I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

In the surging Water of Oblivion, a towering dark blue to almost black flesh wall "mountain" emerged, so high it seemed unending, blocking out the sky and the sun.

The "mountain" was speckled, each speck as large as half the Central Yuan world, and the folds between its skin and flesh were like unfathomable ravines under the deep sea.

The mountain itself was covered with colossal shells, algae, corals, all deep-sea creatures, yet in comparison to the behemoth itself, they are insignificant. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

But to a human, its size is enormous!

Its size made Bazhun’an appear as insignificant as a drop in the ocean before it, even with the Holy Emperor’s power, Void Ancestor Transformation power, and the Ancestral God’s power...

Under such a massive form, one can’t help but doubt, could it truly inflict any harm?

The "mountain" didn’t seem to have emerged from the River of Oblivion.

If the River of Oblivion cutting through heaven and earth was a curtain, the "mountain" seemed to have come from an extradimensional space.

And with the melodious call of Kun, it rapidly crashed out, its full form still unseen, revealing only a "small half" of its head after a long while.

"Is this... Kunpeng?!"

The cultivators of the five regions almost collectively fell into a phobia of large creatures.

The key point is that many people had caught a fleeting glimpse of this creature half a year ago, very similar to the Kunpeng that ascended the Stairway to Heaven in the Southern Underworld to become a semi-saint.

"Holy Emperor’s pressure, Kunpeng’s form..."

"Could it be that he is the Kun Peng God, Elder Yu, Yu Kunpeng!"

The immense phantom that charged into the Stairway to Heaven half a year ago, ascending straight to the Holy Emperor’s secret realm, left an indelible impression on too many.

Thereafter, there was no news.

Today, it appears again, in the form of a Saint Emperor’s yin soul puppet, under Hua Changdeng’s Spirits Controlling trick-like sword.

Doesn’t this represent that after the Stairway to Heaven, the Kun Peng God was slain by Hua Changdeng, with even its soul captured and enslaved?

Half a year ago, Hua Changdeng was just a Holy Emperor...

Holy Emperor fights Holy Emperor, Elder Yu’s end is this tragic?

Screech—

Amidst the shock of the five regions, the cleansing Kun cry suddenly mutated into a sharp scream, tearing open the space in all directions, almost overturning the entire Ghost-Buddha Realm.

"Ah!"

Immediately, chaos ensued, from humans and horses, screams unceasing.

Mountains flooded and roared, earth quaked and heavens shook.

Before the gigantic Kun Beast, Bazhun’an could only retreat. How could mere human flesh resist a direct impact from the Holy Emperor Kunpeng’s body?

He retreated, again and again, needing to stabilize Great Dream Millennium, yet without making any other moves, under the tearing of the sonic change, his form was flung away on the spot.

In half-space, muscles tearing, eyeballs cracking, the surface of the Indestructible Sword Body instantly riddled with countless cracks.

"Puff!"

Blood sprayed across the sky.

His shattered sword cognition, mixed with chaotic energies of various sorts, seeped from the cracked skin.

Bazhun’an’s status plummeted to the bottom.

The Kun Beast had not ceased its assault!

When it emerged fully from the curtain of the River of Oblivion with its colossal beast head, "feathers" rapidly climbed out from the "mountain wall," each as large as a giant sword capable of cleaving land and sea.

A fierce wind swept up, pushing straight to the clouds and sky.

The curtain of the River of Oblivion shattered as the roc spread its wings.

When the black-golden wings swept up over the Ghost-Buddha Realm, those mountains, rocks, trees, and people rooted in the earth...

Instantly insignificant, all flung into the air.

The world seemed disordered, leaving only "disaster" in the visual frame.

The scattered people throughout the Ghost-Buddha Realm, disordered in midair, limbs dismembered could be seen everywhere, blood dyeing the snow river.

Screens from various sects fluttered, losing complete control; even the owners of those screens couldn’t protect themselves, let alone continue to transmit the path?

If someone from the highest sky in the Southern Region looked down, they would see the shadow of the golden roc obscuring the Central Region, spreading its wings over the Nine Heavens above the Ghost-Buddha Realm.

The tempest stirred by the roc leaving the sea was no less than the world-destroying tornado of Qingfeng’s Heavenly Unravel, affecting even the entirety of the Central Region.

"Kunpeng..."

Bazhun’an naturally recognized who this figure was.

Today’s Kunpeng, though a yin soul puppet under Spirits Controlling trickery, its power was even greater.

It not only retained the Holy Emperor’s high-grade body and combat power, nearly reaching the Void Ancestor level when exerted.

It was evidently refined by Hua Changdeng over time, granted with an imposing and pure Aura of the God of Death, and was spiritually connected, controlling it like an extension of his own body.

Hua Changdeng must have prepared this strongest yin soul puppet long in advance!

Moreover, the Holy Emperor Kunpeng raiding Wurao’s secret realm, the impact of the Holy Emperor position it brought to each sect, and how the spoils of the battle would be divided, were secondary.

The puppet refined from the Kunpeng’s body was the most precious treasure.

In today’s normal circumstances, the only puppet physique that could compare is probably the Divine Shedding left by Hua Changdeng when he achieved Godhood-Sealing and Ancestor status!

"Bazhun’an, this ancestor already gave you a chance."

In Great Dream Millennium, Hua Changdeng took offensive tactics to defend, achieving perfect effect.

The Kunpeng refined under the identity of the Lord of Phantom City had long replaced the former generals of Phantom City by the Ghost Ancestor, becoming the new strongest yin soul puppet.

Otherwise, previously, He had no need or dared not send various generals under the command of the Ghost Ancestor to their deaths in a simple and crude manner of removing the branding of the Aura of the God of Death, one by one.

Now with the Kunpeng’s assault, caught unprepared, it was enough to deal a lethal blow to at least two of Bazhun’an’s Body, Spirit, and Will.

Bazhun’an certainly could defend.

He should still have the strength to survive under Kunpeng’s power, protecting portions of his Body and Spirit.

But if he retreats, if his mind divides, Great Dream Millennium would surely break.

If the sword of profoundness breaks, even if Bazhun’an protects himself, would he still have a chance to recover?

"No chance left!"