I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3112: Chapter 1598: A Shift in the Six Dao Qiongcang, Heavenly Mechanism Loading the Buddha Sword Immortal
 

Before his eyes, a blur, and the scenery began to change.

Just a moment ago, the Fate Temple had been a mere plaque, but in the next breath, the surrounding space collapsed, evolving into a boundless dark world.

Majestic high walls stood erect, constructing a complicated network of paths wide enough for giants to pass through, built in the architectural style resembling the lightless First Hall of Sins on Abyss Island.

Yet, the surfaces of these high walls and passages were covered in black, winding branches, intricate and twisted, confusing the mind.

Direction?

The interior of the Fate Temple, so vast it resembled a labyrinth, was blurred by the branches covering various features and landmarks.

For newcomers, not to mention directions, they couldn’t even distinguish the walls from other places.

Not to speak of being vigilant of the strange characteristics of the Fate Temple itself, and the myriad hazards potentially hidden within these dense branches of the ancestral tree.

“Giggle giggle giggle…”

As soon as his consciousness sank into this world, the crisp laughter of wind chimes rang by his ear, evoking an infinite sense of beauty and momentarily immersing him in memories illuminated by moonlight.

What a pity.

The moonlight of Dao Qiongcang was not a real person, but rather the first time he witnessed a chunk of metal cobbled together by his hands crying out “Mama.”

He had already “killed” his own vision of moonlight.

In his mind were also appearances like “Liberated State: Moonlight,” “Six Paths: Moonlight,” warmer and more affectionate versions, and many lower and higher substitutes.

What newcomers could never replace…indeed correct, but for Dao Qiongcang, the concept was nonexistent, as his moonlight had undergone millions of updates and had long since turned dark.

What’s there to miss in a mere half-finished chunk of metal?

“Great Purification Technique, shatter!”

At a thought, Dao Qiongcang stepped out of the control of that soul and consciousness.

Yet his brain deduced the behavior a normal person would have under such control. His gaze softened, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly.

“Mmm~”

He let out a low moan.

The laughter lingering by his ears then indulged itself, escalating from clear and pleasant to a myriad of seductive tones, moving from the prelude to a climax, outlining a charm that captivated the soul:

“My lord, I have awaited you with such hardship~”

With that statement, the ancestral tree branches that spread across the high walls and ground suddenly emitted a faint purple fog of the evil god’s power, at the same time generating an intangible and insubstantial wave of life.

Dual forces converged, morphed forms, creeping stealthily into a person’s spirit and will with irresistible momentum.

In Dao Qiongcang’s mind emerged countless bubbles with amorous hues, and sheer, translucent veils half-concealed the view. Behind those bubbles and veils, clothed in tatters, a wondrous lady danced gracefully, revealing indulgent glimpses designed to tease the heart.

“Drip drip drip!”

The alarm sounded timely.

It was apparent that even if Dao Qiongcang was not susceptible to such tactics, the Illusion power of the Di Ying Holy Plant was a hard control, forcibly stirring up innate human reproductive desires.

But this hard control seemed unsolvable for outsiders, and even if they were consciously trying to stay awake, they couldn’t help but want to immerse themselves in these illusions to probe further.

However, to Dao Qiongcang, it was a different story:

“Flesh is but a painted skeleton.”

“Pity you don’t understand the art of The Way of the Heavens. You fail to see that for me, the highest form of temptation isn’t reproduction, but the Heavenly Mechanism Ascension.”

A look of disappointment flashed in Dao Qiongcang’s eyes.

If I became a God through The Way of the Heavens, even chickens and dogs would achieve Dao, and the entire Southern Region would transcend. How could that compare to mere fleshly desires for offspring?

With a push of his heart energy, he tore apart the fantasy realm.

Struggling to spy a glimpse of the true essence of The Way of the Heavens from the perspective of the ancestral tree, Dao Qiongcang’s lips unintentionally dribbled, and he muttered sounds typical of a delusional fantasy:

“Hehe, hehehe…”

…

How can mortals compare to a true Saint?

For Di Ying Holy Plant, seeing the demi-saint Dao Qiongcang taken control of with just a few words at the Saint Stage level was nothing unusual.

She swallowed so many semi-saint personages in the First Heaven.

Not to say all, but almost eighty to ninety percent perished by her hand, and their will might well have already fallen out of the Saint Stage.

In the experiences of those demi-saints, the first half of their struggles might have been brilliant.@@novelbin@@

But after achieving sanctification, each squandered their time, wasted great years and energy.

Under the invisible corrosion of secular matters, they adorned themselves with external objects, artificially inflating their combat strength, essentially drowning in various desires.

Having fallen into the abyss of suffering, how could they talk of transcendence?

Whether desire for flesh, power, possessions, or kin…

Even if one or two still harbored a struggle to ascend, under the overwhelming trend, their upward thoughts were exceedingly weaker than their other Seven Emotions and Six Desires.

Such castles in the air, with only minimal influence needed, could be easily collapsed, and hence the Di Ying Holy Plant had taken down many demi-saints.

This “Dao Qiongcang,” in the memories of other saints, was strong in manipulating behind the scenes, and almost no one had seen his “formal” direct action.

He was assumed to be nothing more than a strategist, a scheming demi-saint with weak combat strength.

There were facts to prove it:

One, initially in the First Heavens, this saint broke free from the influence and never entered his nascent Divine Palace – his “Intent” path so specialized, his “Combat” path could not be as strong as The Divine.

Two, when following the Cursed Yin Evil God from the Thirty Third Heavens to the lower realms, he did not exert any force, indeed not showing front-line combat strength, his defense was so weak that he was directly smashed into powder by the Evil Divine.

Although it was unknown how he regenerated, after all demi-saints generally have some trump cards, these…all were insignificant!

It can be said, the various nauseating behaviors exhibited by Dao Qiongcang after being hit were all within the expectations of the Di Ying Holy Plant.