I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 4068: Chapter 1929: Departure (Part 3)

Four Symbols Secret Realm, Yue Gongli fainted on the spot, and the Cursed Yin behind her instantly solidified, leaping up and shouting loudly:

"Bazhun’an, do you really want the fish to die and the net to..."

Cut off abruptly.

What the Third Ancestor saw was that Bazhun’an did not appear before anyone.

On the contrary, he was far from everyone, holding Qingju obliquely, and appeared straight at the Thirty Three Heavens of the Divine Relics, with an ethereal immortal posture.

"Two."

Hiss!

Horrifying!

The Third Ancestor was no fool, realizing in an instant what Bazhun’an meant.

The Shengshen Continent would not explode.

Because the Divine Relics could at least exchange for Bazhun’an’s one strike.

He truly could do what he said!

"Stop!"

"Hold on!"

Two voices from outside the realm crossed and rang out.

The Cursed Yin that was cut off just as it appeared, initially with a threatening tone, when meeting Bazhun’an’s icy eyes...

"Come on!"

Without saying much, the Cursed Yin flicked its fingertip, forming hand seals.

The power hidden within Yue Gongli’s body, which never wanted to be exposed, poured out towards the Time Realm Channel.

"Bazhun’an!"

The Cursed Yin’s three eyes and six arms seemed to be exerting force: "The Cursed Yin comes with sincerity!"

A purple beam, much stronger than the previous "Wisp of Smoke" in the Southern Region.

Even compared to the Power of Divinity and Power of Medicine Ancestor, it surpassed by hundreds of times!

Kong Yuhen, struggling alone in the wilderness, was suddenly liberated, the heavy pressure on his shoulders vanished instantly.

"Ah?"

He was bewildered.

The five regions were bewildered.

Was this the dying Cursed Yin?

How much had he hidden, and what else did he have?

"That’s all!"

"Bazhun’an, this is all the Cursed Yin has, given all to you!"

The Cursed Yin glanced over, seeing the madman still not stopping, the edge on Qingju even sharper, and the entire Divine Relics starting to disintegrate.

He was going mad.

Immediately wailing with a heart-rending roar:

"Saint Xin!"

"Divine Farmer Hundred Grass!"

As soon as the words were out, the power beams of Power of Divinity and Power of Medicine Ancestor equally swelled a hundredfold, forming a triangle, evenly matched.

"..."

In silence, Kong Yuhen let go, directly liberated.

He only needed to stabilize one corner of the Time Realm, letting it settle, the Third Ancestor was too capable.

Bazhun’an...

Looking towards the white-clothed figure on the Divine Relics, Kong Yuhen suddenly realized, reason, was beyond explanation.

Truth was only where the sword edge pointed!

...

"We’ve tried our best!"

"Bazhun’an, we’ve all given our utmost, do you truly want to risk it all?"

In the Divine Relics, Water Ghost lifted its head in confusion.

Strangely, through Zhang Xing’s observation, for some reason, the voice of the Third Ancestor suddenly directly echoed in the Divine Relics.

So clear...

"No."

Cen Qiaofu is still here!

I haven’t left yet!

Bazhun’an, what are you planning, can I still be forsaken, I should not have been kicked out of the Saint Servant, right?

At least, inform us a bit first!

In panic, Water Ghost began to pack up to escape to Apricot Realm, unsure of Bazhun’an’s intentions.

"Slash?"

Honestly, this sword could slash out.

This was originally the second sword in the plan, meant to take away all remaining tricks on the Scythe of the God of Death belonging to the Ghost Ancestor.

But...

Thoughts connected, falling on Fusang City.

The Scythe of the God of Death was still floating in front of the Black Chicken, yet to be thrown.

Before the return to zero, Bazhun’an might be deceived, but even Hua Changdeng could divide into Body, Spirit, and Will in four layers to kill, how could he not see through now.

On what seemed to be perfect Black Chicken, Xu Xiaoshou belonging to the "Will" level was missing, replaced by a mass of life energy trying hard to disguise.

"Medicine Ancestor, has taken action..."

Bazhun’an could see it.

Yet he knew, the Third Ancestors who couldn’t cultivate Body, Spirit, and Will didn’t know whether he could see it.

He hesitated for a while, retracting Qingju without slashing out the sword.

He was still present; Medicine Ancestor wouldn’t act recklessly.

If he really acted, Xu Xiaoshou wouldn’t be captured so quickly.

And since he hasn’t asked for help so far, it indicates other plans; this Scythe of the God of Death might just be used to bait the Medicine Ancestor...

Tah.

One step forward, back to Lingyu.

Bazhun’an sheathed his sword and walked toward the Time Realm Channel resolutely:

"Three of you, I know what you want to do."

"But remember, one day I will return, don’t be too presumptuous."

Under the gaze of all, Bazhun’an passed by Kong Yuhen.

Randomly capturing, he took away a figure of Kong Yuhen from the river of time.

And just before being swallowed by the Time Realm Channel, that isolated white figure merely paused slightly, in the end never turning back.

...

Under Fusang City.

Yue Gongnu closed her eyes, tears flowing down.

The lingering echo shattered like nails, every word like a vow:

"Short as three days, long as three months, regardless of success or failure, I will return."

"During this period, everything is entrusted to Xu Xiaoshou."

She withdrew her hand into her sleeve, continuously rubbing the sudden appearance in her hand.

It was a command token, once an amulet, protecting important figures like Storyteller and Xu Xiaoshou during her absence.

Seemingly unremarkable, a token marked "eight".