I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 4018: Chapter 1912: Sword Bone (Part 3)

How can one receive another sword from Bazhun’an, even if it’s as weak as a first realm or second realm sword?

After becoming aware, he immediately realized that while exposed in the Great Dream World, he was wide open and defenseless, in the most dangerous state.

"Spirit ghost, return!"

In the real world, Bazhun’an had already conceded.

Given his vengeful nature, he won’t let it go easily. If the spirit ghost arrives too late, big trouble could arise.

Not just the spirit ghost, even Hua Changdeng summoned the Holy Emperor Kun Peng to assist in defense.

— There’s no way to attack now!

The Great Dream World is Bazhun’an’s domain.

His only vulnerability is the weak physique in the real world, a point he’s chosen to abandon.

With this move, Bazhun’an gambled on his next sword, forcing Hua Changdeng to face spear with shield.

What luck!

Though the divine palace Yin Cao is shattered, the remaining power can converge.

The Sword Demon combines three swords for Golden Immunity defense.

And Bazhun’an, having lost his body, with only spirit and intent left, what strange sword can he still produce in this Great Dream World?

If he hasn’t achieved Ancestral God, it’s all futile!

Unless... no, there’s no "unless," how could he possibly have enough power left to reopen Mystical Gate?

Thinking this far, Bazhun’an took a step forward, lips parted lightly!

"Lonely!..."

This word made Hua Changdeng’s pupils tremble, and his scalp tingled.

One step, one sword, one word, one song...

This scene, how similar it is to the youthful Bazhun’an during the War of the Ten High Nobles? Similar to when he previously opened Mystical Gate and used the Great Dream World?

Having failed to become the Phantom Ancestor, being forcibly interrupted during ascension, can he now attempt another sword?

"Impossible!"

Hua Changdeng couldn’t believe.

The Fantasy Sword Technique is Bazhun’an’s specialty; reopening Mystical Gate is understandable.

Among the Nine Major Sword Techniques, even the God of Sword, Gu Louying, could only open the emotion sword technique. Can Bazhun’an open a second door?

"Dream on!"

Shut up...

Stop it...

Go die for me, Ancestor!

The disorder in the Harmonization state, coupled with the excitement stirred by the sound, made Hua Changdeng realize he was out of control, somewhat overwhelmed.

In a panic, he instantly reached out:

"My command: Phantom City!"

With a booming sound, the Dream Realm descended into Phantom City.

The shattered divine palace Phantom City, with its blurry interior still reshaping, Hua Changdeng wanted Phantom City to protect him while trying to collide it.

If it were possible, he wished it would crush Bazhun’an’s spirit and intent, smash his incessantly yammering mouth.

"I hesitated..."

The sudden calmness made Hua Changdeng wary, hesitating caused him to miss the best moment, fixed in place, unable to act.

In the eyes of others, he appeared frightened by a single word from Bazhun’an.

Instinctively, he used Phantom City to shield himself, wrapping like a densely layered flower bud, aiming to enclose himself within the divine palace.

Facing him, Bazhun’an indeed without a body, with only remnants of spirit and intent, held only the dream illusionary Qingju.

Even so, he dared to step forward!

Step by step...

Despite being wide open and unguarded, dared to raise a sword and approach him!

...

"Lonely Building Frost Moon Night..."

...

Shut up!

Hua Changdeng’s eyes turned red; two selves appeared in his mind.

One was his ancient swordsman self, advising him to take the imagery of the Lonely Building, at best reaching Sword Ancestor level. As a newly sealed Sword Ancestor, Bazhun’an’s sword at its highest can’t open Mystical Gate or breakthrough his defense, so he could advance.

The other was his black-robed Spirit Dao self, advising him that the Great Dream World remains intact, Bazhun’an’s sword power is at its peak. Since choosing defense, don’t make reckless moves to avoid exposing flaws, lest buried by Bazhun’an’s second sword, though impossible, it warrants safeguarding against the Dream World’s Fantasy Sword Technique!

As if poured with icy water, Hua Changdeng awoke again.

He realized that due to hesitation, delay, he opted for "stopping."

"Sword Demon!"

Having missed twice.

He resolutely chose to guard.

Hua Changdeng summoned the Sword Demon three swords to anchor himself, raising the Hundred Ghosts Altar.

He wanted to see what heights Bazhun’an’s second sword could reach!

...

"Countless swords bubbling autumn..."

...

Whoa!

Suddenly, the entire world fell silent.

With two lines of sword phrase spoken, Hua Changdeng knew trouble was coming.

He saw thousands upon thousands of ancient swordsmen who should have vanished, suddenly halt their steps.

They weren’t dead.

After Bazhun’an anchored his voice, they transformed into golden chrysanthemum petals, blossoming tenderly yellow, rushing into Bazhun’an’s body.

The power, too, surged forward!

The Great Dream World now devoid of other scenery.

The Lonely Building under the silver moon formed, then dyed golden by the bleak autumn hues. In the end, only a chrysanthemum full of murderous intent bloomed at Bazhun’an’s feet.

Each petal engraved with divine path patterns, standing a venerable ancient swordsman.

Featuring the God of Sword, Gu Louying, the Holy Swordsman Feng Wuhen, Nine Major Sword Saints, the Cloaked Traveler, Tai Yi Master, Ling Cang...

With swords and sword-bearers renowned through all ages, they collectively supported Bazhun’an, the pinnacle of sword path’s Lonely Building.

Beneath ancient swordsmen, golden chrysanthemums, full of murderous intent, began to blossom, petals countless, fluttering around.

Hua Changdeng’s vision dimmed, unsure if lost in Ghost Ancestor memories or stunned by the current imagery.

He was once an ancient swordsman.

How couldn’t he know.

Using ten thousand swords to enter the path, deploying killing intent layout, imagery beyond just Sword God, under the Great Dream World, leveraging the collective force of thousands upon thousands ancient swordsmen to decree one sword...

Isn’t this the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, what is it then?

And based on third realm Great Dream World, the sword that can emerge, this sword...

Would it be Absolute Imperial Control?

Would it be Wrath of the Great Crimson God?

Even these wouldn’t use chrysanthemum killing intent for entry, nor borrow "names" of thousands ancient swordsmen!

...

"Lonely Building Frost Moon Night, countless swords bubbling autumn."

"Half-foot Qingju Bone, thousand years proud unyielding."

...

With each poem, a sword; with each sword, a song.

Bazhun’an steps forward, treading on the imagery of the God of Sword’s Lonely Building, initiating the killing arrays named throughout history.

He raises not personal pride, but the indomitable spirit bones of millions of ancient swordsmen through countless epochs.

Just as the broken dream sword Qingju in his hand, broken yet void, ever indomitable!

As the sword is.

So am I.

We are so, millions of ancient swordsmen have been.

"Ten Thousand Sword Technique·Third Realm·World-shaking Sword Bone!"