I Am Loaded with Passive Skills Chapter 2987 - 1556: Dual Sanctification in the Eighteen Hea

Chapter 2987: Chapter 1556: Dual Sanctification in the Eighteen Heavens, Unrestrained Killing Intent

Rumbling…

The distant sounds of saint calamity no longer garnered much attention.

At Fate Temple headquarters, many from the Higher Void State remained steadfast in their duties, not daring to leave the surroundings of the signboard.

“It’s ti to send the communication, Xiao Gao, you do it,” soone said, keeping an eye on the ti.

“Mad Emperor unable to receive, Eight Annoying Divine Fish… Alright, I’ve sent the passphrase, but still no reply from the communication bead.”

“Sigh, who knows if it’s normal not to get a response, or if they have already…”

“Pah, pah, watch your words, that’s the communication bead we’re talking about.”

“Ahaha!” The old man who misspoke scratched his head and awkwardly changed the subject, “How did Demi-Saint Hua Yuan know how to get in there when we clearly didn’t see or say anything?”

“That’s a Demi-Saint, you’re trying to guess a demi-saint’s thoughts? Think you can fathom them?”

“Demi-saint…”

That comnt sent quite a few into deep thought; soone sighed, “Actually, we’re all just half a step away, aren’t we?”

The atmosphere fell quiet for a mont, a somber shade crossing everyone’s faces.

Hadn’t they all dread?

Between a Higher Void practitioner and demi-saint, isn’t it just a half-step difference?

But that half-step represents the heavenly chasm that one’s whole life may never be able to bridge—Semi-Saint Position!

In their youth, everyone had dreams, thinking that with one bold struggle, they could possibly earn a Semi-Saint Position, even if just barely.

Now in a blink of an eye, they realize that years have been squandered, stuck in the Higher Void State for decades or even centuries, achieving nothing significant.

Dreams are like carrots dangled in front of donkeys, eternally out of reach.

Once settled in comfort, with no thought for change or daring to beco a transcendent, that’s how life remains.

“Stop feeling nostalgic!”

Soon soone spoke up with a laugh, pointing to the distant calamity cloud, “Soone else is trying to achieve sanctification, a Fire Saint… If you think about it, you could all rush forward just like him.”

“Us? How could we possibly?”

The others ca back to their senses one by one, shaking their heads and smiling bitterly.

Here, they were all old n, past the ti for spring sadness and autumn sorrow, so how could they easily be emotionally swayed again?

Now, as they looked at the Sealing Saint calamity cloud, what they saw wasn’t the opportunity they had longed for all their lives but an enormous risk of death!

The Divine Relics had been open for so ti now. Even back in the First Heavens, people were achieving sanctification from ti to ti.

Initially, everyone rushed forward to join the excitent, wishing to observe the process of sanctification and learn so experience for future ergencies.

Little did they think, they were all deluded drears.

Without even finding a Semi-Saint Position, they sought what they thought could serve as substitutes—treasures—and began to transcend the tribulation.

And the result?

Naturally, they perished, one by one.

With the Divine Relics open for so long, there was only one successful case of sanctification.

Back then, there were even fewer observers, and that person didn’t even find the Sealing Saint opportunity inside the relics but brought in a Semi-Saint Position from outside.

Saint Servant, Cen Qiaofu!

“Counting this one, I’ve witnessed twenty-eight attempts to transcend the tribulation. That ans the twenty-seventh overly hopeful soul from the Higher Void State is about to be born.”

“Ah, wrong, even the soul will dissolve.”

As everyone gazed toward the distant saint calamity, the envy in their eyes was hard to endure.

The step they dared not take, soone else took.

Even if the outco was failure, the courage was admirable, yet paradoxically, they were reluctant to see others succeed.

Thus, envy and admiration eventually turned into sour jealousy.

“There are always those who dream big dreams of flying up to beco a phoenix.”

“And only when they fall and bleed do they know regret, but by then it’s too late.”

So had a different opinion:

“That fire calamity seems quite intense; the one transcending it now doesn’t seem to be just any Higher Void practitioner?”

“Who among those who have achieved Higher Void State could be ordinary? No matter how strong his saint calamity is, could it be supre saint calamity? I’ve seen the Water Ghost transcend the tribulation myself!”

That claim turned saint calamities less impressive; everyone looked over and soone laughed, “So, what do you think, compared to Water Ghost’s supre saint calamity, how does this one stack up?”

“No comparison. That one is an Upanishad demi-saint!”

“But this one isn’t weak either; I think it’s many tis stronger than other calamities transcended by Higher Void practitioners… and this is just the aura we feel from this distance, it must be even stronger on-site.”

“…”

“See, Mr. Tan has nothing to say. I told you this saint calamity was unusual; it really seems to have sothing.”

As everyone looked back at the saint calamity, they couldn’t help but note its strength.

Not much could be seen from such a distance, but the aura felt was not sothing any ordinary person could invoke.

“Old Tan, you’ve seen the Water Ghost’s sanctification; co on, rate this calamity, out of ten.”

“I… indeed, now that you ntion it, by aura alone, it does not seem inferior to the supre saint calamity.”

“What? You’re serious? I was just joking!”

“But it also depends on the situation,” Tan explained quickly, “The Water Ghost was at Sky City back then; the rules there can’t compare to those of the Divine Relics here…”

“Right, Divine Relics are a higher tier, their saint calamities stronger; even if this fire calamity seems strong, it might be just average if done on Shengshen Continent.”

Old Tan looked worried: “Maybe…”

All at once, he felt a familiar fierce and domineering aura from the fire-type saint calamity—why did it seem familiar?

But before he could voice his doubt, the ground shook, and an imnse Holy Energy pressed down upon them.