I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3914: Chapter 1875: Claiming Supremacy (Part 2)

He formed a seal with his hands, raising two fingers.

It’s not just Force; it’s the Ten Thousand Sword Technique. Could there be a hint of ancient sword technique?

In an instant, the Power Upanishad Formation rose from below to above, growing smaller as it ascended, then converged into a golden point above Bazhun’an’s head, bursting open and releasing endless golden waves into the sky.

"Buzz!!!"

An immense pressure descended from the heavens.

Behind Bazhun’an, a massive and ethereal black-crowned emperor figure gradually appeared, resembling the imagery of Present Gods and Buddhas within the Heart Sword Technique, embodying the culmination of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique’s aura.

This figure held the Supreme Emperor Sword in one hand and the Emperor’s Seal in the other, commanding authority over the Four Seas, too imposing to look upon directly. At Bazhun’an’s voice, the imperial apparition brandished the sword and stamped the Emperor’s Seal into the void, its majestic voice suppressing the five regions:

"By this decree: All Swords to the Master."

...

City of the Dead Bodhisattva.

Beibei raised her eyes in a daze, staring at the emperor figure, towering to break through the clouds, utterly entranced.

"Ancient sword technique: Emperor’s Seal?"

"Sword Ancestor Legend" records: The swords of the world must respect the Sword Ancestor, adhere to the ’Emperor’s Seal’. Once stamped, no sword is exempt, no disobedience allowed."

"Not only the 21 Famed Swords, the Five Great Divine Instruments of Chaos, including Shang Xuan Sword among the nine supreme divine weapons, and all spiritual swords of the Sword God era on the Inscription Stele, have been marked with the ’Emperor’s Seal’ by the Sword God."

"’Absolute Imperial Control’, ’Emperor’s Seal’, ’Supreme Emperor Sword’, the union of these three is the real ’absolute’, which allows no defiance."

"But hasn’t the Emperor’s Seal been lost?"

"All the ancient sword techniques have been lost, except the Fifty-four Sword Steps Li Fuyu brought out from the sword tower..."

Beibei’s thoughts halted.

She was stunned, convinced the ancient sword technique of the Emperor’s Seal was lost.

Either Bazhun’an has been to the sword tower, but whether the sword tower has the Emperor’s Seal, and if so, whether it’s divulged, are both doubtful.

The remaining possibility is:

"A master of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique could deduce the ’Emperor’s Seal’ from the Power Upanishad Formation..."

"But isn’t that a legend?"

"Isn’t a legend supposed to mean it’s impossible?"

"The Feng family in the Southern Region has majorly practiced the Ten Thousand Sword Technique for so many years, yet with the sword pavilion, they couldn’t deduce the ’Emperor’s Seal’ of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique!"

Beibei stared dumbfounded at her hand’s sword.

The sword in the hand of the black-crowned emperor figure behind Bazhun’an was an enlarged version of her own Supreme Emperor Sword.

But the real Supreme Emperor Sword was evidently still in her hand, yet he deployed the Emperor’s Seal?

"All Swords to the Master!"

And as the distant emperor figure issued this decree, the sword in her hand flew skyward of its own accord, breaking free from its restrictions, soaring into the distance.

"Hey!"

Beibei panicked, hurriedly reaching out to grasp it.

Yet the Supreme Emperor Sword was drawn into the spacetime turbulence by an unknown force, completely vanishing without a trace.

"?"

A question mark popped up over Beibei’s head, then she suddenly realized: "Time Dao? Use first, compensate later, borrow without returning?"

With a cry, Beibei sped off with her short legs, rushing out of the City of the Dead Bodhisattva, heading towards Lingyu Mountain:

"Thief! Ya ya ya!"

"Damn Bazhun’an, the Emperor’s Sword is mine! Mine! Give it back to me!"

...

Eastern Region, Fringe Moon Immortal City.

Previously, after Hua Changdeng descended upon the five regions, the swords suspended in mid-air had long since returned to their respective sword-bearers.

Yet when in the Central Region’s Lingyu Mountain, Bazhun’an’s imperial figure commanded:

"All Swords to the Master!"

One command, and an even more terrifying phenomenon occurred.

All swords spanned the sky, transforming into a sword flow, surging towards the west, crossing great mountains and rivers, rushing towards the Central Region’s Lingyu direction.

"Ah! My sword!"

"I’m not in the front lines, I don’t acknowledge your Bazhun’an, don’t confiscate my sword!"

"No way, even the tenth-grade spiritual sword I bought for 1,562 spirit crystals? Are you desperate for wealth, Bazhun’an?"

...

"All Swords to the Master!"

At the Burial Sword Tomb, countless pilgrims watched as the sword flow surged, rushing towards the Central Region, powerless to stop it.

Not only the pilgrims’ swords, but even the famed swords of old in the Burial Sword Tomb’s Sword Washing Pool, and nearly famed swords, were heading towards Bazhun’an.

"Eighth Sword Deity..."

At this moment, everyone gazed at that distant emperor figure, mouths agape, feeling like they were witnessing a divine occurrence.

The Eastern Region had been silent for thirty years, yet the scene of "All Swords to the Eight" has returned!

"It’s over, it’s over!"

Inside the Burial Sword Tomb, beside the Sword Washing Pool, Wen Ting laughed while slapping his thigh, stomping and dancing:

"All swords are gone, you’re left behind!"

"It’s over, it’s over, everything’s over, explode, Qingju!"

"Reverted to a Mortal Sword, inferior even to tenth grade, you’ve missed your last chance to see him!"

"Ah, hahahaha..."

Qingju was silent.

Qingju cried in anger.

...

"They’re gone; all have passed!"

In the Feng Family City, a Sword Sea briefly covered the sky, then cleared in an instant, heading northward en masse, a truly magnificent sight.

At the Feng Family Mansion, all the Feng family members heard the ancient bells chime outside the sword pavilion, the pavilion doors opened wide, and several treasured swords swiftly poured out.

"Dragon Pattern, Star Pluck, Heavenly Calamity, Dark Curse..."

"Good heavens, after a century, the sword pavilion has never been moved, and now, even the swords bonded by contract emerged?"

"No! It’s not just a summoning; they’ve gone! The swords of the sword pavilion couldn’t withstand the summoning force, all called by Bazhun’an... wait, is that?"

"Chasing Moon!!!"

The Feng family members were almost driven mad.

Everyone watched incredulously as the last sword emerged from the sword pavilion, the three-foot-long sword appearing with lunar brilliance, reversing Yin and Yang, grabbing their heads in disbelief.

"The ancestral sword of Feng Wuhen, Chasing Moon!"

"Hasn’t Chasing Moon emerged for tens of thousands of years?"

"Worry not, Chasing Moon is the ancestral saber, it hasn’t been sealed with the ’Emperor’s Seal’, so it shouldn’t heed Bazhun’an’s call... ah?"

"It’s over! The Chasing Moon Patriarch got excited! Chasing Moon joined the commotion too!"