I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3831: Chapter 1846: Half a Step Back_3

The three-story wooden pavilion exudes a sense of ancient weathering through time; at the window, a person leans.

"Eighth Sword Deity!"

Someone caught sight of the side profile and screamed out loud.

Standing by the window, Elder Dao the Flamboyant, no longer youthful, his face marked by time’s chisel, gazes outward with a deep melancholy.

"Snow..."

He softly murmurs, reaching out his hand toward the outside.

The snowflakes floating down Lingyu Mountain gently land on his palm, dissolving not, as though time forever at peace.

"So quiet..."

In the midst of the great battle, everyone inexplicably felt a sense of tranquility and delight.

Following the wooden pavilion bearing the plaque "All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion," following the gaze of the Eighth Sword Deity staring far from the window.

Everyone saw, not knowing when, the wind on Lingyu Mountain had stopped.

The snow fell silently, hitting the ground with a soft sizzle.

And amidst the vast whiteness, suddenly not far away, enduring the cold winter, a nameless red flower bloomed vibrant and bright.

Flowers red, dazzling.

At that time, everyone’s attention was completely captured.

So much so, that the snow-white on Lingyu Mountain became so irrelevant, and the green of Lingyu Wood and Fusang Wood also faded into insignificance.

Quiet and wonderful.

This beauty was abruptly broken by a jarring sound.

Hua Changdeng sneered, "After so many years, your Fantasy Sword Technique hasn’t improved, but your irrelevant tricks haven’t diminished either..."

Whoosh!

Before his voice had settled.

The Elder Dao the Flamboyant inside the pavilion suddenly tilted his head, as if startled, eyes emitting a malevolent gleam, showing blood-red flowers at the bottom of his pupils, the sword cognition turning from silvery-white to crimson.

With a "sizzle," everyone’s hair stood on end, even Hua Changdeng realized something was amiss: Everything earlier was mere embellishment; what comes next is Elder Dao the Flamboyant’s true power strike?

Rumble...

A storm outside the pavilion rose high.

Whoosh whoosh...

Red flowers bloomed all over the mountain.

Suddenly, as if descending from the night curtain in the sky, a faint singing voice lingered, suggestive:

"Snow falls, rain, and wind cease, flowers bloom, grass and wood are light."

"Dogs bark at three, the evil star sings at midnight."

Who?

Who’s speaking!

The spectators only felt a ten thousand tons of pressure hitting them, almost suffocating.

"Above, up above!"

Someone, against the pressure, laboriously raised their eyes and saw that the night sky had been torn apart by starlight, revealing a dazzling blood-red sword cognition.

Hua Changdeng also looked up, gazing at the sky.

And saw within that point of starlight, another manifestation of Elder Dao the Flamboyant!

Unlike the aged and declining Elder Dao in the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, this one in white, surpassing snow, free and unrestrained, clearly still youthful, still the Eighth Sword Deity!

The young Elder Dao takes a step and a song, swift as a star, pointing toward the ground, accompanied by a long laugh:

"Hua Changdeng, this finger of mine started thirty years ago, and ends thirty years later. Can you handle it?"

It was evident that it wasn’t "Point of Path: Stop," but "Point of Path: Unceasing."

A single point, pierced through.

The dazzling blood-red immediately tore through the endless night curtain, shattering the infinite void, transforming into a rolling torrent, encircling a central silver light.

The direction it shot towards remained Hua Changdeng’s brow!

The location of the Intent Sword!

"It’s not sword cognition..."

Hua Changdeng’s pores expanded, clearly realizing that Elder Dao hadn’t been practicing Fantasy Sword Technique over thirty years, but instead developed something comparable to his own Sword Demonization in sword cognition.

What is it?

His younger self?

There wasn’t time to think, although Elder Dao had been defeated by him once in his youth.

But that victory wasn’t credited to strength, and this time he still dared not take the threat lightly, dared not move the Hundred Ghosts Altar for defense—it could still be Fantasy Sword Technique!

But Hua Changdeng dared not let his true body receive this point from the young Elder Dao.

He focused all his mind on this peculiar youth, this peculiar Finger Sword, and when the sword light reached his face, realizing it was not right, he hurriedly released the Will Ghost from between his brows!

"Slap."

There was no significant disturbance.

Like a slap on the face, a quiet sound echoed on the suddenly dead silent Lingyu Mountain.

Observers only felt another blur in their eyes, what young Elder Dao, what blood-star outside the pavilion, what finger from thirty years ago...

Nothing existed!

Hua Changdeng had raised the Will Ghost high, facing the empty air at the top of his head.

But at the moment his mind was transferred, the uncontrolled Hundred Ghosts Altar before him, like flowers after blooming, was effortlessly turned into nothing by the opposing Swordless Sword Form.

The ten-segment Finger Sword, seemingly frozen over the river of time, with one point, easily passed through the Fengdu Phenomenon, scenes of Purgatory, and the Hundred Ghosts Altar.

Stop at a point.

That point of light did not cause a terrifying sword cognition explosion, only lightly striking the Ghost-hunting Sword hanging in front of Hua Changdeng.

"Slap!"

A light slap sound emanated from there.

The Ghost-hunting Sword absorbed the force, snapped onto its owner Hua Changdeng’s high nose bridge, leaving no significant harm, but marking a red imprint on its tip.

"Gulp!"

Everyone swallowed hard, gazing at this legendary Holy Emperor Ghost Sword Immortal.

The Ghost Sword Immortal’s nose tingled, tears welled up.

Despite the intimidating Will Ghost above him, and the terrifying sword power, he seemed unable to bear the pressure, his body staggered slightly.

On the verge of falling, he instinctively withdrew his right foot, stepping backwards, stabilizing the situation.

"Heh heh."

Xiao Kongtong’s lips curled, looking at Hua Changdeng’s foot.

Holy Emperor Hua, had retreated half a step.