I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 3324 - 1667: The Singing and Dancing Clown Sits Before the Mirror, Puppet Manipulation Thread Awakens the Masses_3
Chapter 3324 -1667: The Singing and Dancing Clown Sits Before the Mirror, Puppet Manipulation Thread Awakens the Masses_3
Very soon, many people, clutching their heads with devilish energy bursting from their bodies, were as if they had their Dao hearts shattered by Beibei and had strayed into cultivation deviation.
“Mad!”
“They’re all mad!”
The Sword Deity Bei was dancing…
Those watching the dance were going insane…
The onlookers who remained lucid after hearing Bei’s rebellious words were beginning to see sense in them…
If this isn’t madness, what is it?
“I…”
“We…”
Those in front of the Five Domains Mirror who could still keep their wits exchanged puzzled glances.
For a moment, everyone felt either the world had gone mad, or Beibei had gone mad, or I had gone mad.
In any case, someone must be mad!
Otherwise, how could this situation make sense? Its very existence signifies impossibility!
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“Why would it be impossible?”
Lord Shou’s voice suddenly entered everyone’s ears at the moment of dream shattering, and they all looked up.
The Five Domains Preaching Mirror split in two.
On the Sacred Mountain’s side, after Beibei finished dancing and returned to her senses, her little face turned bright red with sudden alarm in her eyes.
“Ahh—” She clutched her head and let out a scream, startling her Supreme Emperor Sword to the ground.
At this moment, she could only clutch her head and mumble incoherently, clueless about what to say to remedy the situation, and even more unaware of why she had just spoken such heaven-defying words.
“Heh.”
In the mirror in the Southern Region, Xu Xiaoshou only let out a light chuckle, moving both hands into the mirror frame.
All eyes were on the spirit thread flowing from the fingertips of Lord Shou, seeping into the Way of the Heavens’ energy movement, immersing everyone deep in thought.
Then they heard Lord Shou declaring confidently:
“On Abyss Island, Dao Qiongcang taught me the Divine Secret.”
“In the Divine Relics, Dao Qiongcang bestowed upon me the Puppet Manipulation Thread.”
“Now that he has allied with me, Dao has revealed to me the true nature of the world, which I shall share with everyone. How does that feel?”
Everybody’s hearts jolted. So, that’s how it was.
This “truth” was imparted to Lord Shou by Hallmaster Dao himself, giving it an almost ninety percent credibility.
Lord Shou’s fingers flexed, causing the spirit thread at his fingertips to undulate.
In the Central Region, Beibei suddenly had a change in expression, lifted her hands again, and started to dance the wave.
“Oh Beibei, Beibei~”
It was him!
In this instant, all the people from the five regions understood, “It’s really Lord Shou playing tricks, he isn’t lying!”
After quickly coming to their senses, everyone’s hair stood on end, filled with a terrifying realization.
A man in the Southern Region was able to manipulate Beibei in the Central Region using the Divine Secret?
The distance between them wasn’t merely one room, one city, one district, one realm, but a whole region!
And the one he was controlling was no ordinary person, no low realm Spiritual Cultivator, no one with an empty reputation, it was the White-clothed Sword Deity Beibei!
“Since when did Lord Shou…”
The watchers are at a loss for words, the listeners deep in contemplation.
It seems that every time Lord Shou isn’t paying attention, whoosh, he leaps up a large step in growth.
He does not proceed step by step but achieves it all at once.
Others need to learn slowly – from crawling, to walking, to running – but he can fly from the start, and as his Dao shifts, he suddenly knows how to do everything!
“This is ‘Puppet Manipulation Thread’.”
“To most, the Holy Divine Land in the Central Region and the Southern Region of the Land of Sin may seem far away, but to the Spatial Upanishad, they’re merely an arm’s length apart.”
The Lord Shou in the mirror stops his dancing fingers and stops showing off his prowess.
Thereupon Sword Deity Bei Bei ceases her passionate dance, holding her head in terror.
He smiles at the camera, shifting the topic to something else:
“Hallmaster Dao has treated me well, but he has his own motives. We are not walking the same path, so it’s not necessary for the illusion to shatter; one can still admire him.”
“I’m a ‘Saint Servant’, a relatively pure one at that.”
“I didn’t know before what the main purpose of a Saint Servant was. The Holy Divine Palace governs the continent just fine. Is the purpose of the existence of Saint Servants to cause turmoil on the continent, to make the common folk suffer?”
The person in the mirror falls into thought.
We’ve seen the quirkiness of Lord Shou, but this level of candid heart-to-heart seems to be the first?
“I was much ‘luckier’ than you all, for I quickly found an answer.” Xu Xiaoshou chuckles, shaking his head and sighing:
“Before I had established myself, I had already sown the Infernal Fire Seed in Sleeveless Saint Servant, Sang Qiye.”
“Just as I started my life’s trials after leaving the Spirit Palace, I ran into Saint Servant Bazhun’an, who insisted on giving me an answer.”
“Am I a favored child of the heavens that you all choose me?”
Lord Shou helplessly spreads his hands, his expression somewhat smug, as if showing off.
Yet, the audience could read into this smugness, the weight of being chosen ahead of time, pinned to the ground, only able to crawl forward with effort.
The scene shifts ever so slightly.
Some have turned to the Dao Imparting Mirror of Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, noticing that even Lord Cang Sheng has stopped all actions, neither attacking nor speaking.
Ever since the anomaly with Sword Deity Bei Bei, he has been quietly listening, not making any move to interrupt Lord Shou.
The older generation recalls.
From the time he became famous as one of the Ten High Nobles, to joining the Holy Divine Palace, and probably even now, Ai Cangsheng has never really stood for the Holy Divine Palace, or Saint Servants, or any other faction.
He stands for himself.
He, as his name suggests, represents the stand of the “people.”
He used to stand with the Holy Divine Palace because Hallmaster Dao was there, and in his eyes, there was not a glimmer of hope against the dark forces—the Holy Divine Palace was essentially the people.
Now, with Lord Shou in the Southern Region, speaking his mind, his influence seems to overshadow the Holy Divine Land.
Could it be that Ai Cangsheng no longer equates to only loving the Holy Divine Palace?
The mirror’s image shifts slightly again, minor changes in detail bringing the focus from Ai Cangsheng back to Lord Shou.
And at this moment, no one notices how Feng Zhongzui, the man behind the curtain manipulating the mirror, is exerting his influence.
Even Lord Cang Sheng listens intently; the people of the five regions pay close attention, as they hear Lord Shou speak further:
“Bazhun’an told me, Saint Servants desire freedom.”
“I think there are many kinds of freedom. The kind he seeks is only desired by a very few.”
“Most people can’t reach his height in their lifetime, can’t reach the height of the Ten High Nobles, so if they can’t have absolute freedom, only relative freedom, what does it matter?”
“For this relative freedom, sacrificing a part of it in exchange for the protection of the Holy Divine Palace makes sense, doesn’t it?”
“Then, what’s the point of the Saint Servants pursuing freedom? Is it meaningless?”
The people of the five regions hold their breath and watch intently, clearly taking this to heart.
This was Lord Shou’s past answer, they remain silent, waiting for Lord Shou’s current answer.
