I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3833: Chapter 1847: New Path_2

From Hua Changdeng’s perspective, Bazhun’an is just average.

His swordsmanship stands on the formative path of God of Sword, Gu Louying.

His sword cognition rests on the shoulders of Kui Leihan’s God Punishment Tribulation.

Many geniuses in this world possess the talent to "take the essence and discard the dregs," but when it comes to "creating something from nothing and forging a new path," most actually find themselves struggling in the mud.

Apart from Kui Leihan, apart from himself, looking across the five regions, Hua Changdeng could no longer see a third genuine genius!

What are the intentions behind ’Sword Me,’ what form does it take, what Path does it integrate, is it a hodgepodge or a synthesis of the best of various schools, is it innovating or creating from nothing...

These are all still questions.

Being able to shine in just one of these areas already shows extraordinary talent, to say all have reached the Extreme Realm is as hard as ascending to the heavens!

After all, "Three breaths for Innate stage, Three years for Sword Deity," in a hundred generations, millions of years, a few always appear.

But those walking a new path, haven’t you seen, some of the Ten Ancestors have walked on it for millions of years, yet struggled to take even half a step!

"Since you are here, why not show yourself?"

Hua Changdeng does not want to wait, he wants to witness ’Sword Me’ right now, to see if it’s merely a bluff or a real phenomenon.

Bazhun’an does not respond directly.

Hua Changdeng’s impatience clearly implies ulterior motives, not unrelated to the Third Ancestor’s plans.

Yet he has waited thirty years, and at this moment, he is not urgently pressed, of thousands or tens of thousands, none holds as much importance as Xu Xiaoshou.

"I am in the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, come if you can, I will accompany you for a battle, if not, then wait."

With these words, there is no more entanglement.

Xiao Kongtong’s sword cognition stops interweaving, spews blood and collapses limp, twitching on the ground, his injuries are extremely severe.

Gone, gone?

This sudden arrival, this casual departure, he does not consider any variable, nor does he regard anyone present...

"Otherwise, why call him the Eighth Sword Deity?"

The crowd looked at Hua Holy Emperor, unsure of his response.

Would he continue the killing spree, forcing Bazhun’an to show up again, or as the latter said, go if one cannot enter?

Hua Changdeng frowned, staring at Xiao Kongtong’s remains for a long time.

His ears moved slightly, as if he received some telepathic communication, but he shook his head slightedly, finally looking at Mei Siren.

Even though he had fought with Xiao Kongtong in the past, he still focused on the current happenings on Lingyu Mountain, knowing Mei Siren had emerged from All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion.

"I give you an hour."

After deep breaths, Hua Changdeng spoke, which was a compromise after retreating half a step, also expressing his expectation and respect for ’Sword Me.’

Swish!

The entire crowd fixed their gaze on Master Siren.

Mei Siren looked at his former student, now the Holy Emperor, opened his mouth, then raised his brow high, speaking no words.

"Actually, this old man doesn’t have the ability to convey messages..."

"Just as you can’t enter All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, neither can I."

Of course, such depreciating words couldn’t possibly escape his lips.

Before a thousand people on Lingyu Mountain, Mei Siren suddenly flipped open a new paper fan, fanning it slightly, sending ink characters fluttering, snowflakes swirling — amidst the icy, snowy scene, how chilling!

"Impressive, impressive."

The crowd watched in bewilderment, was this sarcasm?

Mei Siren immediately realized something, not lowering his head at all, calm and collected but secretly flipping the fan over:

"Well said, well said."

...

"Bazhun’an wins."

At All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, Kong Yuhen had already acquired the secondary plane door, some words would be appropriate to say.

Just now Bazhun’an merely suggested opening a window.

The windows of All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion could naturally be opened.

Bazhun’an’s aim was certainly beyond looking at the scenery outside the window; rather, he aimed to head to the arena and stabilize the situation.

Kong Yuhen understood.

Having acquired the secondary plane door, this convenience could be extended; thus, he went along.

After an exchange of blows, narrowly winning half a move, but still a victory.

Kong Yuhen wouldn’t spoil the moment with cold water, yet he wanted to hear Bazhun’an’s direct evaluation of Hua Changdeng.

"Just a clever trick."

Bazhun’an didn’t take the victory to heart, "After years apart, he still keeps up Yunshan descendant’s pretenses, had he revealed Will Ghost earlier, matters would be fewer, the one retreating should have been me."

"Bazhun’an’s ’Sword Me’..." Kong Yuhen probed slightly.

"Do you want to try?"

Seeing the other party’s faint smile, Kong Yuhen immediately shook his head, shifted the topic:

"Having exchanged moves, Bazhun’an, do you have confidence in the upcoming situation?"

He wasn’t really asking about the situation, but indirectly querying about Hua Changdeng, yet the true battle hadn’t commenced, who would know if there’d be variables?

Even odds?

Take a gamble?

Bazhun’an never uttered meaningless words, gazing at Kong Yuhen with a smile: "You can always turn back, want to stand with them, go ahead, I don’t mind, but what about Xu Xiaoshou?"

Of course that was not his intention... Kong Yuhen stopped asking, it was indeed easy to be misunderstood; as his thoughts shifted elsewhere, he murmured:

"Counting the time, it should be just about right."

...

"Passive System..."

On the sickbed, Xu Xiaoshou gripped the Source of Spacetime, staring at the Red Interface before him and the Reincarnation Gate, not daring to hesitate.

The unknown is thunder, uncertain of when it will explode.

Since the Time Ancestor gave him the pearl to trace everything, he must explore what needs exploring and risk what risks need taking.

Some secrets, hidden until today, should now reveal their essence.

"Come on!"

Holding the golden bead, moving his paralyzed body, Xu Xiaoshou aimed the Source of Spacetime at the Passive System’s Red Interface.

It is divided into several major passive skill sections, each listing numerous passive skill names.

But at this moment, they are not the main focus.