I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 3285 - 1655: Fen Qin Spins a Cocoon Not to Bind Herself, Butterfly Flaps Wings Shaking Rivers and Mountains_2

Chapter 3285 -1655: Fen Qin Spins a Cocoon Not to Bind Herself, Butterfly Flaps Wings Shaking Rivers and Mountains_2

I managed to survive.

Yet my foundational roots have been almost entirely destroyed.

Perhaps a hundred years would suffice to restore my demi-saint battle power, but I fear there will be no further progress in this lifetime, and a hundred years...

In view of the big picture, by then, it would all be too late!

Instead of this, it's better to stay put in the Divine Relics.

Once Xu Xiaoshou completes his mischief outside and draws Ai Cangsheng away, it would be safest for the few of us to cautiously return the way we came.

"Stop thinking about it."

Elder Sang waved his hand dismissively and glanced at Water Ghost disapprovingly, "Could anything you think of escape his vigilance? Don't you see who his master is!"

Water Ghost: "..."

Fine, fine, you and your apprentice are so great.

For no reason, he started thinking about his own worthless son, who couldn't hold a candle to them!

...

"If the opportunity is ripe, I want to go out."

After a silence filled with "each harboring their own schemes," Elder Sang suddenly turned to his own disciple and spoke gravely.

As Water Ghost's gaze shifted from the still-unconscious Cen Qiaofu, his face clouded with gloom. He remained silent, it was unclear whether it was because of Cen Qiaofu or Elder Sang's words.

Are you going out to draw their attention... Jin Ren had a good idea of what kind of trickery the leader Fen Qin had been pondering over just now, and said helplessly, "From where should we exit?"

"The Dead Sea!"

"Let's talk about that later."

Jin Ren waved his hand, not wanting to discuss matters too far ahead, because he could handle everything himself and there was no need for it.

He decided to go and check in with his original self, to activate Passive Points, to unleash Extended Passive Skills; he had accumulated quite a few already.

"Come back!"

Elder Sang's decision, however, was quite resolute. He called his wayward disciple back forcefully, and then looked calmly at him and Water Ghost, saying:

"If I don't return to the Dead Sea soon, it's as though the 'restraint' does not exist."

"In that case, Ai Cangsheng might choose to take a gamble, suddenly pull you into the divine palace, and quickly end the battle."

The divine palace?

Jin Ren's eyelids twitched, recalling the Dark Divine Court, Ran Ming Divine Court, and Technique Ancestor Ruins.

But these were either nascent divine palaces or barely activated ones, borrowing just a fraction of their power.

"The divine palace!"

"And a complete one!"

Elder Sang was concise because he knew Xu Xiaoshou understood the meaning of these words, but he still explained a few more times seriously just to be sure:

"I don't know the specifics."

"But the Shengshen Continent is the domain of the five great aristocratic families of the Holy Emperor. The five great secret realms can evolve into the Five Divine Court if necessary, and Ai Cangsheng might be able to borrow their power."

"If it really comes to a desperate moment, you also have to be wary of the 'Ten Ancestor Revival'; that's precisely the fundamental reason why Cursed Yin only dares to devour demi-saint persons and accumulate power in the Divine Relics, not rashly venturing onto the Shengshen Continent."

"In short, do not let your guard down; just knowing that they have many, very powerful trump cards is enough."

Jin Ren nodded.

He understood this.

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If the trump cards were not many and strong, figures as proud as Bazhun'an and as dominant as Saint Servant would not have been suppressed for so long.

The terrifying Dao Qiongcang would not have to lie dormant on Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe for over thirty years before daring to move south amidst chaos to establish a Divine Sect.

If half of the Ten High Nobles had united, they could have overturned the rule of the five great aristocratic families of the Holy Emperor long ago—yet none of this happened, indicating something.

On this return to the Shengshen Continent, having experienced Cursed Yin, I have always been on guard against such things.

And I do not believe that the Holy Emperors from the aristocratic families on the Shengshen Continent, even if one of them is a Low Realm Holy Emperor, would be weaker than Cursed Yin from the Divine Relics.

On the contrary, they are likely to be even more powerful!

This is apparent early on in Tianxuan Gate from the timid actions of the nominal Holy Emperor, Feng Yujin.

"Ten Ancestor Revival..."

Jin Ren murmured, looking uncertainly towards old man Sang, wanting to ask what degree of revival that might entail.

Is it a revival like Cursed Yin's?

Or a full revival?

It must be said, I cannot even fathom it!

Elder Sang shrugged: "The cost would be enormous."

So, he didn't rule out the possibility of a full revival... Jin Ren was inwardly taken aback by such an indirect answer, but he understood.

Would the man who could write the "Sword Observation Manual" thirty years ago really be kept down by the Five Great Holy Emperors alone?

The lion does not consort with other beasts.

It would have to be a "great terror" of immense magnitude to force someone as independent as Bazhun'an to consider establishing Saint Servant and seek the power of Fen Qin and Flower Pavilion, as well as secretly align with other members of the Ten High Nobles over thirty-plus years, not to mention shamelessly trying to seize the famed sword from the young lady Su Qianqian's hands, to defy fate, right?

"It won't reach that level."

Elder Sang smiled, thinking that Xu Xiaoshou was worrying too much.

After all, such a situation is the most extreme and dire, one which even Bazhun'an had never encountered.

"If you want to go back to the Dead Sea, you have only one chance," Jin Ren returned to the subject at hand.

"Yes."

Elder Sang understood very well.

Once he returned, Ai Cangsheng would be fully prepared, certainly not allowing him to return to the Divine Relics via the Path of Guiding again.

By then, if Xu Xiaoshou did not come to assist in time, he would essentially be as good as finished.

"But I still have to go back!"

Elder Sang was clearly aware of the easiest way to play this game of chess, but clearly, his ambition wasn't as small as that:

"Saint Servant, there must come a day when I face Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe head-on."

"I could never have dreamed that one day Dao Qiongcang would leave the sacred mountain."

"Therefore, this opportunity... is one in a thousand years!"

Elder Sang paused, then stood up, hands behind his back, pacing back and forth over the battered battlefield of the Divine Relics as if he had rehearsed his plan countless times in his mind over thirty years, and recited it:

"If I return to the Dead Sea, then the Stairway to Heaven collapses, Holy Emperor emerges, order in the five regions shatters, and everyone is in danger."

"If I return to the Dead Sea, then the ghost beasts appear, calamities approach, sudden upheavals in the Four Seas arise, and all lend their support."