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I Am Loaded with Passive Skills (Web Novel) - Chapter 4032: Pinnacle 3
Chapter 4032: Pinnacle 3
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"Therefore, this sword, this final sword, Brother Hua, you dare not draw it, nor dare you to cut me.""After the mystery of the two swords, ’Bazhun’an’ has become the Present Gods and Buddhas for you, the greatest obsession and nightmare of your life."
"One sword, Wisdom is Emptiness, can remove my intent."
"Yet the nightmare in your heart will also awaken in place, to cut me, or to cut ’me’, two paths..."
Bazhun’an said word by word: "Hua Changdeng, you dare not!"
A tactic of provocation?
Decisively a tactic of provocation!
But after the mystery of the two swords, facing Bazhun’an who is left with only residual intent yet still extremely arrogant, who can ensure...
What he said, is all void?
If indeed one sword of Wisdom is Emptiness is slashed out, Bazhun’an breaks and then rises, godhood is sealed on the spot; combine two into one, or even return to zero, what will happen then?
Ten thousand pairs of eyes focus on Hua Changdeng.
The focus of the entire world falls upon the choice of the Ghost Hunter.
There are those like Yue Gongnu, silently praying "to end here," those like Gou Wuyue, standing aloof waiting for the "true meaning of the sword," and those like the Demon Ancestor, Cursed Yin, with endless expectations, just wishing for a glimpse of "the winds of change again"...
...
"Tick-tock."
Heart Lake, a drop of sweat falls.
The ripples of the Unyielding Sword Chant rise from Lingyu, instantly resonating through the five regions.
"Bazhun’an!"
"You! Cannot! Be!"
Hua Changdeng roared with a tear, drawing the Ghost-hunting Sword from the Heart Lake.
Sword Will tears space, exiling the world within ten thousand miles like a tablecloth being torn apart, power converging into the sword body of the Ghost-hunting Sword.
"Heart Sword Technique·Wisdom is Emptiness."
Hua Changdeng swung his sword horizontally, the ghostly blue sword light slashing out from in front of him, affecting thousands of miles.
Ah!
In the high sky of Lingyu, the flying snow is cleared away.
The face of Bazhun’an, who had no intention to resist at all, exploded into a sky of flying silver flowers, scattered across the sky as the sword light swept past.
"No..."
Yue Gongnu covered her red lips, her tearful eyes in Saha.
Whether breaking and then rising was successful, she couldn’t see.
All she saw was the unchanging outcome: it could not be salvaged...
...
"Hahahahaha!"
One sword slashes away Bazhun’an.
The Body, Spirit, and Will all vanished, leaving no chance for a comeback.
With the Inner demons removed, Hua Changdeng was bathed in a miraculous glow, permeating his whole body.
He didn’t hesitate for a second, rotating his arm to flip the Ghost-hunting Sword into its scabbard at his waist, then closing his eyes immediately.
"Buzz!"
Sweeping path energy surged out.
Around Hua Changdeng, thousands of scenes flashed by.
There was the Yunshan Emperor realm of his childhood when he first sought the path, the defeat of all opponents when he left the mountain with his saber, the battle of Sword Deity Hua under Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, and the Land of Screen and Candles where he retired...
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, brilliance bursting forth, and his Dao heart was clear.
He stood up.
Taking a step forward.
The Ghost-hunting Sword swept out from the scabbard, hovering overhead, reuniting the Three Flowers.
Around him, the Three Swords of the Sword Demon whirled, one ascended to the sky, one entered the earth, one broke the void, circling back like a swallow returning, stabbing through his throat and merging into him.
"The Hidden Sword for over thirty years..."
Hua Changdeng took another step, a Way of the Sword Power Upanishad Formation unfurling beneath his feet.
Not only the Phantom Swords Technique, but each module within was shining with divine path patterns; clearly, all Nine Major Sword Techniques, advancing simultaneously, belonged to the Phantom Swords Technique being the greatest, and not specializing only in Phantom Swords Technique!
At this moment, Heaven, Earth, and Human, the three sword lights resonated with the Way of the Sword Power Upanishad Formation beneath his feet.
Dao becomes one, returning to self.
Hua Changdeng’s clothes fluttered as he raised his voice to shout:
"With no desire and disregard for return, use the Heart Sword one to unite the three talents, seek the real and virtual Dharma Form in the rootless Phantom Beast."
"This sword, intent returns to heaven, spirit returns to earth, body returns to person, the three paths become one, Sword Demon opens all."
He reached out his hand.
The Ghost-hunting Sword swept into his palm from above.
The famed sword, restored from dust, became clear and bright.
"Ghost-hunting Sword·Heavenly Unravel!"
A resounding sword chant, Hua Changdeng stood oblique with his sword.
The Power of Divinity around him regenerated, instantly encompassing the five regions, locking, exiling, and placing the entire world within a new divine palace.
"Dao becomes!"
With a rumbling sound, the tribulation sound resounded from above, yet no Tribulation Thunder descended.
Virtualize the Shengshen Continent, devour the divine palace of Yin Cao, nurturing the rootless Phantom Beast—once the self-divine palace "rootless Phantom Beast" emerged, Hua Changdeng re-entered the Ancestral God Realm!
...
And at this moment...
Bazhun’an indeed still had a breath left.
The place where the residual intent was swept away, the Sword Me condensed out of thin air.
That seemed like a past figure walking out from the river of time, white-clothed as before, full of youthful vigor, the arrogance between his brows not yet worn down by time, like an eagle soaring through the sky, eyes full of wild and unruly pride.
However...
The rootless Phantom Beast, sealed off the five regions.
The Three Swords of the Sword Demon, cutting off the retreat.
Under the gaze of Brother Hua, Bazhun’an Jianwo clearly appeared as insignificant as an ant!
