I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 4147: Chapter 1956: Demon Barrier (Part 2)

The urgent task is to go to Shengshen Continent and retrieve the Demon Ancestor’s body—this is the highest priority!

The divine senses swept over everything in the five regions, taking it all in.

Unexpectedly, the battlefield changes in an instant, and in the current continent, the combat strength of the bald monk comes first.

"You Yuan? The Divine?"

Yuegong Qi frowned, and soon realized it was a fusion being, a cold smile appearing on the corner of the lips, dismissively waving a sleeve:

"Hmph!"

"Ant-like beings."

...

Western Region, Great Desert.

In the rare desert oasis where the broken temple of the Buddhist Sect is located, a group of young monks is anxiously pacing around.

"Abbot!"

"Is it not done yet? Is the Devil Sword really that difficult to refine?"

"Come on, Pot-bellied Abbot, you can definitely do it. You must wake up..."

Pot-bellied Abbot Youxi frowns tightly, sitting cross-legged with eyes closed in front of the "Slaughter" sword.

Golden Power of Will flows around, its patterns chaotic.

"You all stand farther away."

Beside him, many monks in gray robes watch more clearly than the young monks.

The external mental imagery of Abbot Youxi is somewhat chaotic, but clearly shows he is in battle with the demon barrier within the sword, yet at a disadvantage.

The older monks already sense something’s amiss.

This sword, of unknown origin, possesses astonishingly terrifying power. Even though Abbot Youxi is a Holy Emperor, he cannot suppress it?

At that moment, the external mental imagery abruptly halts, the golden Power of Will stops fluctuating, and the strands of black devilish energy enveloping Abbot Youxi seem to be completely purified.

"Hoo..."

Abbot Youxi opens his eyes, exhaling a breath of impure air.

"How is it?"

A monk beside him asks.

It seems as though the danger is subdued, but just a moment ago, he was clearly at a disadvantage. How did he suddenly turn the tide?

"Barely suppressed it."

Abbot Youxi stands up, his face naturally kind, even though he actually has some worry, still giving an impression of a beaming smile.

He steps forward, pulls out the Slaughter sword, secures it at his waist, and turns back to the cheering and clapping young monks:

"Stay here, don’t wander off."

"Pot-bellied Abbot, are you going out?" The young monks’ joy pauses, catching a hint of something.

"Yes." Abbot Youxi nods solemnly, looking toward the east, "I have to go out for a while..."

"What are you going to do?"

"To purge residual barriers."

...

Dong!

The Overlord smashed the Demon Ancestor’s head with a single strike.

The Divine’s heart sounded alarmed; rather than feeling relieved, they felt as if being targeted by a venomous snake.

In the maternal tomb of the origin, the Demon Ancestor’s head explodes in a vast black mist, the power accumulated since its sleep, inadvertently revealing a gate that leaked energy.

The devilish energy swirls, forming an illusory face in the Nine Heavens, sneering coldly:

"The Divine, you have no chance."

Before the Overlord’s strike, the Demon Ancestor wanted to negotiate with the Divine, as the physique was truly perfect, too cherished to destroy.

After the Overlord’s strike, like a dragon touched in reverse scales, or a tiger with whiskers pulled, regardless of the fondness, the Divine was already a target that must be killed.

"Amitabha."

The Divine had no intention to waste words, flipping the Overlord weapon in their hand, exerting full force, and striking horizontally.

Overlord’s Second Form: Slash Moon.

Bang!

This time, the maternal tomb of origin quickly moved to block the attack, despite knowing it would be damaged, positioning itself to protect the Demon Ancestor’s body.

With a click, a crack appeared at the bottom of the coffin.

Together with the maternal tomb of origin itself, and the headless body within, it was sent flying.

Boom!

The Divine steps hard, the space bursts, having already launched themselves forward, trying to follow.

Yet simultaneously, sensing danger, the Overlord rotates around the waist, forcibly stopping in mid-air, raising their left palm against the sky.

The sound arrives before the person.

A deafening explosion outside the sky, as if the anger of gods, thunder roared out of a clear sky:

"Meddling wretch, how dare you damage the three sacred weapons of the Holy Ancestor?"

This sudden voice was like thunderstrikes for the cultivators in the five regions, making ears feel pierced.

With effort, they look upwards to witness a majestic force of the ancestral source gathering in the sky, transforming into a massive hand, pressing down upon the Divine.

"This is..."

Such a surprise.

In today’s continent, besides demon, medicine, spirit, god, and Caos, is there also an Ancestral God?

"Boom!"

The ancestral source’s large hand pushes downwards, as the Divine’s palm pushes upwards.

One large, one small, one pure energy, one morph form, when they collide, a gigantic explosion resounds, surprisingly equal in strength?

No!

Clearly, the Divine has the upper hand!

The massive hand condensed of frost-cold energy was shattered by the Divine’s palm, yet the residual force of ancient martial arts dissipated as well.

"Hmm?"

A muffled sound from high above, suggesting disbelief.

Yet the Divine, having gained the upper hand, refused to let loose, following the first attack by flipping in mid-air, Overlord roaring longingly, aiming at the sky.

Bang!

The force wave tears through space, forming a streak of black light.

"Presumptuous!"

Above the clouds, another different ancestral source’s force manifestation, this time composed of pure Holy Ancestor’s force.

It forms a gigantic finger, coming from the sky, astonishingly able to withstand the force of the Divine’s strike.

Their confrontation remains unchanged, the Nine Heavens echoing with thunderous vibrations.

After a long time, in the twisted and fragmented space, the two forces stand off and consume until exhausted.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort echoes from the void, revealing the silhouette of a middle-aged man in gorgeous robes, standing proudly in mid-air, surrounded by the aura of the Ancestral God, stirring Dao fluctuations.

His chin slightly raised, with both disdain and a hint of caution in his eyes, his left hand hidden behind the waist, while the right cradles an ice-blue long ruler before his abdomen.

The ruler is half a man tall, the width of a palm, emanating a chilling aura, its body engraved with dark red path patterns that resemble molten lava not fully extinguished, accompanied by eighteen embedded sockets.