I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3996: Chapter 1905: Claiming the Title of Ancestor (Part 2)

The present me, the past me.

One Yang, one Yin.

This is the Two Forms.

...

"I once stepped upon the immortal path to ask the ferry of wisdom, also sailed lightly to dispel my troubled heart."

"Within the great dream, all is void, witnessing the sea merging with the sky, then realizing the Way is before me."

A distant sound echoed through the five regions.

In front of the Gate of Fengdu, Bazhun’an took a step forward.

The Taoist Sword in his hand seemed to merge into space, transforming into ripples, vanishing into nothingness.

"Tai Yi Births Water: Heavenly Unravel!"

With a resonant shout, inside and outside Yin Cao, at the singular point where water meets sky, the sea day exploded, transforming into endless sword light.

The sword light appeared in a dazzling white, illuminating the entire divine palace Yin Cao, and with a thunderous roar, it severed the Gate of Fengdu.

But it did not disappear beyond the gate; rather, it continued forward, tearing through the Path Principles, tearing through the divine palace’s seal, ripping open a massive gash, connecting to the External Spiritual Quality Mountain from when the divine palace first descended.

The sword light then turned pure black, darkening the entire Lingyu Mountain covered in snow, likewise breaking through space, breaking through the Dao Method, merging with the incoming white sword light from outside the divine palace Yin Cao, colliding.

"Boom——"

The sword waves pushed through Yin Cao.

Also pushed towards the five regions from Lingyu Mountain.

The hidden Ancient War God Platform within Ghost Buddha Realm suddenly revealed four pillars, generated Dao Chain shackles, yet they were chopped into clanging noises, seemingly on the verge of breaking.

The interwoven black and white sword light crossed realms, circulating as one, converging to form a massive Eight Trigrams Yin-Yang Fish pattern, stuck between the divine palace Yin Cao and Shengshen Continent.

This grindstone-like Eight Trigrams Sword Diagram, heavy and sluggish, balanced in power, when the Yin-Yang fish within wriggled fiercely, twisted sharply, rotating black and white.

"Boom!"

The Netherworld shook once again.

This time, the power of the Eight Trigrams Sword Diagram stuck between the divine palace and Shengshen Continent completely ground through the shackles, breaking open a massive gash in the Netherworld.

Light poured in.

The Gate of Fengdu exploded, revealing the interior view.

With startled eyes, everyone looked, seeing the rushing Water of Oblivion pouring from midair, with bones floating and ghosts wailing.

And within Fengdu, atop the River of Oblivion, hanging high was a phantom and massive half-body, clad in a black robe, eyes containing will-o-wisp, surrounded by pure Aura of the God of Death.

That phantom and massive face suddenly moved, with spiritual, appreciating, approving eyes...

"Hua Changdeng!"

Just one glance, everyone recognized it.

This was the Lord of Phantom City, always hidden behind others, sending all generals to their deaths, Hua Changdeng.

His status, extremely unstable.

Not languishing, but so strong it’s chaotic, terrifyingly strong!

The black mist sea that fell into the ten cities of Yin Cao earlier was now transforming into streams of pure energy, swallowed by the will-o-wisp.

Within the divine palace Yin Cao severed by the Taoist Sword Heavenly Unravel, it also began to crumble, turning into black streamers, infusing into his body.

Amidst shadow and light, within Fengdu, one could clearly see the spectacle of the eighteen levels of hell, with incomparably grand power, full of oppressive might.

There was the Tongue-pulling Hell, Iron Tree Hell, Copper Pillar Hell, Oil Pot Hell...

The fierce ghosts undergoing punishment within, some not even weaker than the ten Yama of the halls before Yin Cao’s augmentation.

Even the Kun Peng skeleton of the Oil Pot Hell had an aura far surpassing it.

If released, there would inevitably be a great battle.

But, they were all shattered!

At the moment when the divine palace Yin Cao was cleaved open, all eighteen levels of hell collapsed as if the world was crumbling, began to collapse.

The countless fragments and energy exploded, all infused into the hanging Aura of the God of Death black-robed half-body phantom of Hua Changdeng.

While the Holy Emperor level spirits, like the Kun Peng skeleton that couldn’t be destroyed timely, were directly swallowed in one gulp.

"Buzz..."

Above Lingyu, the calamity cloud gathered.

This scene was no longer seen through the transmission images by each household’s miraculous fruit, but everyone in the five regions could look up and see.

That calamity cloud, tribulation thunder, its level, height, was clearly not below the third tribulation of Bazhun’an earlier, which is to say...

"Ancestral God’s Tribulation?!"

...

"Cluck cluck!"

The Black Chicken stood on Yu Zhiwen’s shoulder, looking up.

With the divine palace Yin Cao split, everyone within Ghost Buddha Realm was all ejected, returning once more to the surroundings of Fusang City.

"Run?"

Yu Zhiwen was stunned, she had not yet withdrawn her mind from the hastily seen Kun Peng skeleton earlier.

Although not fully understanding, Xu Xiaoshou’s words she followed without question, she dared not think more, immediately grabbing Li Fuyu and Yue Gongnu, beginning the escape from Ghost Buddha Realm.

"Hua borrowed the power of eight hands to clear the divine palace Yin Cao of the Ghost Ancestor’s Branding accumulated over a billion years of Aura of the God of Death."

"Then borrowed the Taoist Sword Heavenly Unravel’s power, smashing the divine palace Yin Cao of his own accord, collecting all energy, merging into self."

"This power, is more than enough to attain Godhood-Sealing and Ancestor!"

Listening to Yu Zhiwen’s chicken-talk interpretation beside her, Yue Gongnu could not help but keep focusing back on Little brat: "Then, what about him?"

"Bazhun’an preserves the whole person’s beauty, with the same idea of using other mountains’ rock to craft a better jade."

"Attempting to use Hua Changdeng’s Ancestral God Realm to grind the Sword Me, on the verge of further advancement."

All are madmen!

After explaining Xu Xiaoshou’s chicken-talks, Yu Zhiwen finally understood the string of not daring to confirm surmises when being in divine palace earlier.

Indeed, ancient swordsman training to the end really compared who was crazier.

Although it’s said, under great momentum, one doesn’t become a madman, one doesn’t survive.

Yu Zhiwen was calmer than Yue Gongnu, thought earlier of the key point: "Then the Ancestral God Fate Chart, doesn’t Hua Changdeng lack the Ancestral God Fate Chart and does not wish to bind it? The path he wants to take is..."

"Cluck cluck!"

"The old path?"

"Cluck cluck!"

"First seal the Ancestral God, not seeking the Ancestral God Fate Chart, but inevitably attracting the Three Ancestors from beyond the realm—they, if unable to kill Bazhun’an, can’t swallow Medicine Ghost the Second Ancestor, can’t seize their Ancestral God Fate Charts and Dao, then must perish."

"If everything succeeds, the most basic result as well, Hua Changdeng aims to reach the current Demon Ancestor level, that is ’Two in One’."