I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3621: Chapter 1765: Conch Binding Technique and the Elusive Barrier of Three Heavens; Heart Punishment Technique, Unpredictable Godhood (Part 2)

The large hand clenched violently.

Clearly, it was intent on crushing the doll, aiming to release the Cursed Yin, causing the hearts of the five regions to skip a beat.

Just then, an unexpected change occurred.

"Conch Binding Technique!"

A loud shout echoed as the Holy Emperor Fengtian emerged from the cracked form beneath Hallmaster Dao, suddenly solidifying into the upper half.

It was no longer a human form, but rather two gigantic conch shells.

Two grey-white conch shells containing sealing power clapped together ominously, trapping Hallmaster Dao firmly between them.

Only his head was exposed.

And his hand that hesitated to crush the Cursed Yin puppet.

"Oh?"

His whole body powerless and unable to move, yet Hallmaster Dao remained composed in the crisis.

The person casting this technique from below was clearly the Holy Emperor. As he bowed his head to look down, his expression remained calm, and he even spoke:

"Feng Yujin, are you sure you want to make a move against this hall?"

A single sentence shocked the five regions.

Obviously, there was a story between the two.

Feng Zhongzui’s ear twitched slightly, as if he had gained some insight, and he loudly proclaimed:

"You all might not know this, but after being banished to Abyss Island, the Holy Divine Palace has repeatedly conducted purges and suppressions against the Holy Emperor Fengtian."

"This is an irregular ghost beast cleansing activity, releasing part of the Inner Island’s ghost beasts to the Outer Island, or in other forms I don’t know..."

"In short, life on the Inner Island hasn’t been easy for the Holy Emperor Fengtian, particularly during Hallmaster Dao’s thirty-year reign."

At this, Feng Zhongzui paused, hesitant.

The five regions were even more bewildered—wasn’t this the perfect opportunity for revenge?

If one were the Holy Emperor Fengtian, wouldn’t they seize this golden chance, chop Hallmaster Dao up and feed him to the fishes to vent anger?

No!

It’s not like that!

Feng Zhongzui quickly understood the Holy Emperor Fengtian’s mindset, murmuring:

"To dare or not to dare, it’s up for debate..."

...

Indeed, Feng Yujin hesitated at that moment.

Were the person in front just an ordinary man, regardless of past grudges, given the chance, a single slap would send his head flying.

But he was no longer young.

The blood within him no longer ran hot.

Since leaving Abyss Island, he had grown too lazy even to follow Bazhun’an’s plans, preferring to reap benefits from the confusion and enjoy life in the mundane world.

If it weren’t absolutely necessary, he wouldn’t bother to be Xu Xiaoshou’s guard, lending a hand occasionally—and even then, he stole moments of leisure.

Lately, he had developed an idea of "raising a daughter": nurturing his host Mo Mo, teaching her to care about things, so she wouldn’t remain indifferent to everything.

This was one of the few things over thousands of years that Feng Yujin found interesting again.

An old man’s mindset is, of course, entirely different from when he was young. If one were to ask the thirty-year-old Feng Yujin:

"Can you beat the Ten High Nobles?"

Feng Yujin would first stomp forward and then, coldly sneering at the head underfoot, say, "And you call yourself a Ten High Noble?"

Forget the Ten High Nobles!

Even if the Cursed Yin revived, how capable could a freshly revived Ancestral God be?

Feng Yujin felt he could sacrifice something, forcefully reaching such realms, and might which stand a chance.

But that was when he was the young and reckless thirty-year-old.

As a heart grows older, many things become less appealing to pursue, and more factors are considered before taking action.

For example, Dao Qiongcang isn’t just Dao Qiongcang—he has the entire Qianshi Emperor Realm behind him.

Even without these considerations, the man himself is hard to kill.

Better to evade than provoke; once roused, the aftermath could be perpetual.

Even if he feared nothing for himself, what if this Dao Dog targeted Mo Mo—could Xu Xiaoshou protect her once, could he protect her forever?

"I..."

A single "Conch Binding Technique" seemed to trap Dao Qiongcang, but in reality, it locked Feng Yujin into a fraught cage.

Feng Yujin regretted it.

At this moment, what was he fighting for?

The Windcloud Competition might be lost; the Tianxuan Gate could fail; the White Cave could be defeated...

Dongtianwang City dared to slack off, abstain from Abyss Island, the Divine Relics further hidden away...

Why, at this crucial juncture, should he stand tall for this moment?

How could he boast so shamelessly, daring to say, "If I’m alive, she lives; if I die, she dies?"

When the Cursed Yin puppet was taken, wasn’t it the best time to feign death—why employ the "Conch Binding Technique" and enter a state of choice?

"I..."

Under Dao Qiongcang’s lofty gaze, Feng Yujin couldn’t even utter the words "this Emperor," muttering "I" twice without voicing.

Saint Emperors and Saint Emperors are indeed born different.

Some are born atop the Stairway to Heaven, bathed lifelong in Holy Light and auspicious fortunes.

Some are born with a servile nature, survival alone being insurmountably challenging.

"Tired."

Feng Yujin felt the weariness in his heart.

He knew, in this moment, the whole world was watching him!

Including Xu Xiaoshou, who tasked him with escorting the Cursed Yin puppet to the Southern Underworld, clearly intending for him to stand and choose decisively now, one way or the other.

Including Dao Qiongcang, looking to see which path he would choose between Xu Dao’s group and the Holy Divine Palace.

Even including...

"Mo Mo?"

His heart stopped.

Feng Yujin realized why he acted so contrary to his usual self then.

He should have hidden again.

But he chose to stand out.

He endured for so many years, but today, he couldn’t face Mo Mo’s scornful eyes of the past.

"This Emperor’s life is a disgrace, leaving a foul name for ten thousand years, everyone tramples... "

Feng Yujin sighed with a heavy heart.

Suddenly, his eyes shone brightly, and a surge of killing intent erupted:

"But not now!"

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