I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

He knew the Path, “masters are silent, the world will make noise by itself,” and stepped down onto the Power Upanishad Formation, holding onto half of the golden beast mask on his face, and after landing, quietly stood behind the Godhood-Sealing Coffin without uttering a word.

The crowd of onlookers was stunned for a moment, then erupted:

“It’s him, Water Ghost!”

“The ruler of Sky City for an entire game, he fooled so many demi-saints of the Holy Divine Palace to their deaths!”

“This golden beast mask… I recognize him, I was also in Sky City at the time, he put on this thing and transformed from Yu Lingdi to Yu Mo, skewering Yan Wuse with a halberd!”

“…”

The atmosphere at the scene was instantly charged with climax.

For a moment, Feng Yujin really thought a major figure had arrived, but after listening and watching for a while, he realized it was just a mere demi-saint.

Even if he was an Upanishad demi-saint—it was insignificant, okay!

Before he could even start to mock, another Power Upanishad Formation unfolded in the sky.

This time a decrepit old man with a straw hat and tattered prisoner’s garb entered the scene; his body charred and withered like a burnt corpse, yet the terrifying power contained in his torso and arms was startling.

“Sleeveless!”

“This straw hat, these Red Scorched Hands… he must be the former second-in-command saint servant Sleeveless, no doubt!”

“He’s become sanctified too, another Upanishad demi-saint?”

“No, wasn’t he just an ordinary higher void level, how did he become a saint and still understand Upanishad? He…”

Spiritual Cultivators on the site were shocked in their thoughts, falling into an incredible loop of admiration, their attention shifting from the confrontation to contemplation about the Spiritual Cultivation itself, completely getting sidetracked.

Feng Yujin was at a loss for words.

Compared to Water Ghost’s low profile among the Saint Servant Nine Thrones, the second-in-command saint servant Sleeveless, even when just an ordinary higher void level person, had a renowned reputation on the Inner Island of the Abyss Island.

Water Ghost, he still dared to mock, after all, that man Feng Yujin did not really recognize, but Sleeveless was said to dare to challenge the Bazhun’an, better not.

Amid the heated discussion, Bai Zhou and Cen Qiaofu also made their entrance.

Relatively speaking, these two seemed rather ordinary; in fact, they didn’t even know what the Chief Elder and the Tower Master’s Master were vying for and being jealous of at the First Pavilion in the Sky.

A Power Upanishad Formation, what’s there to show off?

Aren’t there already a couple at the site?

…

“Is this it?”

Feng Yujin remained silent, but Yue Gongli enjoyed the show inwardly.

If it were just these few people, he had already prepared himself since the Eighteen Heavens.

Xu Xiaoshou, lots of thunder with little rain, in the end, could only summon such futile assistance as far as the overall situation was concerned.

With similar thoughts in mind, everyone turned back and looked toward Lord Shou.

The black-clad youth on top of the Godhood-Sealing Coffin had waited for a dozen breaths after the entrance of the saints, not knowing what he was waiting for.

Just as everyone eagerly anticipated and Xu Xiaoshou also became anxious, and even Yue Gongli felt that since your people have finished entering, it was time for me to call on my men and bring out my formidable father to dominate the scene, he was about to take out a communication jade scroll when…

“Whoosh…”

Sand flew and stones rolled, everyone’s hearts tightened slightly as they sensed something and looked towards the west.

“I come from~ the west~”

A distant, ethereal, and emotionally ripe chant sounded, without the grand entrance of an Upanishad demi-saint but also unlike Cen Qiaofu and Bai Zhou’s low-key simplicity.

The figure with long hair fluttering in the yellow sand stood on its own, wearing a simple white robe that epitomized carefree elegance. When he approached with the technique Shrinking Land to Inches, one hand holding a cup, the other shaking a fan, singing and drinking with ease:

“I come from the west~ roaming eastward with the stream~”

“Daytime watching the cut grass grow~ in the evening making a bed with ghosts.”

Upon hearing this voice, Xu Xiaoshou nearly fell over, opening his mouth wide to suppress the urge to explode.

Are you insane?

Don’t you have your own lines?

Looking back, within the rising dust, the white-robed man coming with song and wine grew clearer as he approached, yet more indistinct.

As he walked slowly, Path Principles evolved and visualized a great river flowing east behind him, the water babbling, time passing swiftly like an arrow, with spirits and humans alike as transient guests.

Suddenly the imagery changed and became eerie, a cool breeze blew, shattered the scene and whisked it under the gloomy broken willow, flickering the candlestick on the table.

“Sizzle…”

The candle went out and the shadow under the willow disintegrated.

Yue Gongli’s heart skipped a beat; he actually saw the scene from the Land of Screen and Candles!

This was the forbidden grounds of Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe; which one of Xu Xiaoshou’s side had been to the Land of Screen and Candles?

Without further pondering, the chanting continued:

“Mayflies grasp my Intent~ the cool breeze snuffs the wax~”

“Drunk with the waters of the mortal realm~ sober to mingle with Immortals~”

With the deep and emotional tone finally settling, the white-robed man singing with his drink at last came into everyone’s line of sight.

He bent down to scoop up the moon from the water, and when he rose, sweeping his hair back, everyone finally saw his true face.

“The Eighth Sword Deity!”

Sudden excited screams arose from the crowd.

Whether from the front, the back, the left, or the right, when people looked up, they saw the face of Bazhun’an.

In fact, as soon as the song “I come from the west” began, some had already touched on memories, recalling the celebration of the Eighth Sword Deity when he fished from Yunlun, luring people onto the Abyss Island before making his retreat.

But when the newcomer truly raised his head, the shock that dawned within the hearts of those around was nothing compared to the impact brought by the direct sight!

“Ah—”

A weird cry resounded within Mo Mo.

She flailed about clumsily, comically flinging her limbs left and right.

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