I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3552: Chapter 1740: 1 Word Becomes Command, Transforms You Yuan, Melts Stairway to Heaven, Governs This Realm_3

Don’t even mention Feng Xiaoshuang.

Even Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t describe his current feelings.

In his memory, the enlightened monk wore a red kasaya, had white beard and eyebrows, speaking in benevolent tones of ‘Amitabha’.

Such a young one, it was hard for him to leave the temple.

Equipped with a knife and staff, he’s most likely a Broken Vow Monk!

This young monk, somewhat resembling a Broken Vow Monk yet somewhat not, had a glint in his eyes as he passed Xu Xiaoshou.

He slightly turned his gaze, nodded a bit, and said:

“Inverted pagoda meet.”

…

“Huh?”

With a sizzle, Xu Xiaoshou’s hair stood on end.

Inverted pagoda meet?

This format, why does it feel so familiar?

Abyss Island meet, Ran Ming ruins meet, Divine Relics meet, inverted pagoda meet… so, are you Dao Qiongcang?!

But how could Elder Sang have anything to do with Dao Qiongcang?

The power he’s borrowing, whether Dao Qiongcang can grasp it, is another matter entirely.

After all, he just mentioned.

“Request divine oracles!”

And also said.

“Red Scorched away, grievances must return.”

You Yuan Buddha… with all the various clues, however unbelievable, when the phrase “inverted pagoda meet” was uttered, Xu Xiaoshou was able to piece it all together:

Is Elder Sang borrowing not the Demon Ancestor’s blood, but the blood of You Yuan Buddha?

Cursed Yin previously confessed that grievances at the inverted pagoda suppressed the Demon Ancestor, hence his power was insufficient, being polluted?

But if this blood could be borrowed, it should have been borrowed thirty years ago.

Otherwise, even if the Saint Servant had means to see grievances again, The Divine wouldn’t have searched arduously for thirty years without results…

“Thirty years ago, resentment wasn’t just initially sealed as Holy Emperor, but was already nearing Ancestral God, even aspiring to Ancestral God?”

“No wonder while others were engaged in petty matters, he was already suppressing the Demon Ancestor…”

Such shock, compared to Bazhun’an forgetting emotions, Kui Leihan forgetting kin, Dao Qiongcang forgetting the Path, is even more astonishing.

Xu Xiaoshou didn’t dare to believe his own judgment as truth.

But before he could think further, the sleeveless monk’s robe took another step forward.

This time, his silhouette directly appeared on the Stairway to Heaven, visible to all in the five regions.

His height was supreme.

His background was the world.

From this angle, mortals could only see the monk’s knife exuding murderous intent, along with the rampant magic staff—no one could comprehend this Buddha Form!

Yet Xu Xiaoshou knew.

He definitely wasn’t Elder Sang, he could only be You Yuan.

After all, he had seen that monk’s knife, he had seen that magic staff—Buddha Slaying Blade, Empty Hell Magic Staff!

On the golden Stairway to Heaven, the incomprehensible, simply clad in gray-brown monk’s robe You Yuan, turned back, casting tenderness upon this realm.

His path was extremely simple, like the current five regions’ Buddhist sound:

“All disasters befall me, peace to the mortal world.”

“Blades and swords be upon me, no bloodshed in the human realm.”

You Yuan sat cross-legged, lightly releasing the monk’s knife and horizontally laying the magic staff.

He didn’t need to speak much, as he softly blew out a golden Shariputra from his mouth.

This is…

Xu Xiaoshou’s face showed motion.

That was a Shariputra!

But the force within it, nearly equivalent to the Ancestral God Fate Chart!

“A naturally born Ancestral God Fate Chart…”

Instantly, everyone from the five regions thought of something.

Under this gray-brown monk’s Great Path Truth, they recalled the Ten High Nobles’ “If Buddha has grievances, hell should be full”.

On the Stairway to Heaven, he expelled the Shariputra.

All spiritual cultivators from the five regions, who had been attacked by devilish energy, were drawn, countless unforgivable acts were assimilated.

You Yuan devoured all devilish energy, all sins.

His dim body became extremely solid, a lotus platform blossomed beneath his feet, vermillion at his brow became even blood-red.

Contradiction!

Still contradiction!

No matter what, it’s difficult for anyone to accept such extreme contradictions coexisting in one entity, yet achieving such harmony of Yin and Yang.

You Yuan slightly spread his palm.

In the sizzle of sound, his arm became scorched, seemingly Sleeveless· Red Scorched Hand.

But in the next moment, based on Penetrating Divine Senses Dragon Melting Burn, the Sleeveless· Red Scorched Hand attached to him, its power purified by the golden Shariputra, reverted to chaos.

When countless unforgivable acts and countless sins were simultaneously refined, the scorched areas on You Yuan’s palm faded, transforming into a soft, water-like golden thought.

“Power of Will…”

Xu Xiaoshou felt a tingle on his scalp.

He had seen such Penetrating Divine Senses.

This is pure sincere faith, unwavering devotion.

The last time, and the only time he had seen someone with such Penetrating Divine Senses 2.0, was a little monk Bu Le—who was a disciple of You Yuan Buddha!

Thoughts racing through his mind.

On the Stairway to Heaven, after You Yuan Buddha sat down, his heart was like calm water.

He stroked his hand, Power of Will overflowed from the Shariputra, flowing over the lotus platform, and across the Stairway to Heaven.

“Pfft pfft…”

An eerie sound emitted.

Touched by that Power of Will, the Stairway to Heaven actually made sounds of corrosion and burning, white flame arose at that moment, yet even the white flame was quickly soothed.

The five regions were all bewildered.

Even Ai Cangsheng didn’t make a move, just quietly watching.

Then seeing on the Stairway to Heaven, the golden Shariputra occasionally returned, You Yuan Buddha faded, becoming sleeveless monk’s robe.

With a blink of the five regions, the sleeveless monk’s robe faded again, becoming Sleeveless· Red Scorched Body’s Sang Qiye.

Another blink…

No more fading!

Thus, Elder Sang was like a stone statue.

Eternally fixed at the peak, only one sound proclaiming across the five regions, declaring the steadfastness of his path and the solidity of his heart:

“I shall fuse and break the Stairway to Heaven, govern this realm for one year, even the Ten Ancestors shall not reverse it.”

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