I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 4203: Chapter 974: Reverse Confined_3

The Cursed Yin gritted its teeth until they nearly shattered.

It was keenly aware of its descent into this chess game, helplessly watching itself being manipulated into following the predetermined path.

How it wished the Medicine Ancestor could be a bit more perceptive and see the real scoundrels hiding behind it.

But if it approached the Medicine Ancestor now, he wouldn’t believe it; he’d merely shake his head and laugh, eyes filled with contempt.

How it wished that, since the Medicine Ancestor was so foolish, he might as well be a bit more foolish and relinquish his path to it, to cease the struggle.

But its current plight ultimately stemmed from that Sacred Farmer Hundred Grass, who, like it, laid deep, far-reaching plans since the Divine Battle.

Wolves in front, tigers behind, surrounded by leopards and jackals.

It alone fancied itself as the revival of the Divine Relic, with a long-term vision.

For the sake of long-term plans, it even actively involved itself in the murky waters of the Shengshen Continent, attempting to reap benefits yet ending up in the current situation.

In hindsight, it is both pitiful and laughable!

"Why?"

"Why!"

The Cursed Yin became increasingly furious the more it thought about it, bitterness lodged in its throat, escalating to uncontrolled agitation.

It wished for the Ancestral Gods of the five regions to all transform into The Divine, even if they were sealed as The Divine.

It would rather stand and be struck dead by Overlord’s rod than kneel, enduring the slow agony of having its flesh cut away.

Life worse than death!

You treacherous scoundrels shall meet a wretched end!

...

"Return!!!"

In the Ghost Buddha Realm, the Cursed Yin suddenly trembled with rage, emitting a piercing scream.

Power and treasures from the five regions transformed into energy and were absorbed into its technique seed. Before long, even the Blood World Pearl appeared in its grasp.

Boom!

At the old site of Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, space shattered.

Within, a figure struggled in panic.

It was none other than the Seven Trees Emperor, who had intercepted Bei Huai’s entrance but was repelled with one strike, later slipping away from the battlefield.

The Seven Trees Emperor was originally the spirit of the blood tree.

Back when The Divine chased the Demon Ancestor’s will, seeing without doubt that the Great Infernal Patriarch and Demonic Emperor Black Dragon, both Holy Emperors of Abyss Island, set out to obstruct The Divine, he realized...

What Holy Emperor?

Just a slave with a fancy title!

Abyss Island, this cage, imprisoned five Holy Emperors for their lifetimes yet also protected these five caged birds.

When the true, grand scenario arrived, the birds breaking out of the cage were lost in direction, yet when their unknown owner called, they still rushed into the flames, offering their flicker of light.

The Great Infernal Patriarch and Demonic Emperor Black Dragon were the Demon Ancestor’s contingency.

What about me?

I personally guided the Blood World Pearl, which claimed the lives of three of the Five Extreme Physiques, piecing together a powerful physique, but in the end, it was not for my use.

Then...

From start to finish, was this guidance truly in my control?

The Seven Trees Emperor was unwilling!

Filled with unwillingness!

He refused to admit that, throughout his life, he lived a vague existence in others’ shadows.

But what could his very existence, apart from being foliage to that one, prove besides taking the spotlight, even briefly?

"Come! Here!"

Amidst a struggling effort, the Seven Trees Emperor, in a daze, glimpsed the face gazing at him with eyes ready to tear.

In that brief moment, many memories not belonging to this life flashed in his mind.

There were trees, pearls, bows, people...

Only then did they form a legend, the protagonist of a fearsome era.

I’ve always been just a thing.

The glow of the Magic Curse dimmed slightly, demonic cultivation was a moment of joy, yet its survival was sheer luck.

Now, it shall return.

This dream is due for awakening.

"Sizzle!"

Amidst tearing sounds, the Seven Trees Emperor closed his eyes, feeling the world spinning, instantly crushed into pieces.

As the "human," his body, spirit, and will, along with the realm cultivated over centuries, all reduced to zero.

It... it turned into seven streaks of blood-colored light, merging into the Cursed Yin’s body.

"Boom!"

Thus, above the Ghost Buddha Realm, a wave of air burst.

When people looked again, the ancient legend had manifested into reality; the form of the Ancestor of Sorcery’s Curse was clearly emerging from the illustrations in ancient books.

Upon the blood-colored skeletal divine throne, the Cursed Yin stood proudly, arms crossed, a hand lifting to the sky, another pointing to the ground, one hand holding the Blood World Pearl, the other subtly grasping the Evil Sin Bow. Seven blood trees took root on its back, their crowns lush, suspending ghosts and skeletal remains, linking beings from all worlds, displaying ferocious demonic beauty.

"Ancestor of Sorcery..."

"No, the Cursed Yin, this is truly the Cursed Yin!"

At this point, the newly-promoted Ancestral God’s once-understandable, acceptable combat style had become obsolete.

At this moment, as the ancient Ancestral God also prepared to unleash full Fire Power, as the unreal illusion solidified, people finally sensed the thorough arrival of the Divine Battle.

"Divine Farmer Hundred Grass, your death has come."

The Cursed Yin glanced askew, its three large eyes fixating in unison toward the direction of the Holy Palace on the Four-Hill Mountain.

Ha!

The wind whispered lightly.

Amid worldwide astonishment, an old man in worn, layered shirts, slightly hunched at the waist, appeared out of nowhere, carelessly exclaiming:

"Little one, not calling ’senior’ anymore?"

The old man raised his head high, looking at the Cursed Yin’s true form several times his height, referenced his waist with his hand, chuckling:

"Back when, during your polite phase in the Immortal Teeth Cave’s ancient tomb, you swallowed a Bodhi fruit, enlightening your spiritual techniques, you knelt and bowed three times to the ’senior’s remains!’ "

"Curse-turned Cursed Yin, have you forgotten these ’roots’ of respecting your elders?"

The Cursed Yin stood unmoved.

It had long realized that its technique seed’s origin, technique seed harnessing Godhood, technique seed’s myriad transformations, these upper three methods bore the schemes of the Medicine Ancestor Shennong Hundred Herb.

So what?

The past cannot be blamed, the future is my only concern.

Better shattered jade than intact tile, this... is the Cursed Yin!

The Cursed Yin looked down disdainfully on the humanoid ants below, no paths aligned to be negotiated, not even bothering with a single extra word, the encircled arms freed, aligning its fingers for a decisive gesture:

"Forbidden·Reverse Prohibition Reincarnation!"