I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 4019: Chapter 1913: Pillar Slaughter

"Third Realm!"

"The Eighth Sword Deity, yet another Third Realm, and the sword opens the Mystical Gate of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique!"

Within the thousand-year dream, after Bazhun’an gave up his physique, countless people from the five regions sank back into the dream realm.

Naturally, in this dream without the constraint of distance, even those in the Southern Region could witness with their naked eyes the opening of another Mystical Gate.

Ancient swordsmen from all over were thoroughly stirred into excitement.

If previously they entered the path through illusion and dream, and if the sword opened the mystery, then Bazhun’an’s achievements were comparable to the Sword Ancestor Gu Louying.

After all, one mastered the emotion sword technique opening the third realm, the other through the Fantasy Sword Technique, different paths but at the same height.

Even if scrutinized further, the difference lay only in the insignificant "Ancestral God" realm.

Bazhun’an was not yet an Ancestral God.

Yet, everyone was clear about Bazhun’an’s combat strength, which had long reached the level of an Ancestral God.

Now, with the thousand-year dream not yet ending, another Mystical Gate opened.

What does this signify?

The Sword Ancestor Gu Louying only reached the third realm through the emotion sword technique!

"Bazhun’an, the new generation Sword God?"

"His achievements, at this moment, have already surpassed Sword God Gu Louying."

"Witnessing history again, I said the Eastern Region’s Holy Sword Land would surely produce a Sword God!"

"The Eighth Sword Deity did not deceive me, did not disappoint me!"

The ancient swordsmen who majored in the Fantasy Sword Technique were already immersed in the thousand-year dream, unwilling to extricate themselves.

Now, even those who majored in the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, led by the Feng family of the Southern Region, were equally captivated.

But the sword opened the clearest presentation of the Third Realm, Bazhun’an brought it to everyone in the five regions.

It is easy to see.

Easy to understand.

Yet, making it one’s own is as hard as ascending to the heavens!

"Entering the path through dreams, the illusion invites ancient swordsmen of all generations, essentially supplementing the deficiency in the Sword Ancestor’s Fantasy Sword Technique within the Time Dao, advancing boldly in ’time’..."

"Can’t learn it, simply can’t learn it. To cultivate a sword, I must also comprehend the Time Dao, refine space attributes Upanishad during spiritual cultivation, and how many are there?"

"This Ten Thousand Sword Technique is even tougher! The first step, based on the phrase ’Lonely Tower Frost Moon Night, Ten Thousand Swords Boiling Chrysanthemum Autumn’, is stepping on the Sword Ancestor’s head, and the second step must combine the Sword Sea and 21 Famed Swords, the most crucial..."

"’Half a foot of Qingju Bone, proud for a thousand years without end’, the prerequisite for practicing this sword requires mastering the thousand-year dream, gathering the ’famed’ power of famous sword cultivators from all eras?"

The Outworldly Sword Bone and sword phrases emerged, coupled with a vivid interpretation of the sword opening mystery, the most intuitive manifestation akin to a profound enlightenment for the ancient swordsmen of the five regions.

Those most elusive and profound comprehension of path principles blossomed before their eyes, unveiling both process and answers.

It can be said, any ancient swordsman, with the foundation and heritage akin to Bazhun’an, could learn this sword just by glancing, mastering it thoroughly.

But the despair lies here: whether it be the thousand-year dream or the Outworldly Sword Bone, the "foundation" they require is too high.

Forget the new generation of Seven Sword Deities, even the previous generation like Mei Siren, Feng Tingchen, and Gou Wuyue can’t touch the foundational sky-high pillar that Bazhun’an stands on.

Even the last generation figures like Mei Siren, Feng Tingchen, and Gou Wuyue, lacked such simultaneous mastery over ’Time’, ’Kill’, ’Force’, and ’Fame’!

"Bazhun’an..."

Gou Wuyue looked up, feeling a sense of illusion as if viewing something unattainably lofty.

Only one!

The only one in the world!

The Path of the Ancient Swordsman contains a total of one talent stone, Bazhun’an alone occupies ten out of ten, henceforth all swordsmen in the world will merely touch its surface in their sword practice.

The Sword Ancestor initiated the Path of the Ancient Swordsman into "One," and Bazhun’an comprehensively mastered and expanded it, walked out "Two," and from now on he is the second in the Way of the Sword, no one dare call themselves the first, not even Gu Louying.

Most crucially...

This person opened two Mystical Gates with his sword, yet has not become a god nor claimed the title of ancestor!

"Heaven and Earth, how can such a monstrous talent be born?"

Gou Wuyue’s eyes couldn’t suppress a tinge of envy.

Thirty years ago, he too stood atop the heads of the Five Domains’ talents, earning a place among the Ten High Nobles, alongside other geniuses.

Thirty years later, before Bazhun’an who also holds a place among the Ten High Nobles, he felt dissatisfied, lamenting just like those ants he defeated under his sword back then, his Dao heart thus stirred.

"Creation, how unfair!"

...

Outsiders saw comprehension.

Insiders felt nothing but a killing aura.

The Mystical Gate of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique did not unfold in the shape of a ’gate’, but rather as flourishing chrysanthemums of kill intent.

Each golden petal flowed with sharpness and edge, unlike the seamless roundness of the thousand-year dream, but rather jutting out prominently like an unsheathed sword!

"Outworldly... Sword Bone..."

Hua Changdeng murmured to himself, as if completely forgetting he was one of the protagonists on the battlefield, his gaze captivated by the autumn chrysanthemums’ beauty and the grandeur of ten thousand swords.

The thousand-year dream had obviously come to a halt, and there was no illusion or guidance to ensnare and puzzle the heart.

"Crack!"

A sound of cracking from somewhere raised Hua Changdeng’s spirits, sending his mind floating amid countless contemplations.

Hua Changdeng was entrapped...

Once upon a time, under Master Siren’s tutelage, he, too, questioned the sword, genuinely fell in love with it.

The demi-saint family stood lofty above the clouds.

The ants of the five regions pursued the path their entire lives, even reaching the pinnacle, they had to like Ai Cangsheng and Gou Wuyue, be trapped on the Stairway to Heaven, with no way upward.

Therefore, in Hua Changdeng’s world, there was never a contender below the Stairway to Heaven.

Among the five families, the only swordsman capable of keeping pace with him was Rao Yaoyao of the Wu Rao Emperor Realm.

But even she started three days behind, and in the end, it took her more than thirty years to catch up.

The old friends have faded, unworthy of mention.

Thought this life would have no equals, yet didn’t expect that on the path of sword cultivation, one day a certain name would crash into his vision.