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I Am Loaded with Passive Skills (Web Novel) - Chapter 4035: Qingju 3
Chapter 4035: Qingju 3
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“Only if you dare, will you be fearless! Only if you dare, will you surely have reliance! But what is this reliance?”Again looking at Sword Me, he seems to fall short compared to Hua Changdeng, Heaven, Earth, Human, Sword Demon, and the Three Talents. Essentially, he deeply comprehends the War Ancestor’s “Two Forms” method.
Yet Bazhun’an does not appear spirited about the Path of Ancient Martial Arts; his current Sword Me seemingly embodies only the “Yang” or “Yin” among the Two Forms, unable to harmonize Yin and Yang, unable to break through the Two Forms to one Venerate, and further ascend to Wuji!
“Does he still dare?”
“Only if you dare, will you be fearless! Only if you dare, will you surely have reliance!”
If ‘I’ completely abandon, then the only self-salvation method should rely on his ancient sword path’s ‘reliance’?
Perhaps he could use ‘what’ as ‘Yin,’ as ‘reliance,’ to affirm the Four Sacrifices’ ‘Yang,’ the ‘Body, Spirit, and Will Me’?
Thereby achieving perfect balance, reaching the ‘Return to Zero’ realm?
Conceptually, the Demon Ancestor understands.
Yet he cannot discern what Bazhun’an can rely on, nor how he finds his ‘Yin,’ to rescue the fading ‘Yang’ of the Body, Spirit, and Will Me.
It doesn’t matter…
It completely doesn’t matter…
When you’ve raised a pig to this point, there’s no need to think anymore. To protect itself, the pig must provide the answer!
“Come on!”
“Bazhun’an!”
“Throw the stone to ask the way, give me more, more!”
…
“Ahhhhhhh——”
Ghost Hunter’s thousand swords cannot sever the last remnant of Bazhun’an Sword Me; Hua Changdeng wholly submerged into the Sea of Suffering of obsession.
He realized something.
Even in such a frenzied state, as long as the opponent is Bazhun’an, he can regain a trace of clarity.
Kui Leihan sees what the Demon Ancestor sees, and after thousands of swords, he suddenly awakens.
“Me?”
Ghost Hunter, numbering eighty-one, is immediately decreed to stop in the void; Hua Changdeng freezes, then laughs with a pitiable smile:
“Bazhun’an, are you still struggling?”
“You have no chance!”
The five regions fall into dead silence, trembling under the mad tyranny of Hua Ancestor.
The whiff soaring through the sky, seemingly about to transcend and depart, ultimately does not show pain or hatred but transforms again into an entirely illusory white-clothed silhouette.
Bazhun’an!
Still Bazhun’an!
The immortal Bazhun’an!
He is blurred within the vast sky, stepping on the rootless phantom beast, indestructible and severless Sword Me gently steps forward…
Hua Changdeng as if provoked by something, shouted in a voice torn with rage:
“Shut up!”
“This Ancestor didn’t allow you to recite!”
Ghost Hunter, numbering eighty-one, transforms into a Nine-Swords formation, heading towards the center to kill.
Bang!
Bazhun’an Sword Me’s afterimage disintegrates.
The never-dying and unseverable wisp transforms into a cage-like green, illusory shackle, finally exploding in the high sky of the Central Region, dissolving into smoke.
“Ahahaha…”
Hua Changdeng laughs long.
The laughter carries madness and liberation.
He succeeded; he successfully killed Bazhun’an, the last stubbornness of Sword Me unable to withstand the Power of Reincarnation of dead beings!
But at this moment.
Covered by the rootless phantom beast, the land of the five regions, from the billions of spiritual cultivators, from the thoughts of flowers, plants, trees, and stones, emerges strands of Violet Qi.
Violet Qi coming from the east, soaring heavenwards, transforming into clouds, unfolding wondrous rays.
Momentarily, everyone looks up; they see a celestial figure among the clouds, as if under diverse trials, shedding all worldly worries and shackles, about to ascend to the Heavenly Realm.
No!
That is not illusory!
In an instant, it condenses into a… Divine Shedding!
Between Heaven and Earth, a Taoist music, ethereal, resounds through the four directions:
“Three thousand strands of annoyance, weaving a prison lock.”
“Please sever my imprisoning shackle, pluck the Dao Fruit from the clouds.”
…
Kui Leihan’s eyes light up.
Secular sword, mundane world, worries, desires…
“Secular Sword!”
He comprehensively understood, what Bazhun’an Sword Me cuts with the Ghost Hunter?
It’s the binding chaos of this world, this body’s “state of extreme despair,” any factors that disturb the steadfastness of “Me.”
And when these “disorders” are clearly perceived by “Me,” and thoroughly severed with Ancestor God’s external force.
Severing cause and effect, freely transcending!
Bazhun’an, the path complete!
…
Rumble——
Beyond the horizon, the great tribulation of Ancestral God Destruction gathers.
The rootless phantom beast suddenly convulsed, torn open by the thunder calamity, Hua Changdeng almost spat blood and collapsed.
Everything he exhausted his own power for, ended up being a wedding dress for Bazhun’an, aiding his Dao achievement?
“Bazhun’an!”
A voice of agony exploded into the sky.
Hua Changdeng descended from the heavens, reversing his Qi, grabbed the Ghost-hunting Sword with a hand, and shrieked sharply:
“This ancestor said, you, have no chance!”
“All struggles, after you interrupted this ancestor’s harmonization, are mere resistance!”
He simply did not allow Bazhun’an time to transcend the tribulation, throwing the Ghost-hunting Sword into the sky, while pinching the hand seals and shouted loudly:
“Ancestral God delivers a decree!”
“Sword Pillar Flavor Array, heed the call!”
Then, several swords hummed and sung in spirit; ten famed swords scattered upon Lingyu Mountain soared into the air.
Among them…
Godhood Sword Xuan Cang, Supreme Emperor Sword, Buddha Sword Furious Immortal, four vicious swords, Mystic Sword Taicheng, flew up, merging into the sky of the rootless phantom beast.
Demonic Sword Yuelian, Flame Python, Spiritual Sword Qingfeng, Crane Sword Ting Chen, Sleeve Sword and Dual Needles, plunged vertically, merging into the ground of the rootless phantom beast.
BOOM!
All sounds fell silent, Dao methods collapse.
The five regions raised their eyes in astonishment, and saw five grand columns descending from the heavens, majestically locking Bazhun’an within an array.
The earth exhaled five tastes, invading the divine shedding, causing chaos in the Dao heart, even directly stirring the Ancestral God’s Doom, the great calamity.
Hua Changdeng did not stop, utilizing the foundational roots of the sword ancestor’s Godhood-Sealing and Ancestor path, to obstruct Bazhun’an’s hope of Godhood-Sealing and Ancestor…
Not enough!
Far from enough!
He wants this person dead!
“Trapped in prison, yet still dreaming of carefree transcendence?”
The Ghost-hunting Sword followed, merging into the rootless phantom beast, Hua Changdeng laughed maniacally: “Bazhun’an, it’s too late!”
The five pillars and five tastes trembled.
The Sword Pillar Flavor Array that trapped Bazhun’an’s divine shedding spewed radiance, condensing a ten-thousand-zhang long sword atop the rootless phantom beast.
The Ghost-hunting Sword hovered above, the pillar flavors entrapping the divine shedding.
Searching the sky yields no path, seeking the earth finds no door.
The rootless phantom beast unfolded prematurely, the Ghost-hunting Sword enacted heavenly unravel prematurely, what Hua Changdeng guarded against, was Bazhun’an’s final struggle.
And this struggle…
He allows no opportunity.
With a thunderous boom, the ten-thousand-zhang Ghost-hunting Sword like a hilt withdrew its chains, plummeting heavily and slicing downward.
“Imperial Decree: Execute!”
…
The five pillars sealing the entire world!
The five tastes scorching and peeling the Dao heart!
The plummeting and slicing ten-thousand Ghost-hunting Sword!
The myriad cultivators of the five regions, thus realized what the “Unlimited” of the ancient swordsman truly means; Hua Changdeng’s mania has reached such a level.
Such mighty power, even if the sword ancestor returns, how could it be resisted?
Let alone Bazhun’an, beset by the Dao-breaking calamity, muddling the Dao heart, and captivating divine shedding?!
“Late…”
Swift winds roar against the ear, deathly intent spreads across the land.
Just freed from the shackles, ascended to the sky, yet no time or opportunity to enjoy even half a breath of ancestral god’s brilliance, Bazhun’an seemed to have completely abandoned struggle.
He didn’t even glance at the myriad swords Ghost-hunting Sword above, gazing across the rivers and mountains, as if longing for the beautiful world that nurtured his life.
Snowflakes flutter, cloaking the distant high peaks in frost and white.
The setting sun casts its last light across the branches of Fusang Wood and Lingyu Wood, turning the snow-scaled leaves into gold.
“Yes, it seems to be too late…”
Time seemed to slow under a sigh, Bazhun’an turned his head, eyes filled with reluctance.
Yet he no longer looked at the mountain’s snow, or mulberry and elm, his gaze fell to Yue Gongnu below Fusang City, sobbing uncontrollably.
His heart surged with waves.
Thousands of words, ultimately returning to nothing.
The Sword Pillar Flavor Array emerged, an execution decree issued, Bazhun’an even if he still had thousands of things to say, trifling matters to do.
He has no chance.
He saw the end of the path.
He cannot easily avenge Hua Changdeng, or embrace the sentiment from thirty years ago, with the present heart’s tremor.
“The azure mountains do not envy white hair, yet this sentiment is hard to restrain…”
But this absolutely does not mean Bazhun’an will perish here, fall under Hua Changdeng’s Ghost-hunting Sword.
The romance of wind and moon do not return.
The sword oppresses the Dao.
Bazhun’an gracefully turned around, dispelling his melancholy instantly.
As the Ghost-hunting Sword approached his face, he looked at the distant frantic Hua Changdeng, eyes revealing vicious intent, murderously exposed.
“Late?”
Bazhun’an shouted, raising a hand, drawing his sword towards the east:
“Too late to surpass Fusang, returning is nothing but the beginning of the sword!”
“Qingju!”
