I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 3286 - 1655: Fen Qin Spins a Cocoon Not to Bind Herself, Butterfly Flaps Wings Shaking Rivers and Mountains_3

Chapter 3286 -1655: Fen Qin Spins a Cocoon Not to Bind Herself, Butterfly Flaps Wings Shaking Rivers and Mountains_3

"If I return to the Dead Sea, then Bazhun'an must arrive, Abyss Island descends, and the Black and White veins emerge en masse."

"If I return to the Dead Sea, then the Saint Hall rises, the beasts of Shengxuan Gate howl, and all the saints from various clans do not spare their strength."

"If I return to the Dead Sea..." Elder Sang stopped walking and lost himself in a chuckle: "Actually, it is me entering the Dead Sea."

"That was precisely the point where Bazhun'an and I had our fallout back then; he felt there was no need for such measures, that one could simply breach from the outside, gradually breaking through to enter the five great secret realms of the Holy Emperor."

"I thought that only by doing so would it be sufficient to defy the heavens, that we needed to root ourselves internally, connect inside and out, using the turmoil of the Dead Sea as a catalyst, to radiate across the racial situations up and down the Stairway to Heaven."

Therefore...

Was entering the Dead Sea from Eighth Palace also a matter of going with the flow?

Even without Eighth Palace, there would be methods to enter the Dead Sea from Ninth Palace and Tenth Palace?

Therefore...

From the Divine Relics back to the Dead Sea, what trouble would Elder Sang yet cause in the Dead Sea?

Going round and round, thinking you have escaped the layout of the Saint Servants, but looking back, still within the schemes of Bazhun'an and old man Sang?

"Hiss!"

Jin Ren's pupils quake.

He never expected Elder Sang would suddenly speak of these matters.

From his current perspective, how weak does Elder Sang appear?

An Upanishad demi-saint, easily extinguished, even more insignificant than a bug when compared to the five great aristocratic families of the Holy Emperor.

Yet the weakling spins a cocoon, binding himself in the Dead Sea.

And now, he thinks of metamorphosing into a butterfly at the Divine Relics, flapping its wings to stir up a storm across the Shengshen Continent?

Jin Ren suddenly looked towards Water Ghost.

He found that, although Water Ghost's face showed surprise, there clearly wasn't an expression of being greatly startled, rather one of anticipation.

No, you guys like this have made me, the new second-in-command saint servant, feel like an outsider!

Jin Ren hastily asked: "What are you planning to do?"

Elder Sang turned back with a smile: "We didn't plan, yet our thoughts align."

"...bullshit! Such a big issue, you couldn't just say something, let me know what I need to do to coordinate?" Jin Ren's eyes widened, he was at a loss and hurriedly shifted his main consciousness to handle this matter.

Elder Sang smiled silently, sitting down on a large rock.

He propped one leg up, elbow resting on it, hands clasped in front of his chest, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up:

"No need."

"In a myriad of changes, the principal remains the same."

From Tiansang Spirit Palace to the Divine Relics...

From Sleeveless Saint Servant to Fen Qin Zhu He...

Xu Xiaoshou had heard too many stories about old man Sang from the mouths of Storytellers, from Bazhun'an, from Aunt Xiang...

Only today, at this moment, did he truly see from this slightly bald old fellow the resolve and madness of a former master of the dark intelligence world.

He pointed towards the murky sky of the Divine Relics:

"Cursed Yin was a variable, and you ended that variable."

He pointed towards the spatial mirror summoned by Jin Ren, towards the tumultuous crowd on Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe:

"Dao Qiongcang is a variable, and you too have changed that variable."

He pointed to the opposite side, towards his own disciple, pointing at Xu Xiaoshou:

"You are an even bigger variable, completely unpredictable, uncontrollable."

Pausing, Elder Sang lowered his head, shook it, and chuckled, his bald head gleaming:

"But if not for a heart that touches variables, for decades, the Infernal Fire Seed wouldn't have randomly chosen within the five regions, nor would it have fortuitously chosen you during my return to the Returning Spirit Palace."

"If not for a heart that steers variables, Infernal Heavens would be your ultimate answer, and I wouldn't have revisited Bazhun'an to discuss acquiring the other half of the 10 Sections of the Finger Sword."

Elder Sang lifted his head, gazing at the murky sky.

With his rebuilt physique and no longer bearing dark circles under his eyes, his gaze seemed not as profound as before.

But the darkness under his eyes is fake, but at this moment, the depth in his eyes looks as if it could contain the vast Galaxy:

"Abyss Island's century-long arrangement, the situation is already like this..."

"If I were not for you in White Cave, I would have to go myself..."

"Lone Cliff has plans of the Water Ghost, the Four Divine Pillars do not wait for you either..."

"There are still candidates for the Four Symbols Secret Realm, you are stronger than Lei Shuangxing..."

Elder Sang mentioned many variables, but all these variables, even if something unexpected occurs, can still be controlled.

— Indeed, if the variables do not surprise, they would not be called variables!

And now, still being in control of this game, it is obvious, as Elder Sang's gaze cast over, Xu Xiaoshou realized...

He, is about to be entrusted with it.

"You apprenticed in Tiansang Spirit Palace for one night, I told you about Mirror Lake and Cage Theory." Elder Sang said with reminiscence.

"Layer upon layer of Cage Theory, nested and combined, that's what I wanted to tell you about the five domains of the continent, Heavenly Ladder Holy Emperor."

"Back then, you threw a stone into the lake, astonishingly breaking the sky, I took it as a joke, but I hoped it would really be so."

Elder Sang said, chuckling to himself and feeling his yet-to-grow beard, mockingly said:

"Did I, an old man, also have a day when a beautiful dream comes true?"

He was clearly very satisfied with this disciple.

Even before, during, and after the apprenticeship, there were many things that were not as satisfactory.

But in life, there is no absolute perfection, and with the development up to today, Elder Sang is very content.

"Now that everything is ready, even Dao Qiongcang can't scheme against you, what else do I have to worry about with you?"

Elder Sang then looked back at the spatial mirror, gazing towards Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe:

"Do what you wish."

"If I wasn't confident, I wouldn't have spoken to you about these today."

"Wait for the right time..."

Elder Sang got up from the big rock, clenched his fist, without releasing the power of Sleeveless, Red Scorched Hand.

He wanted to enjoy a bit more of the beautiful physique sculpted by his beloved disciple.

"When the timing becomes mature, my return to Dead Sea will be a move myself into the game."

"All sorts of transformations flow like water to the east, let nature take its course."

"The rest will be up to you guys."

Xu Xiaoshou opened his mouth, feeling a mix of emotions, he had a lot to say.

He thought he could stand invincible by not fighting but merely playing with Loving Humanity, and thereby slowly increase his passive skill points, growing little by little.

He never expected, the big trend is unstoppable!

The path he took was still pursued by the Saint Servant, breaking the sky just above the lake, yet it was still within the lake!

Elder Sang, even to the point where he would create even more provocative maneuvers in the middle...

Can you be provocative?

You mere Upanishad demi-saint!

Do you really think you are Elder Dao the Flamboyant?

But he didn't voice out to dissuade, Xu Xiaoshou then recalled that phrase "Once in a thousand years"—indeed, if not provocative now, and if Elder Dao the Flamboyant really intervened, standing from the position of the sacred mountain...

Seeing Xu Xiaoshou's face turning livid, fluctuating unpredictably, Elder Sang waved his hand with a smile:

"No need to be anxious, and there's no rush."

"I am still here, the initiative is ours."

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He pointed back to the sacred mountain in the spatial mirror, wagging his eyebrows, and said:

"You still have time, just not much."