I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 3429 - 1700: Daoist Helps Me Summon the Holy Ancestor, 1 Daughter Teams Up to Battle the War Saint Emperor

The trump card of Lord Shou, is it actually Hallmaster Dao?

Didn’t they just engage in a fierce battle at the Xu Yue Grey Palace in the Southern Region not long ago?

And now, they are friends again?

Speaking of which, what kind of friend would risk everything before the Cold Palace Holy Emperor for another?

How could Hallmaster Dao possibly agree to this?

This is clearly a frame-up plot!

"Lord Shou this..." Feng Zhongzui holding the Dao Imparting Mirror, could no longer comment, this seems too absurd.

Such an obvious setup, not to mention Hallmaster Dao wouldn’t fall for it, even if he did, he wouldn’t be able to win.

To take a step back, would the Cold Palace Holy Emperor be so easily trapped?

Would his choice be between Lord Shou and Hallmaster Dao?

Feng Zhongzui felt that if he were at the height of the Cold Palace Holy Emperor, no one could sway his decisions.

I want it all!

Unfortunately, Feng Zhongzui was not the Cold Palace Holy Emperor.

The position he currently occupied, couldn’t even catch the shadow of Lord Shou, much less fathom the true thoughts within Xu Xiaoshou’s heart?

When the Holy Light descended from the heavens, and slowly formed a hazy, illusory visage above Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe.

Xu Xiaoshou didn’t even harbor a trace of excess curiosity.

He didn’t even wish to wait for the Cold Palace Holy Emperor to manifest his incarnation, thought incarnation, or any other assorted avatars to descend with spiritual technique.

He had not the slightest intention of putting his skills to the test, after all, he was still a rookie who could not even defeat Ai Cangsheng.

He swiftly threw Ah Si towards the Apricot Realm, sent a telepathic communication with the Spirit Rhinoceros Technique to Elder Dao the Flamboyant saying "Take care," and then, facing the light and the five regions, opened his arms:

"Ah~"

"World, forget me..."

...

"Uh?"

His form descended to the Southern Underworld.

Dao Qiongcang’s emotions surged.

He had been inwardly cursing at someone a moment before, thinking that is how it should have been.

But in an instant, he lost the object of his wrath.

He found himself like a fish drifting in the shallow waters of the Southern Underworld, forgetting what had angered him just moments before.

"Beep beep beep..."

An alarm echoed in his mind, tracing back to a conclusion, but it yielded a name that seemed utterly baffling:

"Xu Xiaoshou."

Who is Xu Xiaoshou? freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Just as such thoughts barely flickered, Dao Qiongcang’s hand involuntarily turned, revealing a jade scroll.

At the same time, his second brain sent a message:

"’Xu·Xia·Shou Information Brief,’ no matter how urgent the current situation, you must read it immediately!"

What on earth?

Even the name is spaced out, to avoid piecing together and triggering anomalies?

So meticulous... Dao Qiongcang keenly realized that he must have been under an exceptionally strong influence of forgetfulness guidance.

But who could surpass him in the Path of Oblivion and the Path of Guidance, with a comprehension of the memory path at a super Taoization level, to influence him?

And who could be so forgetful on the Path of Memory that they needed to prepare so many back-up plans to awaken memories in the most primitive way when forgetfulness triggers?

"Xu Xiaoshou..."

Dao Qiongcang murmured, finding it somewhat amusing.

Could this Xu Xiaoshou possibly be stronger than the Ten High Nobles?

He pressed the jade scroll against his forehead, and just as the saint’s will swept through it, a faint voice echoed from afar in the sky:

"Dao... Qiong... Cang!"

This direct invocation of the saint’s name awakened everything related to "Xu Xiaoshou" that had been severed in that brief moment.

Dao Qiongcang suddenly recalled, at this moment, his main enemy shouldn’t be Xu Xiaoshou, but the Cold Palace Holy Emperor.

"Damn it!"

"Who the heck is this Xu Xiaoshou to toy with me like this!"

It was only then that Dao Qiongcang remembered he was halfway fleeing for his life, running to this place, only to be interrupted by his own pre-set mechanisms.

Of course, he dared not ignore the warnings he had set for himself before falling under the influence of forgetfulness guidance. Dao Qiongcang knew how cautious he was.

The fact that he had to seek out his memory in such a roundabout way illustrated the gravity of the situation.

He used his second brain to examine the information within the jade scroll about Xu Xiaoshou.

Simultaneously, he quickly verified why his first decision, amid the crisis, had been to come to the Southern Underworld.

Southern Underworld, the heavenly lake, can aid me!

"Cold Palace Holy Emperor, wait, I am a good person!"

Dao Qiongcang dashed into the Southern Underworld, rapidly fleeing towards the deep sea, so flustered that he even uttered the unbelievable phrase "I am a good person".

His pre-thought excuse was that he was merely temporarily leaving the sacred mountain, going undercover in the Southern Region, but essentially still part of the Qianshi Emperor Realm, his heart belonging to the five great aristocratic families of the Holy Emperor, aiming to maintain amicable relations with the Cold Palace Emperor Realm.

No time!

There was simply no time for such nonsense!

"I am the first Walking Envoy under Qianshi, second only to Dao Xuanji after the defeat of the formation."

"Cold Palace Holy Emperor, please grant me a chance to speak, do not act hastily to harm the relations between our factions."

The deep sea’s waves exploded as Dao Qiongcang’s saint’s will rose in a mass, echoing into the sky, his voice trembling, yet striving to communicate.

He believed firmly that the Cold Palace Holy Emperor would not perceive this as a threat.

Because, in the eyes of those in high positions, considerations differ greatly from those of lower positions.

In contrast to the matters of "Godhood-Sealing and Ancestor" and "dividing the Wu Rao Emperor Realm," no matter how noticeable he was within the five regions, in the eyes of the Cold Palace Holy Emperor, he was still just a small shrimp in the Southern Underworld, posing no threat.

Dao Qiongcang, for the first time, spoke thus without even glimpsing his enemy.

One can imagine how seriously he regarded the Cold Palace Holy Emperor.

The Cold Palace Holy Emperor, however, offered no response, which, of course, was a tacit approval.