I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 3338 - 1672: Grey Shadow Now Invites the Daughter to the Mountain, As You Wish Please Invite the God of Death_2
Chapter 3338 -1672: Grey Shadow Now Invites the Daughter to the Mountain, As You Wish Please Invite the God of Death_2
It was clearly a tense moment of escape, yet the demi-saint Qin Duan lingered somewhere in the skies behind, his exact arrival unknown.
“Tap, thump…”
“Tap, thump…”
The steady, deliberate footsteps echoed, yet no one found solace—on the contrary, their hearts grew heavier!
The mirror shifted again, slowly panning along the rhythm of the approaching footsteps. It captured the path leading up the mountain, then lingered for a few breaths on empty scenes.
No one understood what Feng Zhongzui meant by this.
But everyone fell into a strange silence, unnerved, as they accompanied Feng Zhongzui, whose half-face was etched with horror, staring for a long while at the vibrant reds and greens of flowers and willows, the golden laurels and jade stones.
After the spiritual array explosion caused by Lord Shou earlier at the Sacred Mountain’s midsection, the chaos should’ve been absolute. Yet, amidst the minutiae, there still existed such vivid colors.
Truly, the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe possessed an indomitable vitality!
But still…
“What is he trying to convey?”
…
There wasn’t much time to ponder.
The mirror, previously facing backward, suddenly turned forward, directing its focus to the path directly ahead of Feng Zhongzui.
The way down the mountain!
A chill swept across the Five Domains; in an instant, everyone understood why Feng Zhongzui had hesitated to move forward.
Compared to the colorful path leading up the mountain, the way down was now an unbroken expanse of decay!
The red flowers had withered, the green leaves had crumbled.
The grasses and trees were withering, the mountain springs had dried to nothing.
The spiritual array explosion triggered earlier by Lord Shou seemed to have created a dividing line exactly where Feng Zhongzui now stood. Above, there was scarcely any damage; below, the devastation was absolute.
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But was this truly caused by an explosion?
“Everything is grey…”
Someone murmured, their voice trembling as if witnessing an incomprehensible scene.
Just as the speaker suggested, when the Dao Imparting Mirror provided a distant panoramic view of the downward path, all that filled the horizon was a lifeless greyness.
Flowers, even when withering, should still carry tinges of red.
Trees, even when snapped, should still retain traces of green.
But on the mountain’s downward slope, seen through the Dao Imparting Mirror’s lens, there was no red, no green—only one color: “grey.”
This “grey” coiled and lingered, rising from the dead grasses and plants, from the shattered stones, not dispersing but clinging stubbornly to the air in ghostly wisps.
Up close, the grey felt unreal.
Squinting one’s eyes, the path down the mountain was clearly shrouded in a pall of grey, mournful mist!
…
“Gulp.”
Feng Zhongzui’s Adam’s apple bobbed, but he still didn’t dare to speak.
Using the magnification feature of the Dao Imparting Mirror, he focused on the distant base of the mountain.
There, amid a hazy, shadowy gloom, lay contorted, scattered corpses and remains, white bones sprawled out like they had been dead for centuries.
But the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe was a holy land—how could it harbor the sordid practice of dumping corpses at its base?
These bodies, some still clothed, bore only traces of dust yet appeared “clean as if freshly washed.”
The red-clothed, the white-clothed, the mountain guardians, the Holy Divine Guards…
All adorned in familiar attire, these were once living beings—members of the sacred mountain’s factions, previously dismissed by Lord Cangsheng, deemed unnecessary and sent down in advance!
“All dead?”
The absence of Feng Zhongzui’s voice didn’t diminish the terror; instead, it transferred from his face to the Five Domains’ Spectators watching the spectacle through the mirror.
Why had they died?
Why had there been no sound?
Could even Lord Cangsheng’s Eyes of the Great Path not detect this? Could it truly have occurred in a mere instant?
But to achieve such an effect in an instant…
The individuals sent down earlier weren’t weak.
Among them were masters of the Cutting Path and the higher void stages, seasoned war veterans, elite red- and white-clothed faction leaders drawn from regions across the Five Domains.
They were far from pushovers!
In numbers alone, they were formidable. Even if Qin Duan had gone rabid, it would’ve taken him at least half a day to slaughter every soul at the mountain’s base.
“Not all dead!”
“There’s still one breathing!”
Feng Zhongzui seemed to share the same sense of unease as the Five Domains.
After searching for some time, the Dao Imparting Mirror finally honed in on a trembling figure cowering behind a large boulder.
It was a red-clothed youth, his spiritual energy unstable, as if he had only recently broken through—a major concern to a spiritual cultivator.
His face was smeared with dirt, streaked with filth, making his age difficult to judge, though he seemed around thirteen or fifteen years old—still tender and inexperienced.
But what drew the most attention wasn’t the red-clothed youth himself. It was the sword clutched tightly in his hand, its blade half-buried in the soil!
Feng Zhongzui’s pupils shrank, but he held his tongue.
“What sword is this? Its aura feels incredibly powerful!”
Even through the Dao Imparting Mirror, the spectators could sense the sword’s overwhelming presence. It was no ordinary mortal-grade weapon.
Unlike the Southern Region’s oblivious spiritual cultivators, those before the mirror in the Eastern Region, especially near the Burial Sword Tomb and Fringe Moon Immortal City, needed only a glance to recognize its true identity.
“The fifteenth famed sword, Dragon Sword, Green Scale Ridge!”
Atop the First Viewing Platform, Dao Qiongcang’s eyes narrowed as memories stirred. He recalled the identity of the red-clothed youth.
He remembered that Elder Wuyue had a disciple.
Although not personally chosen by him, this disciple had been forced upon him by the Holy Divine Palace, meant to inherit his teachings.
Yet, the path of the ancient swordsman is not one that suits everyone, no matter how much is invested.
Within the world of ancient sword cultivation, the idiom “great masters produce great disciples” rarely holds true; more often, each generation pales in comparison to the previous one.
Even so, Elder Wuyue had done his best to teach.
Later, to avoid suspicion, he even sent the youth to train as part of the Red-Coats.
What was his name again?
Ah, yes—Lu Ke!
…
“Lu Ke?”
A wisp of Xu Xiaoshou’s consciousness resided within Feng Zhongzui.
Moments ago, his Fantasy Sword Technique had helped resolve the encircling crisis. Now, through the Sacred Mountain’s Dao Imparting Mirror, his vision rested on the red-clothed youth.
He remembered this young red-clothed swordsman.
The disciple of Elder Wuyue, an associate of Yu Zhiwen, and a famed sword-bearer.
Back in the White Cave, the famed sword Green Scale Ridge had been unattainable, always seeking out its owner by flying from the Yuan Mansion of its own accord.
Later, to evade the relentless Night Guardian, Xu Xiaoshou himself had voluntarily discarded it.
But none of this mattered anymore!
