I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3520 1729: Sword Ancestor is me, I am the flower; awakening from a great dream yet forgetting home_2

"What is our Supreme Master's name again?"

"Huh?" Feng Chengxue's mouth dropped open, eyes bursting with incredulity, "You dare forget this too! Did you really forget, or are you just pretending..."

"What's his name, why do you talk so much!"

"Oh oh, Supreme Master is just..."

Creak!

The wooden hut's door was swung open.

By the well, Feng Chengxue trembled, kicked the bucket, got up in a start, and turned to bow respectfully:

"Supreme Master!"

Xu Xiaoshou sat on the ground with knees crossed, still chewing on a grass stalk, with a peach blossom stuck in his belt.

He didn't get up, only turned his head to look, smirking as he spoke:

"And you're the Sword..."

Buzz!

He suddenly felt dizzy.

Because at the door of the wooden hut, reflected was the elderly figure, leaning on the Fourth Sword as a cane, holding the Flame Python as a teaching stick, slightly hunched, and under the silver hair, shockingly, was his own aged face!

"Me?!"

Xu Xiaoshou's body shook violently, falling backward in fright.

The Sword God is me?

I am the Sword God?

He was at the well; he was at the wooden hut door.

He sat by the well; he stood at the wooden hut door.

A bucket lay overturned in front of him, water spreading out, wetting the hem of his robes; he stood at the door, neatly dressed in black, clearly attired as himself in the Dead Sea...

Sword God, Gu Louying!

The black silhouette atop the Lonely Building, always, wasn't someone else, but myself?

"Ah—"

Xu Xiaoshou clutched his head, screaming in a hoarse voice.

Flashback!

The scene flashes back!

The self crazily switches!

When he gazed at "himself/me", Xu Xiaoshou felt his spiritual world completely chaotic.

He lost his sense of self, from himself by the well to the aged self at the wooden hut door.

His perspective changed from being only able to see the solitary old figure at the hut door to seeing both the startled standing and dazed sitting young people by the well.

His consciousness constantly flashed back and forth between his younger self, older self, Xu Xiaoshou, and Sword God Gu Louying.

The world constantly shifted.

Selves overlapping.

Massive and heavy history, past, and future, like books torn to shreds across the world, forcibly shoved into his brain.

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't even see the essence of "historical stories" and was filled and compressed by countless garbage knowledge fragments, his brain swelling, nearly bursting.

He felt as though he'd experienced ages upon ages.

Yet in reality, he'd only locked eyes with the Sword God Gu Louying or his older self at the wooden hut door for just a moment.

When the water from the bucket kicked over by Feng Chengxue spread beneath him, opening the sky and bringing a cold touch.

Xu Xiaoshou clutched his head, eyes wide open in anger, unable to bear the pain.

He thought of crashing his head onto the ground to alleviate the headache, but as his gaze lowered, he was horrified to discover...

The water stains on the ground, reflecting the sky, were not a sky of blue and clouds!

Presented within was shockingly the Thirty Third Heavens of the Divine Relics!

"Ah—"

Xu Xiaoshou incredulously raised his head, looking up at the sky.

He finally discovered that the surrounding mountain and water scenes, but the sky of this world was truly composed of the reflecting Thirty Third Heavens of the Divine Relics.

The Divine he had crafted with full effort, with the Overlord's staff swung down, its form frozen in mid-air, fixed in the heavens he now looked up to!

"Hua Weiyang!"

"Hua Weiyang, it's you!"

Amidst the piercing pain feeling like his head was giving birth, Xu Xiaoshou finally realized the most terrifying thing:

The Overlord's staff hadn't shattered Hua Weiyang's Second World, or rather, hadn't yet managed to.

At the critical moment, after the Divine's staff fell, it stopped just before the Flower World approached disintegration...

The end might be just as he thought.

Hua Weiyang lost, shattered by his own staff in his strongest field.

But it was precisely because of such a fluke, right before the battle's outcome...

Hua Weiyang seized that moment!

He prolonged that moment further!

Thus, the lapse.

What he willingly stepped into was not the shattered, pierced inner memory of Hua Weiyang.

But the "Hua Weiyang's shattered, pierced inner memory" created by his imagination — a successful self-fantasy, the trap Hua Weiyang wanted him to step into, nested in the Second World of the Fantasy Sword Technique!

Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water.

In the moment he looked down and saw the sky reflected in the water stains beneath him, Xu Xiaoshou saw himself clearly from the water stains and found himself again!

But just as he was about to understand these...

"Pop!"

The body was crushed, vanishing like a wave.

The world in the water stains erupted with a terrifying suction, peeling him from such "deep in memory", sending him back to the Thirty Third Heavens of the Divine Relics.

...

"I..."

The well, the hut, Hua Weiyang, Feng Chengxue, Sword God Gu Louying, all gone!

Xu Xiaoshou found himself back.

But he wasn't back to himself in the Thirty Third Heavens of the Divine Relics, he found himself becoming the consciousness of the Flower World, becoming Hua Weiyang!

"I am still Hua Weiyang, haven't switched back?"

"No, I'm still in the Second World!"

The Flower World, controlled like an arm and a finger.

Xu Xiaoshou's thoughts didn't move, but when angry, the earth spewed angry flowers, when sad, it spewed sad flowers.

He felt his state as if dissected by the Cursed Yin Technique served in a Magic Dog Meal, consciously Taoized, thus sharing the power of the Flower World.