I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 4110: Chapter 1944: Sweeping All Before Him (Part 2)

This is just the beginning!

"Three breaths, two breaths, one breath..."

Counting silently with closed eyes, bending the knees in advance, sure enough, the sensation of solid ground came.

Thump.

Entered the next level!

The 366th attempt!

No talent bonuses, under the control of the Ancestral God, the only thing a mortal body can exert upwards is sweat, effort, and steadily accumulated experience.

With strength, change destiny.

The eyes never opened, yet within the dissipating waves of force, every particle of dust could be felt dancing, like elves.

They stirred the airflow near and far, conveying the information of the "uninvited guest’s" arrival to the inverted pagoda, or rather, the Demon Ancestor.

The inverted pagoda would respond, triggering the fantasy realm and simultaneously applying the power of the "ghost beating the wall" law.

It’s here...

It’s coming...

A wave of intangible shimmer swept over the heart.

The Divine made no preparation, knowing it would be of no use.

Its only purpose was to disturb.

Fantasy realm of inner demons, crossed over...

So next...

"Buzz!"

A very faint sound rang out at the familiar time node, amidst the gradually fading sound of landing.

Simultaneously accompanying this slight tremor of the Dao Method was the Divine’s breathing and heartbeat.

The Divine controlled every muscle on the body so that they vibrated at the exact same frequency as during the previous 365 attempts.

Using this as a reference, the faint tremor of the Dao Method reverberating in the ears could be analyzed in an instant, revealing more than three frequencies—high, medium, and low, allowing for insight and identification of change.

An aura of subtle constraint came over, the power of the "ghost beating the wall" law again taking hold.

But this time, the Divine’s lips curled into a smile.

Found you...

"Ha!!!"

Opening eyes in fury, both eyes suddenly turned red.

The virtual shadow of the Heavenly Dao Godhood behind the waist expanded instantly, seemingly for a moment filled the entire world, then vanished.

Just this one shout revealed the ten thousand Dao Method rules within the 13th layer of the inverted Buddha tower.

"Break!"

The Divine struck in an instant like lightning and fire.

The Overlord had just one stick, yet in an instant it extended, transforming into three stick shadows, pointing towards three directions: left front, right front, and right back.

A hundred feet away...

Three hundred feet away...

Fifty-six feet away...

These three places were slightly elevated due to the World Order level of the inverted Buddha Tower and the Demon Ancestor’s control, floating slightly above the designated rule positions.

In others’ eyes, it was invisible, but to the Divine, they were fatal flaws, the most apparent array eyes maintaining the "ghost beating the wall" array.

"Bang!"

Three places simultaneously exploded into fist-sized black holes.

The three spacetime nodes were shattered, producing just one sound.

Just this small move dissipated the subtle sense of restraint.

No need to continue trying, the Divine knew that successfully reaching the next level.

"Where do you think you’re running?"

Not letting this entity that had wasted so much of his time escape easily, his tiger eyes focused, the Overlord Stick was pulled back, turning around the waist, entering the palm just in time to sweep horizontally from west to east.

Horizontal sweep!

A loud explosion roared.

An unremarkable horizontal sweep sliced out a circle of black light shadow like a sword, severing the 13th layer of the inverted Buddha tower into upper and lower worlds.

"Sizzle—"

Under the shadow of the stick, a palm-sized black figure crouched with an ear-piercing screech.

In the sound, fear and terror could be heard.

If it hadn’t crouched just in time, even if the Divine missed by a bit, this stick’s slash might have taken its life on the spot.

"Demon Barrier."

The Divine’s gaze sternly recognized the thing.

An extraneous consciousness spawned from the Demon Ancestor’s body, nurtured over the years.

Of course, it was nothing to him; for consciousness-disturbed Deva brothers, the damage could be full.

After all, this entity excels at inner demon attacks.

Zip!

The Demon Barrier narrowly escaped death, fleeing without hesitation to the next lower level, directly traversing the 13th layer of the inverted Buddha tower.

"Can you escape?"

The Divine sneered, the Overlord Stick retracted to the elbow, and he planted his foot forward in a bow stance.

Power generated from the earth, through the knees and waist, transmitted to the shoulder and elbow, pushing forward with both forearms exerting force.

"Boom!"

The stick shadow pierced downward, instantly shattering the ground of this layer, continuing downward.

"Boom boom boom!"

In an instant, pierced through three more layers.

The Demon Barrier panicked, fleeing in disarray.

Fortunately, the Divine was too weak; the stick’s tip always slightly slowed when about to hit it, allowing it to twist and dodge.

Just when the little Demon Barrier was about to escape to the last layer, ready to hide in the coffin, the entire inverted Buddha tower resounded with an enraged shout:

"Fool!"

The little Elf Demon Barrier froze in place from the shout.

The Overlord Stick followed, unceremoniously extinguishing this special life form that was not considered a living being.

"Heh."

The Divine chuckled softly, shaking his chin slightly: "The snake and rat frightened back to their nest, saving me the trouble of searching."

Then retracted the stick.

But instead of drawing the stick back into his hand, he pulled himself toward the location anchored by the stick’s tip.

In a moment, he went from the 12th layer of the inverted Buddha tower to the 17th layer.

...

"The Divine..."

A familiar yet strange call came by the ears.

Reaching the 17th layer, which was already very close to the coffin at the tower’s bottom, the Divine dared not let his guard down.

Turning around, there were many familiar people on the 17th layer.

The ground was full of corpses, and from their shriveled appearance, and form, it was impossible to determine who they were specifically, but their clothing was mostly of styles seen at Cross Corner Street.

Few remained standing. Liu Guifen and Wu Siniang were trapped in a spiritual array at one location.

Elsewhere stood the tall steed of the West Street’s master, the Thousand-Handed Tailor, one arm pierced through someone’s chest.