High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 166 - 116: Riding the Wind Ninety Thousand, Stirring Scales Across the Sea (Double-Length)_2

Chapter 166: Chapter 116: Riding the Wind Ninety Thousand, Stirring Scales Across the Sea (Double-Length)_2

Only at this moment did Chen Kuang understand the meaning of "Sage."

The rules of heaven and earth cannot be controlled by humans.

But this tangible heaven and earth can be seized, held in the palm, and kneaded at will!

Chen Kuang finally understood why Donghuang and the ancestor of the Liang Kingdom fought in the sky back then.

If they fought on the ground, half of the Liang Kingdom would likely have been obliterated...

The Martial Saint hadn’t even made a proper move yet. Just a simple gesture could change the terrain for miles around!

"And this is just one Martial Saint... Five years later, a Donghuang Saint capable of annihilating stars will be chasing after me."

During this time, Chen Kuang had almost forgotten what he had to face. It was only at this moment that he clearly realized the immense pressure he was under.

He originally thought five years would be plenty, but now it seemed it might not be enough.

A cultivator who stands at the pinnacle of a High Martial World often only shows the tip of the iceberg.

However, this was exactly what Chen Kuang intended.

He wanted to see in advance how powerful a true Sage could be...

Given his current passive situation, how far could he go when facing a Sage directly?

Wen Si didn’t need Chen Kuang’s reminder; he immediately protected the entire small boat.

The waves and tides were precisely Wen Si’s domain. Although they contained the force of a Martial Saint’s punch, for Wen Si, who was already at the Profound Profound Realm, stopping it was not difficult.

"Splash!"

A massive black shadow suddenly appeared in the river, swiftly swimming into the overwhelming water wall. With just a flick, it reversed the direction of the giant wave, dispersing its strength and splitting it to both sides.

The enormous black shadow didn’t stop there but retreated, pushing the entire small boat towards the outer edge!

Chu Wen Ruo grabbed Su Huaiying, holding onto the cabin beside her, her gaze fixed ahead, eyes wide open.

Chen Kuang didn’t follow the boat but stepped forward as it retreated. Amidst the parting river waves, a white lotus gradually blossomed, supporting him on the tumultuous river surface.

Only a disheveled silhouette was left behind.

She was stunned, and shouted in panic, "Mr. Chen!!! Stop, take him with us!"

Su Huaiying couldn’t care about being exposed, stood up shakily, and looked incredulous:

"Is he... is he crazy? Does he really intend to confront a Martial Saint head-on?!"

Her pupils contracted, the faint blue glow in her eyes became more prominent. Due to emotional turbulence, it felt as if there was an unfathomable depth within.

She couldn’t believe that Chen Kuang would really choose this outcome.

Clearly, there was a chance to escape; now it’s as if he’s courting death!

Thinking of this, Su Huaiying fell silent again.

She took a deep breath.

Given Chen Kuang’s personality, it actually seemed possible...

In the Void Illusion Realm, she had witnessed Chen Kuang’s "suicide" countless times. Even though it was only within an illusion, having experienced it herself, she knew each death felt unimaginably real, enough to drive someone to despair.

At the beginning, she required a long time to adapt at the start of each cycle.

But Chen Kuang was different.

He hardly regarded his own life, casually restarting each time. He would quickly find a new target, enjoying himself immensely.

And now, perhaps, he had found a new target.

Su Huaiying’s heart tightened. Could it be that due to his extensive cycles with her in the illusion, Chen Kuang had developed a habit of not valuing his life?

The Little Princess suddenly felt restless and uneasy, pursing her lips, feeling a knot in her throat...

The conversation between Wen Si and Chen Kuang took place under Wen Si’s barrier.

Thus, these two ordinary people without cultivation couldn’t hear a thing.

But not just them; even Qing Cuo was no longer maintaining her cold demeanor, trying desperately to chase forward, nearly stumbling on the deck.

Wen Si shook his head, saying gravely, "If we take him with us, the entire boat would become a target. Only this way can I have the chance to take you to safety."

The boat moved quickly, riding the waves, reaching the shore in just a few breaths.

And Chen Kuang’s figure was already engulfed by the waves, no longer in sight.

Wen Si whispered, "While everyone’s attention is on him, I will take you to the Yang Kingdom."

Chu Wen Ruo took two steps back, suddenly sitting on the ground, her face full of sorrow, she murmured:

"He definitely won’t die. So many times, facing enemies so strong, with such high realms, he survived just fine."

"This time, he will definitely survive... right?"

She looked hopefully at Wen Si: "You’re Chen Kuang’s senior brother, you will definitely save him, won’t you?"

Qing Cuo had already calmed down, helping Chu Wen Ruo up, whispering: "Madam, this senior has already done his utmost. After all, that is the Martial Saint."

She lowered her eyes, gripping the hilt of her sword, her tone was calm yet extremely chilling: "If he dies... I can lie low for ten years to kill a disciple of a Martial Saint, naturally I can also lie low for a hundred or a thousand years to kill a Martial Saint."

Qing Cuo didn’t care whether she could do it or not; she would always just act.

Until she obtained a result, whether it was fulfilling her wish or dying in the process.

Wen Si sighed in his heart.

What sins has my junior brother committed...

Wen Si let out a long breath and said, "I am Chen Kuang’s senior brother, and I will of course do what I can to help him. However, the decisions he makes are not something I, as his senior brother, can interfere with."

"Just as everyone’s ’Dao’ needs to be found by themselves."

"However..."

Wen Si suddenly exhaled.

"My ’Dao’ can just happen to be lent to someone else."

Wen Si’s "Dao" is "Passage"!

To ferry others and oneself, to carry all things as a boat... to pass the Dao with one’s body!

Wen Si gazed into the surging river waters below, and spoke loudly:

"Junior brother, my ’Dao Realm’ can be lent for your use!"

As soon as the words fell.

From the rolling river, the massive black shadow broke through layer upon layer of water, leaping into the air!

Its body grew larger and larger, blocking out the sky and the sun!

Countless white water sprays splashed, with a myriad of silver waterfalls pouring down, revealing their true form cloaked in a hazy glow under the dark night.

"Moo——!!!!"

An ear-splitting, prolonged roar emanated from the throat of that massive creature, its gills moving as a large mass of water was sprayed out, fish scales shimmering with brilliant colors, its once menacing, bone-spiked back now smooth.

And Chen Kuang stood on this flat back, holding a zither, his eyes somewhat surprised as he gazed down.

Where there were fish fins before, there were now sprouted two pairs of wings, each a hundred feet long!

These snow-white wings emerged from the baptism of river water, and at their sudden flapping, a myriad of wild horses in the dust suddenly stilled, air currents swirled, lifting the slender body instantly into midair.

As the wings fell, they resembled clouds hanging in the sky, separating the clouds, bearing the blue heavens.

Chen Kuang finally found out what his senior brother actually was.

He was neither fish nor dragon.

But that Kunpeng soaring ninety thousand miles, vibrating scales across the seas, traversing three thousand li of water!

Chen Kuang took a deep breath, the long wind blew through, his clothes flapping, and a profound aura surrounded him, every move causing ripples of water around.

And these ripples subtly seemed to tear open a twist in space!

Wen Si’s "Dao Realm" had already been "passed" onto him.

Chen Kuang had a sudden realization.

"Passage"... is truly the transformation of space, this is Wen Si’s Dao.

Senior brother really gave me a lot of face!

Originally, Chen Kuang thought if he could withstand one move from the Martial Saint, he’d have considered it a win.

But now it seems, this ant of his might just bite back!

Standing on the back of this Kunpeng, Chen Kuang looked down at the cold figure with upraised eyes below, and a surge of pride rose in his heart.

Since senior brother has gone this far, he as the junior brother naturally cannot disgrace him!

Today, he must at least take something from the Martial Saint!

As Kunpeng’s wing flapping force dissipated, amidst its deafening calls, it began a downward dive.

Chen Kuang found it amusing, laughed aloud, and shouted:

"One day, the great Peng rises with the wind, soaring straight up ninety thousand li..."

"Even if the wind were to cease, it could still stir the waters of the vast sea!"

The voice echoed through the heavens, like drumbeats, striking at the hearts of all the cultivators watching!