Ancestor abide by the rules, wait for Bazhun’an to return, everyone shaking hands, sleeping with a toe at each other’s bedside, living harmoniously?

Who can stand with sword drawn on horseback, subdue all?

...

"What heroism is being shown."

Under Fusang City, Yue Gongnu lowered her head sorrowfully, full of heartache.

She finally understood why, at Lingyu Mountain, before Bazhun’an returned to zero with a step, the glance towards her was filled with such complexity.

He knew that once he took that step, there would be no turning back.

Hua Changdeng two-in-one with the Ancestral Ghost and ordinary Ancestral God cannot suppress or kill them at all.

If not returned to zero instantly, shaking all quarters, with Medicine Ancestor also being troublesome thereafter.

Once the pace slows, chaos ensues, and every step becomes constrained by the Third Ancestor.

But returning to zero, Bazhun’an must be out.

The Shengshen Continent cannot bear His power, unable to stay long.

Seeing Him return to zero, the Third Ancestor flees faster than a Rat, afraid to approach.

To remove the Third Ancestor, who has lived since ancient times with too many backup plans, cannot be cleaned up in a short time.

Forming an alliance with Kong Yuhen, reshaping time is indeed the best and only choice.

But what about me?

Everyone sees "Late as Fusang’s shadow, return nothing but sword uplifted," Yue Gongnu only read "Not envying gray head of the mountains, yet unable to control this emotion."

She raised her head blankly, looking towards the river of time, softly muttering, taking a long time before she could speak:

"How long is needed?"

Bazhun’an turned his head to look, his gaze incredibly complex yet resolute.

An ancient swordsman advances fearlessly.

Moreover, he no longer had a retreat.

Underneath contradictory emotions, Bazhun’an’s mouth moved, but no words came out.

Kong Yuhen took a deep breath, looked at Bazhun’an, then back at Yue Gongnu, gathered courage, and responded loudly:

"I don’t know."

Yue Gongnu wished she could raise the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword and stab three big holes into him.

She lowered her head, not wanting to look at Bazhun’an anymore.

Then she suddenly raised her head, staring fiercely at that faint, almost invisible figure, like someone about to be flayed, refusing to blink at all.

...

"Yet there are still drawbacks."

Kong Yuhen dared not glance or speak more, gazing into the distant sky:

"The moment the temporal realm emerges, it will inevitably be unstable, still requiring the Third Ancestor’s strength to stabilize."

"Hoping the Third Ancestor will prioritize the greater picture and temporarily lay aside conflicts."

"Mr. Bazhun’an’s action benefits the present, advantageous for generations."

Deathly silence.

Quiet.

No response whatsoever.

As if the demon, medicine, and remnant ancestor left no backup in the Shengshen Continent, completely ignoring Kong Yuhen’s plea.

Bazhun’an’s sword-like eyebrows rose sharply, Qingju in hand turned:

"Speak! Answer!"

With a thunderous boom, the Shengshen Continent’s sky split open, even Kui Leihan’s tribulations paused momentarily.

This time, not even half a breath passed before three voices hurriedly came from outside:

"Accepted."

"Agreed."

"Done."