I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 3337 - 1672: Grey Shadow Now Invites the Daughter to the Mountain, As You Wish Please Summon the God of Death

Thud! Clatter-clatter-clatter!

On the mountainside of the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, a bloodied figure tumbled and stumbled, rushing down the mountain with a mirror slung over his shoulder.

"Brothers, I'm panicking right now."

"I don't know why, but that demi-saint from the Qin Family suddenly really wants to kill me. Did I offend him somehow?"

"I know you're all surprised—how did I manage to escape death at the hands of a demi-saint? How could someone like Feng Zhongzui be so strong?"

"To tell you the truth, even I'm surprised!"

"My Fantasy Sword Technique level barely scratches the first realm. I couldn't even manage a Space-Time Transition just now. When I saw the old man covered in devilish energy and his state clearly off, in a moment of reckless instinct, I hit him with a 'Mirror Flower Water Moon.'"

"And it actually worked. I trapped him!"

Feng Zhongzui gripped the Dao Imparting Mirror and aimed it at himself.

The mirror reflected half of his terrified face, while the majority of the frame captured the mountaintop's high skies, where the demi-saint Qin Duan was raging like a mad dog.

"I can't stay airborne; it's far too dangerous right now. I need to run on foot."

"Brothers, I don't know if you all believe in the concept of 'the Arena'… It's hard for me to clearly describe what I'm trying to convey, but simply put, the atmosphere of the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe feels wrong!"

"My body feels so cold, like I'm about to die... Before, when I was preaching here, death didn't even cross my mind. But now, I feel like I could collapse at any moment!"

As he sprinted, Feng Zhongzui kept glancing back, his speaking pace quickening.

"I've always been a naturally sensitive person—to 'the Arena' kind of things. I feel like even that demi-saint Qin might be affected by something similar, but he's reacting more emotionally?"

"But the change came too suddenly. What could it be caused by?"

"Maybe it's because Lord Shou and Lord Cang Sheng are about to swap battlegrounds, and death is surging here, breeding a massive disaster to come?"

"Or maybe..."

Feng Zhongzui swallowed hard. "I have this ominous feeling that monsters are about to descend on the Sacred Mountain!"

...

Swish!

A faint blur of orange swept past the edge of his vision.

Feng Zhongzui was running so fast that he didn't see it clearly. Suddenly, he screeched to a halt and froze in place.

Everything came to an abrupt standstill.

When the chatterbox Feng Zhongzui stopped speaking, the entire world seemed to fall silent.

His Dao Imparting Mirror still hung in reverse, showing half of his dazed face and half of the sky above.

"Why did he stop?"

The spectators through the Five Domains Preaching Mirror were baffled.

They were eager to see more action and hear more narration, but Feng Zhongzui seemed to have turned to stone, abruptly ceasing all movement.

"What was that blur just now?"

"A person! Looked like a figure, wearing orange?"

"Running so fast, rushing to reincarnate? Wait, at this hour, is anyone even heading up the Sacred Mountain? Shouldn't everyone already be retreating downhill?"

"No! He seemed to just be walking normally. It's Feng Zhongzui who was running too fast, so the mirror captured him as a fleeting blur, distorted out of frame..."

The muttering started to quiet down.

Strange expressions began surfacing on everyone's faces.

This was because, at that moment, half of Feng Zhongzui's face in the mirror had turned ashen, his eyes devoid of all light.

It was as if his very soul had been snatched away!

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"Dead?"

The crowd was puzzled.

But soon, the image in the mirror jolted slightly, indicating that Feng Zhongzui had shuddered back to life. Clearly, he wasn't dead yet.

However, it was plain for all to see: a bead of sweat appeared at his temple, mingled with blood as it trickled past his eye sockets and dripped off the tip of his nose.

In the silence, the drop of sweat was like a thunderclap.

Across the Five Domains, a storm of discussion erupted.

The single droplet left everyone biting their nails in suspense.

"Wait, who has come to the Sacred Mountain?!"

"Is Feng Zhongzui under that much pressure?"

Having watched the Dao Imparting Mirror closely for so long, everyone was familiar with Feng Zhongzui's personality. Put kindly, he was fearless before gods and buddhas. Bluntly put, he was audacious to the core.

Frequent slips of the tongue meant he'd even blurt out nonsense like 'Ai Gou.'

Directly calling the demi-saint Qin Duan by name wasn't even considered entirely his fault.

This was the influence of hanging around Lord Shou too much; anyone carrying that mirror would likely see no ordinary demi-saint as a threat.

"I'm killing it alongside Lord Shou—why would I fear him?"

But who could he have encountered now that would render the chatterbox Feng Zhongzui utterly speechless?

Feng Zhongzui still said nothing.

However, he began carefully angling the Dao Imparting Mirror downwards.

In the mirror, the half of his face remained perfectly visible, giving everyone a clear view of the terror etched into his expression.

But the part of the frame showing the sky gradually decreased as the mirror tilted, revealing the mountain path behind Feng Zhongzui instead.

...

"Tap, thunk..."

"Tap, thunk..."

Slow.

The footsteps were steady and unhurried.

The image in the mirror slanted upwards from below, progressively capturing the outline of an orange-clad figure's back.

Someone ascending the mountain!

A soft gasp escaped the Five Domains.

Indeed, at this very moment, there truly was a Reverser—climbing the mountain step by step, heading towards the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe's summit.

From the image in the Dao Imparting Mirror, the figure's frame seemed tall, yet their back was slightly hunched. Judging by the build, it was barely discernible that this was a man.

Beyond that...

His entire body, head to toe, even his hands, was cloaked within the orange robe, with no skin exposed.

"He looks like an orange."

Someone candidly gave a comment, shivering inexplicably as they spoke, an inexplicable chill seeping in.

The feeling wasn't unfounded.

This mountain climber gave off an oppressive sensation of cold, like a venomous snake emerging from the shadowy depths.

"Say something!"

"Feng Zhongzui, hurry up and talk to him!"

"I think this guy's a master! Masters always love wearing bizarre outfits..."

The Dao Imparting Mirror's spectators, unafraid of stirring trouble, excitedly urged him on, knowing full well they weren't the ones on the scene.

Feng Zhongzui's panic was apparent, visible to the naked eye.

He still didn't dare make a sound, only kept adjusting the Dao Imparting Mirror.

Staying with Lord Shou had evidently taught him a great deal—he now fully understood how to express his current fear through the silent language of the camera lens.

For several breaths, he filmed the orange figure's back from top to bottom.