I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 4112: Chapter 1945: Vertical Slash

"Holy Ancestor above, I am your most loyal arbiter, in the past, in the present, and in the future. Please allow me to do something for you."

"Your wish."

"Once upon a time, my heart was clear and naturally final-stage. Up until today, I’ve lost everything; enemies humiliated me, friends betrayed me, disciples deserted me, leaving me alone, daring not to hope for much more."

"Your wish."

"With the Holy Ancestor’s favor, if you can let the instigator of all this meet justice on the Holy Path, I will be eternally grateful and repay in every possible way!"

"His name."

"Xu Xiao Shou!"

"Good."

"I dare ask the Holy Ancestor, in the current situation, as your most faithful arbiter, what can I do for you?"

"For now, do nothing."

"Then..."

"This Ancestor will enlighten you with the Red Sorrowful Spiritual Pearl, and at the necessary moment, you will know what to do."

...

"Fourth Lady!"

"Wu Siniang!"

With two shouts and a hefty elbow strike, Wu Siniang, who had been dumbstruck by the Overlord’s might, was finally awakened.

Liu Guifen thought to herself, isn’t Wu Siniang someone who’s seen big scenes before? How is it that even though The Divine didn’t actually strike her, she seems to have lost her soul?

Siniang shivered and knelt to the ground.

Raising her hand towards The Divine and its dangerous shining eyes, her lips trembled for ages but she couldn’t make a sound.

"She’s the same, the same, Divine Almighty."

Liu Guifen quickly spoke up to vouch for her own people, pointing to Wu Siniang, saying repeatedly:

"When we arrived, we gathered immediately and were never hit by the Demon Ancestor’s tricks."

"We ventured for a while, met Miss Xi’er on the third floor, and traveled together. After some twists and turns, we reached the seventeenth floor safely, but never encountered you."

"Later, Miss Xi’er, the Deva predecessor, and the Corpse Man got pulled to the eighteenth floor, the Thousand-handed Tailor suddenly started killing, and then you know what happened."

The experience was simple, resembling her own. There’s no need to lie about it here.

As for Lei Xi’er and Sky falling into the demonic liquid pool, Liu and Wu lacked the capability to rescue them, not something that could be blamed on them.

The Divine relied on intuition to act.

He gave Wu Siniang another glance, without making out anything, finally motioned for the two to rise and speak, not dwelling on the past.

He had arrived.

That was sufficient.

The Divine pointed at the demonic liquid pool: "How long have they been submerged?"

The demonic liquid on the eighteenth floor of the Inverted Pagoda slowly wriggled, reaching Lei Xi’er’s chest, with high temperature and concentration, bubbling occasionally and popping with a splatter.

The splattered demonic liquid painted the trio’s faces black, its power seeping unstoppably into their bodies, seemingly transforming something.

The liquid in the demonic pool was solid enough to be scooped by hand, settling for countless years.

Every moment, a magnificent surge of power actively or passively streamed into the trio’s pores, though compared to the total amount, it was insignificant.

Even with the Five Decays of Heaven and Man’s Engulfing Power fully unleashed, it hasn’t lessened the black liquid in the pool overall, indicating just how much power was accumulated within.

"About six hours."

Liu Guifen couldn’t answer at first, not accustomed to counting time, but Wu Siniang, having calmed down, had keen attention to detail:

"I tested upon entering, and the flow speed within the Inverted Pagoda’s Internal World is apparently different from outside."

"From the bottom to the seventeenth floor, calculating by Shengshen Continent travel, minus the time spent dealing with the Demon Barrier encounters, it took about five days."

"We spent half a day studying the way down on the seventeenth floor, when suddenly Miss Xi’er and the trio got pulled down, and the Thousand-handed Tailor acted out. The two of us led Cross Corner Street’s people to resist for half a day."

"In total, around six days."

The Divine listened, nodding once at Siniang.

Precision in calculation isn’t that impressive.

What was impressive was her apparent habit of precise timekeeping, and if she had the habit of calculating all other matters always, she would be categorized among those like Elder Dao the Flamboyant.

She was adept at dealing with "predicaments". Even when trapped in the Inverted Pagoda, she managed it orderly.

She excelled in these mentally exhausting tasks—a habit she developed or which Xiang’er cultivated in her, claimed useful in critical moments.

It appeared Liu Guifen wasn’t the North Street Master; instead, the mastermind Wu Siniang resembled a true wise one.

And such a composed person couldn’t possibly lose focus for long due to a single stick strike, could she?

The Divine withdrew his gaze, not considering further.

Unnecessary.

Solve what’s at hand as it comes.

"You calculated six days, but I’ve been waiting fifteen days and three hours," The Divine said.

Wu Siniang blinked and hastily spoke, "Not that I’m talking nonsense, but perhaps the Inverted Pagoda measures time differently for each person."

A plausible hypothesis.

These people progressively encountered each other on the early floors, while The Divine crossed the path without seeing a soul.

Even beforehand, entering the Pagoda, the Demon Ancestor treated The Divine distinctively, holding him back longer to expend some energy, likely expected.

The Divine lightly pointed Overlord down at the demonic pool below, engaging his mind, saying, "What do you think?"

Liu Guifen glanced at the pool, getting tense at the thought.

Whether diving to rescue or pulling them up, they’d likely be polluted by the demonic liquid if they went along.