I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3407: 1692: Daring to Ask About the Causes and Effects of This Realm, in Exchange for a Carefree and Unrestrained Body_4

Chapter 3407: Chapter 1692: Daring to Ask About the Causes and Effects of This Realm, in Exchange for a Carefree and Unrestrained Body_4

“Xu Xiaoshou, you really dare!”

“Since that’s the case, I’ll risk my life to accompany a gentleman and give you a hand!”

Bang!

Dao Qiongcang finished speaking, and his figure exploded into a burst of spiritual light, vanishing completely.

If this had been the Eastern Region or any other region, such bizarre phenomena might have frightened others, and someone might have gone off to report it to the Holy Divine Palace, claiming something strange had occurred somewhere.

But this was the Southern Region of the Land of Sin.

In Feng Family City, most of the spectators were not ancient swordsmen; instead, the area had been taken over by death apostles and abominator-level Spiritual Cultivators.

Among these individuals, there were not a few who felt their blood boiling, and soon enough, someone followed the spirit of this figure that resembled Hallmaster Dao.

“Alright! Since you’re willing to risk your life for Lord Shou, then I’ll lend you a hand too!”

Bang! All at once, someone erupted into a blood mist—it turned out they used Blood Escape to dart off to another viewing platform.

“Alright! Since Elder Zhao is joining, then I’ll join too!”

Bang!

“Alright! Since Brother Chu is accompanying, then count me in as well!”

Bang!

“Alright! Since you all joined, then I won’t be following suit. Mainly because, uh, it hurts a bit… You’re all truly impressive.”

…

Central Region.

Bazhunan paused again.

The Storyteller’s cryptic muttering faded the moment he sat down, leaving his words inaudible.

Only the sound of wind, the sound of clouds, and the intimate whispers of Path Principles brushing close and affectionate remained.

“The sky… has changed.”

The Storyteller froze upon hearing this. Again?

It was “I’m here” just before, and now it’s “The sky has changed.” Brother, have you reached such a level already?

If someday you truly can’t endure anymore and decide to leave, at least give me a heads-up. I’ll risk everything to pull some strings and ask Yue Gongli for an audience.

In short, I’ll make sure you and Sister Nu meet face-to-face—so you can leave this world fulfilled, won’t you?

Looking down, he noticed his brother sitting cross-legged on the ground, cultivating anywhere without regard for the occasion or setting.

Passersby cast strange glances his way!

This isn’t the Southern Region, you know. Could you please mind your image?

But cultivating—Brother really doesn’t seem to get anything out of it.

After hastily finishing his cultivation state, he raised his eyes to the heavens again, as if this blind man could truly see something.

“Crazy…”

Bazhunan couldn’t hear the muttering, only his inner voice.

Sealing the sword to old age, sealing himself to this place—his state was remarkably transparent, his understanding of himself incredibly precise.

In this mortal body bound by worldly dust, the Deity Sword me leaps to the spiritual altar.

In this realm, the Six Paths ask for cause and effect, exchanging for carefree freedom within death.

As someone supposed to comprehend all the changes and rhythms of heaven and earth’s Great Path, surpassing the Shengshen Continent, gazing from the outside inward and from above downward—

At this moment, he was keenly aware…

The sky was blocked.

He could no longer see.

The world’s Path Principles were stirring, weaving into a web that concealed all “attention” and “observation.”

It was as if the world had become a massive sphere, and a looming phantom hand extended around its exterior, isolating “above the Stairway to Heaven” from “below the Stairway to Heaven.”

“Dao Qiongcang, is this your heaven-covering hand?”

…

Smack!

Within the Divine Relics, First Heavens.

Elder Sang withdrew his hand after the teaching slap and glared angrily at the defiant disciple in front of him, spitting curses:

“What do you understand? You understand nothing at all!”

“I’ve repeatedly told you not to ask, yet you keep asking—what exactly is going through your mind?”

Jin Ren was dazed by the blow.

Covering the swollen impressions on the left side of his face, he looked utterly incredulous, completely unable to believe Elder Sang would resort to the Sleeveless, Red Scorched Hand to slap him without warning.

And besides…

Why slap me?

This decision wasn’t mine—it was Xu Xiaoshou’s, the true self.

I am Jin Ren!

I’m named Jin Ren—please, you two illustrious master-and-disciple duo treat me as a person. Don’t mess around like this, alright!

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