I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3822: Chapter 1843: Woundhole_3

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"Time? Mirror Flower Water Moon."

"Fate? A thousand wounds with a hundred holes!"

With just two sword phrases, Xiao Kongtong’s entire body exuded a ferocious aura, as if he had found the only weakness to break Hua Changdeng, gathering it at the sword tip.

Time and Fate...

Mei Siren’s expression changed.

This first sword, with such a high concept, could Xiao Kongtong withstand the backlash?

By using Mirror Flower Water Moon to enter the Path of Time, it was clear that Xiao Kongtong was leveraging his expertise, still attempting to make a mark in the Second World of Fantasy Sword Technique.

But fate...

Hua Changdeng’s fate, full of holes?

How did he find this flaw?

Obviously, at a glance, Mei Siren saw Hua Changdeng holding a bronze lamp and carrying a Ghost Hunter at his waist, with Sword Demons guarding his Body, Spirit, and Will, forming an impregnable fortress, seamless and without flaws.

Yet the Force was formed, the sword had been unleashed!

"Second World: Sever the Youth!"

The Kongtong Formless Sword pierced forward, as Xiao Kongtong fought with his back against the river, leaving no retreat for himself.

Before everyone’s eyes, this Eldest Senior Brother of Fringe Moon Immortal City became a vague stream of light, charging with the sword, and instantly pierced through Hua Changdeng’s body.

"Space-Time Transition..."

Xiao Wanfeng suddenly widened his eyes, and the Xuan Cang in his hand resonated with a buzzing tremor.

He witnessed a true Space-Time Transition, no longer merely a technique ancient swordsmen used for concealment and escape.

Xiao Senior Brother was trying to manifest his original intention, seeking at some past moment to find Hua Changdeng’s flaw, to sever the True Will, wounding the future?

"Can it succeed!"

The gap between friend and foe was as wide as the heavens and the earth.

This was akin to facing the Holy Emperor of the higher void directly, meeting the sword, without any chance of victory.

"Only proactively..."

Only by taking the initiative, countering Absolute Attack with absolute offense, could there be a slim chance of success.

High offense and low defense of ancient swordsmen isn’t just hearsay.

Xiao Kongtong drew and amplified on the spot, the sword penetrating with Force, his combat judgment absolutely correct.

Venturing a risky move was just to gamble, failure would speak for itself, but if successful, not to mention blocking a single sword, even the Holy Emperor Hua Changdeng might see blood!

"Buzz..."

The momentum of Lingyu Mountain was drawn by the sword, and the flying snow paused in mid-air.

The sword of the Second World was unleashed, and all who observed this sword, those who received the sword, were led by the Fantasy Sword Technique into the past world constructed by Xiao Kongtong.

"Path of Time!"

Mei Siren once again caught the scent, almost thinking he had not left the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion. Coming to his senses, a feeling of infinite emotion surged.

Xiao Kongtong was also taking this step...

Whether ancient swordsmen have ambition can be discerned from whether they cultivate both time and space.

For someone like Mei Siren, after specializing in Heart Sword Technique, could only grasp the form of Fantasy Sword Technique to a minimal degree, making it difficult to ever fully comprehend time in the future.

Naturally, the limit was there.

He was old now, the mind willing but the body weak.

Experiencing more, hearing more, understanding more about higher rank Ancestral Gods, Mei Siren had come to know that space and time must be practiced if not mastered.

Because, like Forgetting, like Guidance, the Path of Space-Time is touched upon by all Ancestors, Cursed Yin can affect the past to impact the future.

If they all master it and you do not, it becomes a dead end, with no manipulation yielding a way out!

"Hoo..."

With a long exhalation, letting go of this obsession, Mei Siren, like all the other spectators, was drawn into Xiao Kongtong’s Second World.

Sever the Youth!

The meaning of this sword’s name was clear.

As the illusory and blurry scene solidified, all found themselves on an upside-down high mountain, further entering a dim and oppressive realm.

"This is..."

Among the spectators, former members of the Holy Divine Palace recognized the place at a glance.

"Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, Land of Screen and Candles!"

The God Worship Willow Tree with a broken willow still stood, beneath the willow stakes was only an ancient table, a broken lamp, a worn sword.

Hua Changdeng, appearing youthful and around twenty, did not seem aged.

Yet his steps were those of an old man, walking powerlessly into the Land of Screen and Candles, self-pitying.

He drank cup after cup of wine, until his eyes were drunken and dreamy.

As everyone speculated, they saw him sigh deeply, grab the Ghost Hunter, and murmur:

"A hollow victory, a hollow victory..."

"I, for a hollow victory, must self-imprison for thirty years!"