I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 4067: Chapter 1929: Departure (Part 2)

Who?

Not sure.

Cursed Yin merely promised that once He breaks the seal, a century is granted; beyond that, Cursed Yin knows nothing else.

The sky suddenly darkened, as if muffled thunder exploded abroad.

Out of nowhere, the five regions felt a suppression, as though someone was enraged but dared not show too much.

"Bazhun’an..."

Kong Yuhen turned his head and began secretive telepathic communication.

He probably is aware of the Third Ancestor’s machinations, yet with the Time Realm initiated, his thoughts were only on the future:

"Once the Time Realm is stable, I should be able to modify the speed of time flow, tenfold? Hundredfold? It’s uncertain now, but it should be within this range."

"If you enter the Time Realm, and have the Third Ancestor’s partitioned assistance from the rear, I might attempt dividing the river of time into nine, with nine lines parallel in the Realm, aiding you to ascend to the Heavenly Realm faster."

Stabilizing the battlefield behind is something Bazhun’an and Xu Xiaoshou should contemplate within cooperation.

Kong Yuhen merely gave everything within his feasible range, and according to calculations, even if everything is considered at the lowest scenario.

A tenfold time flow, further dissolving the river of time into nine, stacking as nearly a hundredfold advantage.

A century on Shengshen Continent, in the Time Realm, could equate to millennia.

With Bazhun’an’s ability, with adequate luck, ten thousand years might trace back to the Heavenly Realm.

And this is still calculating with the lowest multiplier.

If achieving a hundredfold time flow, a century becomes millennia, turns into ten years equating to millennia.

If Demon Ancestor and Medicine Ancestor could instantly provide a "century" of power support, the river of time cannot expand further, as too much and Bazhun’an risks losing himself.

The power absorbed at the first instance, theoretically, the maximum time flow could open at an extreme three hundredfold, which is...

"Three years, millennia!"

Bazhun’an’s heartstrings vibrated sharply, his gaze fixed, yet his mind unwittingly drifts towards Yue Gongnu beneath Fusang City.

So tempting.

Ten thousand years, no matter what, he wouldn’t promise lightly; the sea would transform into mulberry fields.

But if it’s merely three years, just allowing her to wait on Shengshen Continent for three years, even as it’s millennia of solitude within the Time Realm, what harm?

But...

Will the Third Ancestor give three years?

Even from Their perspective, within ten thousand, hundred thousand years, he might not locate the Heavenly Realm.

Changes abound here, three years on Shengshen Continent, already are not the insignificant years in the past, too much can happen.

"Kong Yuhen, I trust you, but not those three." Bazhun’an sighed long.

Kong Yuhen’s eyes instantly dimmed.

Three years amount to the utmost extreme claim, he couldn’t guarantee more.

He thought of something, indeed when Bazhun’an leaves, the Third Ancestor might immediately retaliate, but after all, the five regions still have that person, there’s the variable:

"Lord Shou..."

The words hadn’t escaped his mouth.

Bazhun’an spoke decisively, cutting off telepathic communication:

"Even I can’t handle three of the Zero Ancestral Gods, how could all the pressure land on Xu Xiaoshou alone?"

"Don’t even mention three years, once I leave, three days, They can’t wait!"

...

The five regions fell into dead silence.

Bazhun’an stared into the void from afar, expression indifferent.

Once Cursed Yin finished speaking, everyone realized Bazhun’an was pondering, weighing.

"How is it?"

A voice rose anew from the Southern Region, tinged with some expectation.

The original intent of Cursed Yin was merely passing the buck, but unexpectedly, Bazhun’an actually started to think.

Might it be that, without achieving Godhood Physique, Xu Xiaoshou’s Cursed Yin Puppet can be obtained ahead?

This would undoubtedly be an unexpected joy!

"Ha."

Amidst everyone’s gaze, a low chuckle rang from the high sky.

Then Bazhun’an hefted the broken sword Qingju obliquely, with icy starlight within his eyes:

"I’ve given you face."

The words had barely ended when a roaring sound erupted, Mournful Emperor realm’s ancient japonicum, silver sword energy burst forth vertically.

In Cold Palace Emperor Realm, Cold Palace Cave Heaven, at the stone hall’s location, sky-piercing sword energy soared, blasting apart the barrier.

At Cross Corner Street, beneath the inverted pagoda, the black coffin too was locked by sword energy; All Things are Swords.

The Northern Region’s Time Realm Rift’s old site, amid spacetime turbulence, climbed towards the sword tower along the Dao Chain; before the sword tower’s full descent, it was locked too.

On the back of the Dao Turtle in starry space, Dao Peipei suddenly withdrew explosively, not daring to continue playing chess, witnessing Xu Xiaoshou also emerge sword energy.

"Not possible, turning fierce, killing own kind?"

Dao Peipei was briefly stunned, until the puppet slowly emerged on Xu Xiaoshou’s body, realizing Bazhun’an locked onto the Cursed Yin Puppet.

The people of the five regions were terrified.

In an instant, Shengshen Continent quaked fiercely, ushering signs of collapse again.

The unexpected sword energy marked unmistakably, directly pinpointing where the greatest backhand of the Third Ancestor is concealed.

In the high sky, Bazhun’an lifted Qingju diagonally before his chest, without uttering a word:

"I count three breaths, take down ancient japonicum, sword tower, Cursed Yin Puppet, this is fair."

Hiss!

The crowd drew sharp breaths.

Really going to unsheathe the sword, has Bazhun’an lost control too?

Yet what will the five regions do, what will we do, we’re innocent!

"Bazhun’an!"

A voice from Demon Ancestor burst from beyond sky, with irrepressible rage, entirely unfazed by threats: "If you unsheathe your sword, Shengshen Continent, surely will collapse!"

"Three."

Bazhun’an stepped forth, the five regions’ pupils trembled violently.

But His presence vanished!

Might He strike the five regions a sword from beyond the sky?

More afraid than the people of the five regions, are the Third Ancestor: "Won’t He come for us?"

Under the pagoda coffin, the spirit of the sword tower, the will of the stone hall, vibrated simultaneously, like attempting to emerge prematurely.

In the Mournful Emperor realm, the ancient japonicum swayed sharply, hurling endless life force outward, dispersing as far as possible, not keeping all eggs in one basket.