I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3157: Chapter 1613: The Wine-pouring Barefoot Boy in White, Rao Wangze, the Divine Throne Occupied Solely by Cursed Yin
 

The atmosphere in the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion had become somewhat dire.

Long ago, Kong Yuhen had already completed the wooden carving of his Are you kidding.

After all, there comes a time when even procrastinated matters must conclude.

Surely now there was no reason to keep guests any longer?

Wangze Holy Emperor believed he had given sufficient face to the mysterious Kong Yuhen, having spent a long, long time in Ancient and Modern Worry Tower. He naturally did not hope that after matters concluded, the other party would still be overreaching.

Kong Yuhen truly wasn’t that sort of person.

A helping hand was merely offered without needing to go to the lengths of sending Buddha to the West.

But not keeping the guests any longer certainly did not mean that the only option left was to “see the guest off.”

Kong Yuhen said nothing, simply using the power of the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion to connect with the outside world, allowing the two of them to witness the events unfolding at the Divine Relics.

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou and his group had just entered the Galaxy Divine Court.

Within the Divine Punishment Pillar great array, Huang Quan saw demi-saints easily soul-cleaved, including Upanishad demi-saints.

Facing Cursed Yin, the Upanishad demi-saints couldn’t even scream out in agony, and the miserably affected included his own cost-effective ally Yue Gongli.

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Thus, Huang Quan sat even more upright on his little stool, as if the dangerous land of the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion had become his last refuge.

What Wangze Holy Emperor saw was the Holy Emperor Fengtian devoid of dignity. After repeated groveling and fruitless pleas for mercy, he became a source of energy supply for the Galaxy Divine Court.

To this, he responded with a smile.

“Fengtian, how can you compare with Wangze?”

Regardless of what others thought, Wangze Holy Emperor pondered as such.

He didn’t believe that if he went out, he would end up with the same fate as Holy Emperor Fengtian.

But, how much better could it get?

The Wangze Holy Emperor, who had been agitated for days in the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, felt for the first time that life should not always be moving forward, that upon finding an opportunity one needs to settle and reflect.

Sometimes sitting quietly does not mean retreating if one isn’t advancing against the current. After a great tide recedes and one is still on the shore not swept away, it is also a kind of success.

“Just wait!”

“It’s quite good too.”

As he waited, Wangze Holy Emperor felt somewhat fortunate that he had not struck at Kong Yuhen, so at the crucial moment, this person did not drive him out.

Admittedly, the future of the Wu Rao Emperor Realm, as the chief of a clan, was his greatest concern, but as a clan chief, can’t I sometimes consider only myself?

I’m tired too, you know!

Thereupon…

Silence was the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion tonight.

Anxiety nurtured in the endless wait.

“Divine Battle?”

After calming his mind and breathing for an indeterminate amount of time, upon witnessing the appearance of the Eye of Heavenly Ancestor, the Wangze Holy Emperor couldn’t help but ask.

It was his first time feeling that the Divine Relics were so out of control.

He had thought that personally entering the Arena for a mere future of the Wu Rao Emperor Realm would be using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, even if it involved massive preparations, at least he was fully confident.

Now, it seemed he might have been rash…

Was it also strenuous and thankless for an Emperor to step into the Arena?

How many years had Cursed Yin been plotting, yet he thought of negotiating terms and cooperation with Cursed Yin now that he had come, despite not having seen Ran Ming. Why not?

Was it as foolhardy as asking a tiger for its skin?

At best, this amounted to eagerly becoming someone else’s ghost!

No no no, perhaps that was undervaluing oneself. I am a Holy Emperor, and should not… Wangze Holy Emperor glanced towards Kong Yuhen, waiting for a response.

…

“Click, click, click…”

Kong Yuhen seemed indifferent to Are you kidding’s question, continuing with his new woodcarving without responding.

Or perhaps he couldn’t predict the direction of the Divine Battle, nor could he define whether the mutual verbal assault of the two great weakened Ancestral Gods could be considered a Divine Battle.

Peeping is not good.

It could reveal many minor flaws and secrets of people.

And to protect Xu Xiaoshou’s various methods and privacy, Kong Yuhen chose to turn off the projection, watching silently by himself.

He had been paying attention to Xu Xiaoshou.

And had subtly assisted the latter multiple times when he was in trouble.

Kong Yuhen highly valued this “guest from another world,” otherwise he wouldn’t have gifted the Time Ancestor Shadow Staff upon their first meeting.

As for the reason…

Kong Yuhen wasn’t quite clear himself.

Perhaps, he was one of the few people who could remember more about himself?

Waiting…

Still was the prolonged waiting…

In the anxiety of what felt like years dragging by, conversation ceased within the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, as if Kong Yuhen and Wangze Holy Emperor had both forgotten their initial intentions of one remaining and the other staying.

Not to mention Huang Quan, who was trying his best to make his presence feel less substantial, even making an effort to naturally tone down his “restraint.”

In this not too wide or narrow lower attic, what remained was the irritably constant sound of “click, click, click” of wood carving, echoing in one’s ears.

Very annoying.

Causing much anxiety.

But if it was only this, the unease could be smoothed over by time, itself also a kind of “forget sorrow” on another level.

Unfortunately.

What one fears the most, seems to always come knocking, doesn’t it?

…

“Creak~”

There was a wooden bell in the pavilion.

But no one knew for how long, when at some moment, the wooden door of the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion was pushed open.

“Who have you invited now?”

Wangze Holy Emperor’s eyes widened first towards Kong Yuhen.

However, what he saw was the latter stopping his carving and showing a slightly surprised look.

An unexpected guest!

Like the petrified Huang Quan, who also seemed to be imbued with life force at that moment, moved his eyes beneath the mask to glance at the wooden door’s entrance.

Completely empty!

The door had been pushed open.

But it seemed only air had entered.

In any case, he couldn’t see anyone.

But!

Why did it suddenly feel!

That the lower attic of the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, had become even more claustrophobic?

“My friend…”

Kong Yuhen gently set down the wood carving and carving knife in front of the tea table, stood up to pour tea for the opposite side, and then stretched out his hand to gesture: