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I Am Loaded with Passive Skills (Web Novel) - Chapter 4043: This Path
Chapter 4043: This Path
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"Whoosh, whoosh!"The large snowflakes of Lingyu Mountain fell in all directions.
The biting cold wind invaded through mouth and nose, striking eyelids and cheeks with an icy touch, each encounter sending shivers to the bone.
Hua Changdeng could barely hear the world’s noise, his dull eyes reflecting the solitary figure in white on the opposite side, more resplendent than the snow.
One person, one sword, rendering the sun and moon dark.
"An immortal among mortals..."
Bazhun’an was like a piece of flawless jade!
Motionless, wisdom hidden within, standing firm between heaven and earth, it was a creation of divine craftsmanship.
When Qingju returned to the body, its Dao method was natural, seamless.
What it manifested was the perfect blend of Yin and Yang, a completeness without flaw or failure.
It was both Wuji and Taiji.
Yet, seemingly immovable like a mountain, with a movement like thunder; the concept of "Ancestral God" was not just for show.
When Qingju was summoned, held diagonally in hand, the Taiji gave birth to two forces, Yin and Yang clearly demarcated.
Even if the grand tribulation of Ancestral God Destruction were called forth, with a mere wave of a sleeve, it could return to completeness, brushing away the tribulation.
"To return to zero in one step, transcending above the grand tribulation of Ancestral God Destruction, that would be enough."
"But what about His Harmonization Stage?"
Even though Bazhun’an demonstrated it numerous times, Hua Changdeng seemed to understand, yet was unable to break through the inertia of thought regarding this.
Why was there someone who could gain Godhood and become Ancestor without needing to transcend the tribulation, without harmonization, and achieve zero in one step?
Hua Changdeng’s knowledge was no less than that of the Ten Ancestors; without such, he couldn’t have walked the path of two-in-one, even managing to rise again after failure and reopen the brilliant path through the Way of the Sword.
His accomplishments, if meticulously documented in history by posterity, should surpass at least the ancestors of Sword, Dragon, Battle, and Sky by half a measure.
Yes! Compared to the long and enduring life of the Ancestral Gods, Hua Changdeng was merely a fleeting moment.
But in the hurried decades, he achieved the pinnacle, the pinnacle of an era!
He perfectly interpreted his innate talent, perfectly utilized the resources of Yunshan Saint Emperor, and perfectly maneuvered among medicine, ghosts, and the Way of the Sword, forging a new path for himself.
He used time meticulously—even in the self-imprisonment period in the Land of Screen and Candles, he progressed his Sword Demon skills, deducing every step after the Ancestral God.
Hua Changdeng was a genius.
He deemed himself, and the five regions would certainly acknowledge so.
He was a genius among geniuses; otherwise, he wouldn’t have become the first Ancestral God of the Spiritual Cultivation Era!
But Bazhun’an...
Hua Changdeng stared blankly, gazing silently towards the east.
When Qingju returned from the Burial Sword Tomb of Eastern Mountain, when Ghost Hunting Town shattered Bazhun’an Jianwo, the so-called "genius" became a joke!
In the face of returning to zero in one step, the previously painstakingly refined Aura of the God of Death, the conquest of the divine palace by Yin Cao, the two-in-one with the Ghost Ancestor, and the brilliant opening with the Sword Demon—all turned into clown acts!
"Tap, tap, tap..."
In the dead quiet of his inner world, a crisp footstep sound resounded anew, as if someone was walking over.
Hua Changdeng’s vision blurred.
He looked over, no longer seeing the five regions.
Instead, he saw himself under a broken willow in the Land of Screen and Candles at that time, casually and serenely reclining.
One person, one sword.
An ancient table, a remnant lamp.
It wasn’t self-pity, but deeply concealed arrogance, disdain, and exceptionalism.
"Tap, tap, tap!"
But the footsteps grew closer, increasingly grating.
Step by step, treading upon his Dao heart, causing waves upon waves.
Under the broken willow, Hua Changdeng looked; the then calm ancient well, the now tempestuous Heart Lake.
His pupils trembled violently.
He was too clear about what time it was, who the approaching person was, and what they intended.
In the Eighth Palace!
The first-in-command Saint Servant unveiled!
The Eighth Sword Deity, returning to the martial arts world!
And the one walking over with those crisp footsteps, swaying and mumbling something, was none other than Dao Qiongcang, holding the divine Sinan, informing him of this matter.
"Shut up!"
"Shut up!"
Hua Changdeng suddenly erupted, stabbing with the three swords of the Sword Demon, puncturing Dao Qiongcang with several holes, grinding that figure to dust.
He took a deep breath, as if he had stopped something; however...
Bang!
The divine Sinan dropped to the ground, the shadow of the star dipper dancing long and short in the candlelight of the Land of Screen and Candles, swirling to a halt.
The long chant of Dao Qiongcang, like that Qingju from the east, pierced the soul, unrestrainedly resonating from deep within his spirit:
"A sword from the Eastern Region, a Sword Deity, drunkenly leaning across Huang Quan walking the blue sky."
"Not to be a guest of the secular world, despite the fallen Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe in sincere devotion?"
Crack!
The Land of Screen and Candles shattered like mirror flower water moon.
After exhausting a lifetime effort, in vain, unable to harmonize, unable to swallow the Sword Me, instead like that sincere worshipper, bowing again and again, respectfully inviting the present Gods and Buddhas into view.
The Gods and Buddhas did not move.
Hua Changdeng saw his deeply hidden arrogance, disdain, and exceptionalism trampled underfoot, stomped into debris.
...
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
The heavy snow crowned heads white.
The howling wind suddenly awakened those standing in Lingyu, Fusang, and elsewhere.
"Hiss."
Gou Wuyue, like a drowning man surfacing, caught a breath of the long-missed air, tinged with salty moisture.
He survived.
His chest heaved violently.
"Way..."
He looked absentmindedly toward the horizon where Bazhun’an stood.
In a moment of dazedness, he blinked, and Bazhun’an disappeared, merging with Heaven and Earth!
And before him, Hua Changdeng, though having ascended to Godhood, was originally unreachable, suddenly fell to dust’s bottom, never to be seen again.
How could a firefly’s glow compare with the bright moon?
But...
"How was it done?"
"How could it be achieved at one stroke?"
Gou Wuyue clearly witnessed Bazhun’an’s pursuit of the Dao; he knew the man’s personality would never keep things to himself.
