I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1910

Chapter 1786 Recognition

Hua Changdeng did not mention much about that battle.

He also did not say who challenged whom, what he was thinking about whether to accept the fight, or the whole process of the fight.

There is no right or wrong in the dispute over the great way.

Xu Xiaoshou stopped asking questions, but that didn’t mean he thought the same way.

“Dao Zheng…”

His first encounter with the struggle for the Great Dao was probably in the White Cave, when the Eight Zun’an invited him to join the Holy Slave.

He began to understand the struggle for the Great Dao, perhaps it was in the deep sea, the water ghost pointed out that the struggle for the Great Dao was bound to result in bloodshed.

He fully understood the struggle for the Great Dao, perhaps it was after the Void Island, at the end of the God’s Relics, and in the battle for love for the common people…

“Do you really understand?”

Half a year ago, Xu Xiaoshou felt that he understood.

He felt that his Tao was different from that of the people of the time, and different from the Eight Zun’an, Dao Qiongcang and others.

At least, he would just talk a few words and would not kill many people who should not have died in order to find the way.

So that night, in the conversation with Erzhu and Mr. Siren, he came up with the definition of the first building in the sky – to end mistakes and rewrite the future.

Very arrogant tone!

Xu Xiaoshou is still practicing it today.

Meeting Hua Changdeng today, after hearing what he said, Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t help but fall into thought again:
“In the process of chasing the Tao, since we all know that one general’s success is based on the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers, what are you all trying to achieve?”

Or to put it another way:
“What is the end of the Tao?”

Do the Tenth Ancestor count?
But the Tenth Ancestor still has the reincarnation of the Fourth Ancestor.

The Holy Ancestor was unwilling to accept this, and subsequently turned into a demon. The life and death of the medicine ghost is still unknown.

Even the ancestor of magic, who had completed the journey from “two” to “one”, was still ambitious after becoming a demon and did not stop.

So, is the end of the Tao desire, power, and interest?

If so, “ending mistakes and rewriting future generations” is not also an absolute protection of one’s own way and an absolute criticism of the way of others – in essence, isn’t it still “control”?

Tao, is it control?

No.

Tao, it shouldn’t be like this.

What kind of monument is there at the end of the road that makes everyone flock to it and devote their entire lives to leaving their names on it?
“It seems that not everyone is like this…”

Xu Xiaoshou thought of loving the common people again.

Compared to the other ambitious ones among the Ten Lords, Ai Cangsheng is the one who knows best what he wants in his heart.

He does not deliberately seek the end of the Tao.

He possessed the Eye of the Great Dao, and seemed to be the only one who could see through the essence of the Great Dao, so he chose…

Stop?
Love the common people, not seek the truth.

He sat on the top of the holy mountain, wanting only to complete the mission assigned to him.

He told himself that the top of the laurel tree and the bottom of the ladder to heaven was the end of his path and the destination, and there was no need to chase upwards.

“Is it because he is not an ambitious person and his ambitions are not big?”

No!

Perhaps in the eyes of those who love the world, Tao is nothingness.

What good is it to get something that is illusory, and what is the regret of losing it?

Think about it from another perspective. Under the trend of greed, everyone in the world is paranoid. Only those who love the common people are the ones who have the whole Tao!
He figured out the Tao and identified me.

Until today, half a year later, Xu Xiaoshou read Hua Weiyang’s words again and gained something new:
“It is easy to transcend the Tao, but it is difficult to distinguish myself.”

In this materialistic world, how many people can stick to their original aspirations?
Even if they stick to their original aspirations for their entire lives, who can guarantee that their original aspirations are correct?
“So even my path may be wrong…”

In the past, Xu Xiaoshou might have fallen into confusion because of such thinking, and then would not have been able to get out of the vortex of self-trapping.

Now, he looked at Hua Changdeng, who had just finished telling the story of Old Yu, with a calm expression on his face, and his fists clenched, with murderous intent in his eyes.

“But, so what?”

No one is nobler than anyone else.

In this case, there is no need to think too much.

Whether the Tao is just or evil, it all comes down to one sentence: those who kill will be killed.

“Woo——”

The Zhongyuan Realm has fallen into darkness, and the cold wind is howling.

The matchmaker was crawling on the ground. As someone in the situation, she felt the deepest.

Before the incident with Old Yu came out, Shou Ye’s calmness didn’t seem fake. He could chat with Hua Changdeng about everything under the sun. They were rivals and admired each other.

It’s different now, completely different.

These two people clearly haven’t done anything yet, but they have already started to confront each other with a fierce attitude, which seems to be a life-and-death battle.

Maybe just a change of one sentence…

Peace will be broken!

The storm is coming!

“I can see that you still have doubts.”

On the other hand, as an opponent, Hua Changdeng could see more clearly than anyone else the raging waves that the young man in front of him was suppressing beneath the calm sea.

He had experienced a lot in the world and was unmoved by the murderous intent. He said calmly,
“I haven’t seen a young man as courageous as you in a long time. At this age, to be able to achieve such an achievement is indeed something to be proud of.”

“If you have any more questions, feel free to ask.”

Is this a gift?

If you meet me as a brave person, you can get guidance, whether it is in “matters” or in “Tao”?

“Oh.”

Xu Xiaoshou laughed when he heard this.

He had experienced such a condescending tone many times along the way.

Indeed, it is not excessive for a high-ranking person, who still has the impression of being at the “Xiao Shitan Ji” stage, to have such an attitude when facing a young man who is only “relatively outstanding”.

Hua Changdeng’s confidence and courage are enough to support his words.

Xu Xiaoshou was not angry about this. Instead, he said calmly, “What a coincidence! I do have one last question.”

“speak.”

Xu Xiaoshou didn’t bother about the matter of Old Yu.

Instead, he turned his head and looked towards the north, gazing in the direction of the ghost Buddha on the top of the holy mountain in the distance, and pointed there and said,
“I have cut off one of your wills before.”

“That will seems to come from Fengdu and return to Fengdu, but in fact it penetrates through the body of the ghost Buddha and will eventually return to the body of the ghost Buddha.”

Having said this, Hua Changdeng remained expressionless.

Xu Xiaoshou paused for a moment and deduced from the fluctuations of his soul and will that the last time Hua Changdeng killed him, his will was not yet formed, he should not have noticed it at all.

In other words…

When the holy-level ghost first appeared in the ghost-Buddha world a few days ago, Hua Changdeng’s infiltration of the ghost-Buddha was far from enough.

But after a few days, he has gone from being “unconscious” to “frequently having consciousness”, and now when he appears he can bring with him the extraordinary “Fengdu phenomenon”.

The speed of becoming stronger is too fast.

This means that the real person will arrive in a few days.

What Xu Xiaoshou cared about was not the “duration”, but the “number of people” when the time came. He immediately asked:

“For this trip to the underworld, have you sent a pioneer like you to lead the way, or will you all make an appearance together?”

What does that mean?
Hua Changdeng has not yet responded.

There were more than 5 million spectators at Hongniang and Jinxing, and they all felt terrified when they heard:

“Not just Hua Jianxian?”

“From what I heard from you, the ghost Buddha will be destroyed. Are the Holy Emperors and Ancestral Gods on the Heavenly Ladder going to appear at the same time?”

“Didn’t Sheng Nu Wu Shi say it would last a year? How come it broke in half a year? It can’t protect at all!”

“No way. The Five Realms were already overwhelmed in the battle of Xu Ai. How could the Holy Spirit Continent possibly withstand their next destruction?”

“The sky is about to collapse…”

Hua Changdeng was not disturbed.

His gaze moved from the Zhongyuan Realm stone tablet to the place in the distance where the sword thoughts were emanating, and then to the ghost Buddha in the north, and responded softly:

“One person is enough.”

Crazy!
The madness of the ancient sword cultivators is truly in the bones of all sword holders.

When Hua Changdeng said this, his eyes did not even fall on Xu Xiaoshou, as if the life and death of the people in the Five Domains were all in his control.

Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t help but smile.

The stone sword at his waist, which had been held in the mouth of a black chicken, seemed to come to life after hearing the sound. It trembled with anger and was about to break through the stone.

“Not to the extent that…”

Xu Xiaoshou smiled and patted his sword, signaling everyone to stay calm.

Finally, he stretched out his index finger, gently shook it at Hua Changdeng, and said jokingly:
“Not enough.”

——Even crazier!
The discussion in the Jin Xing painting suddenly started.

Hua Changdeng even raised his eyebrows, with an expression of surprise on his face.

He never had this “Little Shi Tan Ji” or “Xu Xiaoshou” in his eyes… It didn’t matter, he was too lazy to correct the name.

The only person he cared about was the old enemy in the distance where the sword thoughts were emanating from, but the young man in front of him was even more unruly and arrogant than the Eight Lords in the past.

“hehe……”

Hua Changdeng smiled softly, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

Just as Xu Xiaoshou did not want to use his sword, he did not draw out the illusory and broken sword from his waist.

He simply slowly raised the lamp in his hand and shook it gently.

“hiss–“

The candlelight flickered.

Endless howling sounds of ghosts could be heard from inside.

Hua Changdeng looked back at the young man, pursed his lips and said, “You said you cut off a strand of my will before, so I guess you came to me this time not just to resolve the confusion in your heart.”

As soon as these words were spoken, Hongniang in the distance turned pale.

She seemed to have seen the scene of a great battle, and she was lying on the ground, retreating step by step, like a human maggot.

Xu Xiaoshou grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and said in a sunny and kind voice: “What do you think, Lao Deng?”

Chichichichi…

As soon as he finished speaking, the earth became corrupted again.

In the boiling and bubbling swamp water, it seemed as if a ghost was about to crawl out again, but this time not even its ghost hands and bone claws appeared above the ground.

All things in the world turned into blue smoke and converged into the candlelight in Hua Changdeng’s hand.

“The power of death!”

This time, everyone understood.

That green smoke was not the residual power of a dead evil spirit at all.

Even the appearance of swamp water, ghosts, etc. is just a byproduct. The root of all changes lies in the gathering of the power of death!

And the power of the god of death that was summoned and gathered from the heaven and earth, from the avenue, from the birth and death of living and dead things, was all due to Hua Changdeng’s change of thought!
“So strong…”

“How can it be so powerful with just a Saint Emperor’s will…”

Hongniang was horrified.

It’s not like she hasn’t seen strong people use the ancestral power before.

The Great Emperor Cangsheng had used the power of the evil god before. Most of the spirit refiners in the Five Realms had seen this and knew that he was using the ancestral power that he had cultivated over decades.

However, Hua Changdeng’s use of ancestral power is completely opposite.

He was so strong that he could bring out the strange vision of Senluo in the world just by accumulating the power of the god of death.

His power does not come from himself, but from everything outside of himself.

It’s like he’s sitting on the ground fishing. The ancestral power is born from the nameless and gathered in the lamp, and he can command it.

“Swish!”

The copper lamps and candlelight are bright.

The space around Hua Changdeng surged, but did not break.

Such a huge amount of the power of death was gathered and controlled in such an ordinary remaining lamp, but he was still able to maintain the balance of the fragile space around him.

“Holy Emperor…”

“Yes, Hua Jianxian is still the Holy Emperor…”

At this moment, the spectators from the five regions were suddenly awakened.

Over the past six months, under the guidance of the Master’s Dao Plate, the entire Spirit Refining World has basically known the concept of the “Ten Realms Saint Emperor”:

Only a Saint Emperor of a high realm can give birth to the ancestral power.

The rest, whether semi-saints, mid- to low-level Saint Emperors, or even more talented people…may be able to master the ancestral power in some way, but that is just “borrowing”.

Borrow, use.

A difference of one word makes a world of difference.

“Little devil…”

The night is long, and the swordsman holds a lantern.

Hua Changdeng stared at the young man in front of him.

He never had the intention of bullying the weak, but in the inheritance of ancient swordsmen, there was no such thing as “refusing to fight”.

Even if the weak are challenging the strong.

The other party wants to prove the truth and realize the truth through death.

Although it is a pity, in the battle, the ancient swordsman has always been able to assist!

So, at the site of the Guizhe ruins, Hua Changdeng, under the ghost Buddha, finally agreed to the fighting intention of the son of Kuilei Han and allowed him to use his sword.

That sword made Kui Leihan cross the border and save his son thousands of miles away.

Now, if he had the same sword, he could also give it to the ignorant little brat in front of him, but he didn’t know if this kid had a lucky star in his life…

Or rather.

Will his life or death attract the attention of the Eight Lords?
Thinking of this, Hua Changdeng raised the lamp high, with an imposing voice, and was about to speak…

“One sword!”

The young man opposite was the first to speak.

He said it lightly, like a reward from a superior to an inferior.

These words choked Hua Changdeng’s throat, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

The matchmaker was confused.

Millions of spectators at Jinxing were stunned.

Everyone clearly heard the word “one sword”, but no one knew what Shou Ye meant by emphasizing this.
In front of the only Saint Emperor among the Seven Sword Immortals of the previous generation,
Shou Ye, the world’s number one sword immortal, walked slowly in, and it was obvious that he had not stopped talking: “The previous time, it was considered a sneak attack, and the victory was not fair.”

“This has caused you, Old Deng, to not even know that I have killed you once, nor do you know how strong I am.”

What?
When the last half of the sentence came out, Hua Changdeng thought he had heard it wrong.

But it was definitely not an illusion, nor was it an illusion of swordsmanship, because the brazen little brat in front of him was still talking non-stop:
“You and I both know swordsmanship, or we can say that it all started with Mr. Siren’s teaching.”

“You have been training swords for more than thirty years ahead of me, and have now reached the level of Saint Emperor. Although I am a little slower, I am better because you are just a wisp of will at this moment, while I am the real deity.”

“Think about it from another perspective. This battle is very fair.”

fair?

Is this fair?

Not only Jin Xing and the millions of spectators were confused, Hua Changdeng seemed confused as well. Wasn’t he bullying the weak?
But this gentleman…

This “Shou Ye” did not seem to think so, and said:

“Forget it, it’s not fair. I have the advantage of location.”

He actually believed from the bottom of his heart that he, the “small one”, was bullying the “big one”. As he spoke, he took out the stone sword from his waist, raised it slowly and said:

“But I won’t bully you.”

“This sword is sheathed and sealed under a stone. It will never be unsheathed during a battle. If you can take my sword…”

Phew!
Hua Changdeng let out a long sigh of relief and was amused by it.

He has been a screen holder for thirty years, and now he has become an emperor and has reached the heaven. However, he cannot keep up with the times. Are today’s young people so interesting?

Does his “one sword” really mean that I should take his sword? Then… Hua Changdeng was very interested:

“What if you catch it?”

Xu Xiaoshou nodded slightly, like an old man, holding the simple stone sword across his chest, and said calmly:
“If you can catch it, I will recognize your title of ‘Ghost Sword Immortal’.” (End of this chapter)