I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 4148: Chapter 1956: Demon Barrier_3

Only, there were no embedded gems in the hole, looking like deep-set eyes, and the dark red divine path patterns were the Devil Veins around the eyes.

"This ruler..."

A powerful aura akin to the natal master’s coffin!

If not for the Overlord’s own enhancement with ancient martial power, even he might not measure up. Perhaps it is one of the three weapons of the Holy Ancestor!

"Who goes there?"

The Divine closed His eyes slightly, compelled to launch an attack.

His gaze moved from the cold ruler to the middle-aged man, feeling a sense of familiarity.

It didn’t matter who the newcomer was.

What mattered was that His power perfectly matched with the ruler, almost tailor-made, allowing an explosive release of immense power.

If this person were not so arrogant, insisting on comparing a finger with the Overlord, only to be shaken and hiding the finger behind the waist.

Had the ruler been revealed first, the two attacks just now wouldn’t have yielded much advantage.

And with this interruption, the natal master’s coffin carrying the Demon Ancestor’s body had already fled to the heavens.

"Go!"

The Divine hurled the inverted pagoda, using it to suppress the power from the head of the Demon Ancestor’s body that was just blown up.

Escape as you might for now, you won’t escape forever.

With the Demon Ancestor’s body gone, this fellow with the cold ruler, standing up for the Demon Ancestor, could only have been instructed by the Demon Ancestor.

"Hmph!"

The middle-aged man suspended in the air let out another cold snort.

It seemed that because he didn’t gain much advantage earlier, he finally glanced at the bald man, then glanced around the five regions and declared arrogantly:

"I am the Cold Ancestor, Yuegong Qi."

The five regions were instantly in an uproar.

Who is this Cold Ancestor?

But the name "Yuegong Qi" sounded familiar, wasn’t that the Cold Palace Emperor?

"He, He became an Ancestor?"

"When did that happen, and why was there no Ancestor God Destruction catastrophe, just like with the Departed Ancestor?"

"Wait, both surnamed Yuegong... so this Cold Ancestor is the Departed Ancestor’s father, two Ancestors in one family, both father and son have become Gods? Ah!"

The Divine finally remembered where He’d seen this face before.

On Yue Gongli’s face.

"Your son is over there."

He gestured towards the direction of the Technique Species, seeing no reaction from the newcomer, He understood his intentions.

Looking at the cold ruler in Yuegong Qi’s hands, the Divine nodded in acknowledgment:

"Nice ruler..."

The Cold Ancestor was amused to anger.

Does this ruler need the evaluation of an ant?

"This is one of the Holy Ancestor’s three weapons, the Extinguishing Path Profound Ruler, capable of extinguishing the Great Path’s myriad methods, able to shatter the Ancestor God’s physique." Yuegong Qi sneered, "You can’t withstand it!"

The Divine clearly hadn’t finished speaking. After hearing the introduction of the Profound Ruler, He looked at the newcomer, shaking His head in denial:

"The person, no."

Yuegong Qi’s eyelid twitched violently, but he didn’t hasten to act again.

In the first clash earlier, He had used the newly birthed power of Cold Ancestor, perhaps hindered by its nascent nature, which led to some hardship.

In the second clash, He employed the Holy Ancestor’s power, but unexpectedly, the power in the Source Crystal could withstand this person’s attack, while His own physique suffered some backlash.

How could this reckless person possess such power?

His outburst could rival the power of the Source Crystal?

This person wasn’t an Ancestral God, yet his power was already like this. Isn’t the path of ancient martial arts supposed to be in decline? Why did such a freak emerge?

Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!

Three piercing sounds drifted from the north.

Soon three figures settled in the void, and these three faces incited a stir in the five regions.

"Gu Qingyi, Xiao Wanfeng, Lei Shuangxing?"

"Weren’t they in the sword tower, summoned by the Sword Ancestor!"

"Have they returned from cultivation? But how dare they intervene in this Ancestral God battlefield, are they lunatics who gave up swords, this is the Divine!"

The three stood firm.

The Divine gazed at these three youthful figures, pondered briefly, then asked: "For whom do you come?"

The three remained silent, each holding a sword, staring at the Divine.

The Divine understood their intentions, His gaze fell on the swords in their hands, seeing the characters "Ire," "Saha," and "Endurance," He chuckled:

Great, again it’s the person not measuring up, bringing a Divine Instrument.

"Amitabha."

A golden light descended from the west, a big-bellied monk draped in a red kasaya appeared, also forming a surrounding stance, directing his attention to the Divine.

"Who is this again?"

The five regions were puzzled, they truly didn’t recognize this monk.

With no choice, the Divine turned around, His gaze suddenly fixed, murmuring softly: "Senior Brother..."

"Amitabha."

"Stop with the amitabha, did you come for me too?" the Divine inquired.

"Not so." The big-bellied monk shook his head: "I came to clear the Demon Barrier."

"Who is the Demon Barrier?"

"Thou, are the Demon Barrier."