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I Am Loaded with Passive Skills (Web Novel) - Chapter 4034: Qingju (Sword) Part 2
Chapter 4034: Qingju (Sword) Part 2
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The two swords reappear, with only the last vestiges of strength, how can the Eighth Sword Deity still turn the tide?But the anticipated "turnaround" didn’t occur at all.
Or rather, it never existed!
Bazhun’an Jianwo was still in the period of losing control after the last sword attack, his form uncontrollably floating upward.
He merely strained to extend his right hand again...
And then brought two fingers together, intending to resist...
"10 Sections of the Finger Sword?"
Everyone’s eyes nearly burst open.
At this moment, what use could the 10 Sections of the Finger Sword serve?
If he couldn’t block the last sword, what could stop these next two swords — perhaps using Bazhun’an’s indomitable will to play a ludicrous joke across the five regions?
Bang! Bang!
The Dao Chain surged.
The Dao Chain shattered.
The two swords hunted ghosts, one slicing through Bazhun’an’s head, another severing his lower limbs; when they intersected, they parted the void with a cross of spiritual waves, dazzlingly magnificent.
But...
What use is beauty?
The ancient swordsman never lacked the romance of creating beauty; each sword could become an art.
Now, that figure like a pronouncement of death formed a "cross," hanging over the fading final afterimage of Bazhun’an Jianwo.
A bold prison!
The deepest shackle!
It not only shattered Bazhun’an Jianwo’s last bit of power but also doused the newborn flame of the sword in everyone’s heart across the five regions.
In the rootless phantom beast domain, Hua Changdeng’s uninhibited sarcasm echoed:
"A Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns?"
"A Backbone of Worldly Swords?"
The crowd seemed to once again see that graceful white-clad figure, summoning countless ancient swordsmen, inheriting the unyielding integrity of the Path of the Ancient Swordsman with a golden spine...
"Bazhun’an, I can declare you sentenced right here... your fate is exhausted!"
Yes, exhausted.
All hope is shattered.
"Sizzle..."
A faint blue smoke gently rose into the sky.
After the three Ghost Hunter swords, Bazhun’an Jianwo could no longer maintain even a human form, turning into smoke and clouds, vanishing in the east.
Not enough!
Not enough to relieve the hatred!
Hua Changdeng did not stop.
His plan, his Great Path, his relentless pursuit...
From the beginning of Harmonization, to the interruption of the Two-In-One Status, to the desperate fight forced upon by deathly reincarnation...
The "hatred" accumulated in between cannot be quelled by merely three Ghost Hunter swords!
"Die die die die die!"
The spiritual power of the rootless phantom beast domain poured down like a waterfall.
The Ghost Hunter in the sky transformed into one sword, two swords, three...
In the end, a full set of eighty-one swords emerged, not ten thousand swords, but nine swords, each layered over the other, crisscrossing.
In the number of nine times nine, eighty-one, they intersect and tear at Bazhun’an’s remains, as if erasing even the last wisp of blue smoke in the spot.
"Break! Break! Break!"
With each sword’s cut, the blue smoke dimmed by three points.
But every time it was slashed through, the blue smoke deformed, yet it was not dying, still stubbornly recondensing.
Hua Changdeng grew ever more frenzied with each kill, hated more with each strike.
The cultivators of the five regions, while witnessing an unbearable horror, suddenly glimpsed something.
"That’s..."
...
"Me?"
At the old site of the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, Kui Leihan turned around in astonishment.
Hua Changdeng was utterly mad, seeing no one else but Bazhun’an.
So much so that under this thunder calamity, no one stopped him, his realm solidifying step by step in the thunder light.
To transcend the tribulation?
For Kui Leihan, this was no problem at all.
He too focused on the frontline battlefield, on Hua Ba’s slashes.
Once the first Ghost Hunter sword passed, Kui Leihan could barely resist, even wanting to charge forward with his hammer carrying the thunder calamity.
But just as when he asked Bazhun’an if he needed assistance, only to receive a negative answer in return.
This time, even in such a crisis, Bazhun’an still remained silent.
Kui Leihan noticed something unusual.
This peculiarity, after the three Ghost Hunter swords...
After the hundreds and thousands of subsequent slashes from Hua Changdeng, was confirmed!
"Me!"
"He is cultivating ’Me’!"
From Kui Leihan’s perspective, the original Bazhun’an Jianwo could be likened to a rough iron sword embryo.
The first Ghost Hunter sword removed seventy percent of the impurities.
The second and third Ghost Hunter swords forged the crude iron into refined iron.
That wisp of blue smoke is Bazhun’an’s refined iron "Me."
"Me" has no fixed form, "Me" is also indestructible, and so with countless hammerings afterward, Hua Changdeng could not kill Bazhun’an’s "Me," only left with a crazed continuation of hammering.
This no longer caused harm.
But became honing, cultivating, used as a spear!
Yet there was one more thing Kui Leihan could not understand...
He understood the logic of forging crude iron, but Bazhun’an Jianwo itself was perfect, so what was the impurity extracted using the Ghost Hunter as the hammer?
...
"Me!"
Beyond the stellar void, before Kui Leihan, before the cultivators of the five regions, even before Hua Changdeng — observed with greater fervor...
Was the Demon Ancestor!
Within the imagery beneath the tomb tower, in the moment Bazhun’an endured the first sword, the coffin lid seemed unable to hold, quivering with excitement.
When the second, third swords...
When the hundredth, the thousandth sword all slashed through Bazhun’an Jianwo...
What the Demon Ancestor saw was not a dying Bazhun’an clinging by a thread, but a whole new path emerging from clouds torn asunder!
"Without the need for an Ancestral God Fate Chart, directly cultivating Me?"
"Bypassing the path of Two-in-One, One to Zero, journeying from Mortal to Ancestral, reaching the pinnacle of perfection?"
This concept was all too clear to the Demon Ancestor.
But while the concept was one thing, the practice always fell short, due to the uncertainty of the road ahead.
The path Bazhun’an was taking now, the Demon Ancestor saw clearly, yet there was still an unbroken aspect: the contradiction revealed when Bazhun’an used external forces to refine Jianwo:
"There quite clearly, the path of inquiry is about the War Ancestor’s Four Sacrifices: Sacrifice Self, Sacrifice Spirit, Sacrifice Intent, and ultimately Sacrifice Me."
"Yet with the War Ancestor’s Four Sacrifices, after Sacrifice Me would completely clear out, not just reset, even He dared not discard everything, and Bazhun’an dares?"
