I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3978: Chapter 1899: Near Godhood

The remnants of the sunset struggled to penetrate the sinister haze of the Ghost Buddha Realm.

Passing through the Sword Sea and falling onto the boundless white snow, the entire mountain was filled with mulberry, and the branches were tinged with desolation.

"Sshh..."

The sound of the wind remained, as did the sound of the snow.

The Sword Ancestor had left, and Gu, Xiao, and Lei were taken away too.

Raising their eyes, they looked into the void, where only two solemn figures remained, their auras as desolate as the winter cold.

The sky was like an overturned bowl, protecting the myriad of beings inside, while also obscuring the scenery outside.

Thus, everything became unknown.

Humans are spiritual beings, born with a premonition of danger.

Even though the current situation was unclear, without looking back or blinking, they instinctively glanced at the two ancient swordsmen in the void.

The cultivators around the mountain all felt a chill on their backs and unconsciously stepped back a few paces, leaving a large battlefield space.

Hong Niang clutched the Golden Apricot, feeling an unease.

She frowned, murmuring to herself and the millions of apricots projected from the transmission scene:

"There’s a feeling, as if a mountain storm is coming..."

Buzz!

The words had just left her mouth.

Uniformly, the void Sword Sea roared and trembled, tens of thousands of swords spread in a pair-winged formation.

Bazhun’an walked slowly out of the blank Sword Flow, the solemn expression on his face gradually relaxed, eventually turning into a long sigh:

"The glamor of the past is no more, red powdered flesh is just bones."

"Brother Hua, I overestimated the Sword Ancestor, and also this 21 Famed Swords. The so-called ’True Creation,’ who would have thought it was just a joke."

He turned his palm upwards.

The singing within the Sword Sea grew louder.

Except for the Ghost Hunter in Hua Changdeng’s hand, the other famed swords, including the masterless Evil Sword and the past-reaching Divine-beating Crutch...

All of them returned!

Twenty famed swords revolved around Bazhun’an, making him appear extraordinarily heroic.

Bazhun’an raised his head, looking forward, his black hair fluttering, his sword cognition spreading furiously, intertwining with the twenty famed swords, his aura growing higher.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

Sword cognition arose from the famed swords, flowing into Bazhun’an’s body, and after being nurtured and strengthened within, flowed back to the sword bodies of the famed swords.

A cycle without end.

The famed swords seemed to shed dust, their brilliance even brighter.

Bazhun’an was like a blade drawn from its sheath, his battle intent rising steadily.

Not long after, as the winds and snow of Lingyu Mountain halted, the Sword Sea’s ten thousand swords behind him spread like wings, buzzing in unison, shooting forth radiant silver light, all absorbed by Bazhun’an.

"Indestructible Sword Body..."

At a glance, Hua Changdeng recognized that the gap Bazhun’an lacked thirty years ago had been perfectly filled after thirty years.

And just as the other had said, he could also see that 21 Famed Swords, pointing to profound mysteries, was not simply that.

The sudden emergence of the Sword Ancestor suppressed the true ’True Creation.’

It was evident that those above did not wish to see them standing on the shoulders of giants to verify the Way of the Sword.

The Gu they nurtured could only have one survivor.

Unable to forge a new path, in the end, they would still perish.

Even disregarding the True Creation contained within the 21 Famed Swords, Hua and Ba could still debate the Way, and perhaps spark some inspiration.

But...

Is there still time?

Hua Changdeng rubbed the sword ball in his hand, silently shook his head, carefully hiding it and tucking it into his chest.

No time left!

Going to the Sword Tower is courting death.

Waiting and watching is also death.

When the Third Ancestor loses patience, or finds a breach to descend upon the five regions, if their work remains unfinished, both parties would be obliterated into nothingness.

Only one path to survival remains.

Battle!

Nurture the sword through battle, nurture humans through the sword, failing to achieve Godhood-Sealing and Ancestor is to meet with physical death and the dispersal of one’s Dao!

Rumble...

Lingyu Mountain shook slightly, wind and snow rolled, everyone retreated again and again in shock.

Bazhun’an was gathering momentum.

Hua Changdeng also drew out the Ghost Hunter.

The two stood as equals, conveying only one message to the world.

There is no need to be concerned about the whereabouts of Gu, Xiao, and Lei, nor to observe the situation outside the bowl, just focus on the present, look at today.

"It’s coming..."

Hong Niang held the Golden Apricot, striding with long legs, running to the back, while excitedly shouting: "They’re about to fight!"

The cultivators of Lingyu Mountain scattered like birds and beasts.

Each wished they could sprout wings, fearing being caught in the aftermath of the battle.

Only now did everyone realize, they were too close.

The distance for observing a debate was fine.

But when the two truly clashed with battle intent, the mere collision of their auras nearly shattered hearts and minds.

"Run!"

"Run down the mountain!"

"Even the sky can’t remain, a single strike could shatter it..."

That was the sensible choice.

As they ran, everyone felt a feverish excitement.

Shattering is good, fighting is good, if pointing to mysteries failed to show the Sword Ancestor’s so-called scenery behind the door, these two might yet offer higher enlightenment.

"Swish swish swish!"

High in the sky, the sword cognition spat and erupted into a wild frenzy.

Bazhun’an’s surroundings extended a hundred feet, his realm formed of substantial silver sword cognition.

At a glance, it stirred a terrifying tremor in the heart.

There was a sense that in the next breath, it couldn’t hold, everything about him could explode.

Yet even so, the tens of thousands of swords in the Sword Sea, the surging sword energy continued to pour into Bazhun’an’s body, pushing that sword cognition domain outward, seemingly without limit.

One hundred feet...

Three hundred feet...

Five hundred feet...

The Eighth Sword Deity was no longer the Eighth Sword Deity, he became a bottomless abyss, attempting to burst himself?

"When seeking outwardly bears no fruit, everything should be sought from within."

"Brother Hua, the mysteries of the Sword Ancestor were not demonstrated for you; perhaps my Hidden Sword Technique could provide you with three points of enlightenment..."

Bazhun’an’s eyes shot out dazzling sword light.

When the myriad sword forces filled him, his voice, distinctly from his throat, sounded as if birthing weapons from a forge, clanging incessantly:

"Ten thousand swords, return as one!"