I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1939

Chapter 1815: Finding the Way

Chapter 1815: Finding the Way
In the boundless darkness, no matter where you stand or how you look, you can only see thousands of fist-sized stars floating in the distance.

And hovering in this starry sky, carrying thousands of stars on its back, is an ancient and giant turtle.

“The turtle carries the starry sky, named Qianshi. The Tao comes from it, and it has been endless since ancient times”… This is the Qianshi Emperor Realm!
The Qianshi Emperor Realm is not a single spatial plane. Among the thousands of stars on the turtle’s back, the scenery is different.

Some are picturesque mountains and rivers, with ascetics practicing diligently; some are magnificent palaces, with dozens of old men arguing about matters; and some are misty lakes, with young and old practicing swords and boxing…

The stars change, different planes occasionally border each other, and different things may collide.

The migration of planes is not affected by the will of the Lord of the Stars or the Old Turtle, but by the evolution of various people, things and events within the stars, and the changes in fate, will, etc.

One of the thousands of stars was currently showing a tragic scene.

“ah–“

Everyone is still wailing.

The huge infusion of memories is like a flood that breaks through a dam. From the moment it bursts the dam, there is no possibility of stopping.

He struggled and resisted, but he was unable to cope with anything.

The little boy on the turtle’s back seemed to have lost the desire to communicate, and only torture and revenge were left.

“I’m helping you.”

He still smiled, but his methods were like those of the devil.

Every time the person under him withstood a wave of attacks, he would flick his sleeves, scattering starlight all over the sky.

“Rao Yaoyao’s training in the secular world cost her a lot of resources. She had great perseverance and persisted for half a year.”

“In fact, half a year is not enough to digest all the insights of the secular world, but his aptitude is mediocre after all. He is already a rare talent if he can accept most of it.”

The little boy said this and jumped off the turtle’s back.

He put his hands behind his waist in an air of old-fashionedness and paced around Xu Xiaoshou’s external incarnation, who was bent like a shrimp in pain.

“You’re different.”

“Your foundation of the Great Dao of Will is solid, and you have a willpower as strong as anyone else in this world. You can endure more.”

“I estimated it to be about a month!”

He raised a finger and pointed at Xu Xiaoshou’s external incarnation through the air, saying with a hint of amusement:
“One month can be equivalent to Rao Yaoyao’s past, helping you to consolidate your understanding of the world. If you are quick at understanding, you may even be able to comprehend some principles of ‘reincarnation’.”

“Have you been to the Wailing Emperor Realm?”

The only response he got was a roar from a man with red eyes.

The little boy, who couldn’t even reach the man’s chest, jumped up and slapped him on the head:
“Why are you staring at me? I’m doing this for your own good!”

“Do you really think that the Wailing Emperor Realm is a good place to go? Do you really think that the Ghost Ancestor has good intentions when seeing you? It’s all for the sake of the whole Dao.”

He walked around and came to the front of everyone again. He raised his head and said earnestly:

“I am the good guy!”

“Since you call me Daozu, I will grant you some benefits.”

“All parties will wake up next. The war between gods is about to begin. With your little ability, if an ancestor god blows a puff, you will be shattered into pieces.”

“Listen to me and get out of the way!”

Everyone still has a trace of consciousness, and can still sense that the connection between himself and the original body is sometimes there and sometimes not.

When I heard this, I understood something.

Could it be that this “Taoist Ancestor” wanted to pass on to me the memories of the various aspects of the world that he had endured here, so that I could have an epiphany – to allow me to avoid the frontal battlefield in a roundabout way?

What do you want?
“Of course it’s because I’m a good person… I told you that you’re in pain now, but you’ll be grateful in the future.” The little boy seemed to know what he was thinking, and said, “I don’t want much in return from you. Don’t retaliate against me or interfere with me, then I’ll bless you, Taoist Ancestor.”

Tao Ancestor?

Aren’t you the Taoist ancestor? Why do you need the Taoist ancestor’s blessing?

Everyone knows that the “Ajie” in front of them is not the Taoist ancestor, but at most a half-ancestor.

So does this Daozu really exist, or is it just a “hope” of the Yuantong, Daoqiongcang and other Dao clan members?
After all, if Daoqiongcang wants to be a god, the title of “Daozu” is probably what he ultimately wants.

We already have the Heavenly Ancestor, so we can’t call him the “Machine Ancestor”, right?

But this is at odds with what the turtle boy said before him, unless the two are essentially the same person…

It was difficult to maintain sanity, and it was even more difficult to think seriously when one was completely speechless.

The little boy stared at him for a long time, then suddenly leaned over and said, “

“There is actually another option.”

He seemed to like pointing at people. As Jinren wailed in agony, he pointed at him and said rudely,
“Let’s go back to what we said before. Show me Xu Xiaoshou’s stuff, and I can help you slow down.”

“At least, it doesn’t have to be as painful as it is now.”

While fighting against the memories of the mundane world in his mind, Jinren was thinking about the turtle boy’s performance from beginning to end, including his habitual and guiding movements, which were all leading him in the direction of the Dao Qiongcang.

He behaves too much like Dao Qiong Cang!

At this moment, he was just short of trapping himself in the Qianshi Emperor Realm, creating a Tianji puppet named “Jinren” in front of him, and throwing it to the Holy Spirit Continent to stir up trouble.

In this case, everyone would suspect that he was Dao Qiongcang’s puppet, or that Dao Qiongcang was just an incarnation of the will of the Turtle Boy in front of him.

But the more this is the case, the less credible it is.

Although he knew that he would not die, he remembered deeply everything he experienced at this moment and the conclusions he got.

He believed that one day he would meet the original deity again.

The Avenue of Intention can fight against the Avenue of Memory. Although it cannot withstand the pressure of memory indoctrination at this moment, it is not easy for the turtle boy to delete his own memory.

When all his bodies die and his original body gives birth again, or when he is liberated from the Qianshi Emperor Realm and returns to his original body.

I will know everything that happens here.

At that time, you don’t have to think for yourself, just believe that I will get an accurate answer.

“But that’s a month away.”

The turtle boy was like a worm in the man’s stomach. It seemed that he could really read what he was thinking and actually responded to his thoughts.

He shook his head, sighing, and asked again:
“What do you think? My suggestion.”

No one responded, and no one could respond, they could only scream.

The turtle boy could only sigh and jumped back onto the old turtle’s back. He propped himself up on the turtle’s back and looked up at the stars in the sky:
“Then just stay here obediently for a month.”

“In a month, whether you live or die, whether you go or stay, it all depends on my mood.”

…

Woo!
A chilly wind blew, and the sword’s thoughts raged.

Ba Zun’an was wearing a white robe, dancing in the wind on the top of the barren mountain, his eyes looking calmly towards the north.

To the north of the Zhongyuan Realm is the Holy Guizhe Mountain, which is the ghost Buddha.

In that place where few people can see, he can see semi-saint ghosts quietly disappearing in various places in the ghost and Buddha world.

Whenever a ghost disappears, a wisp of residual consciousness will merge into the cinnabar between the ghost Buddha’s eyebrows.

It was a familiar smell.

His old rival, Hua Changdeng.

A few days passed in a flash, and the power of the god of death became more and more apparent above the ghost and Buddha, and the sword intent became stronger.

The aura belonging to Hua Changdeng overflowed from the cinnabar and almost filled the entire body of the ghost Buddha.

It was just like his body half a year ago, filled with Hua Changdeng’s endless sword energy.

“Half a day.”

Ba Zun An murmured silently, lowered his eyes, and looked at his hands, one, two, three, four… ten fingers.

Facing the skylight, he curled up his previous eight fingers, leaving only the two thumbs that had just grown back, and raised them to examine them carefully.

If there were outsiders here, they would be able to see the scene at dusk where the eight statues of Buddha gave double thumbs up to the ghost Buddha at the distant Guizhe ruins.

“I’m back.”

Ba Zun’an murmured softly, his thoughts slightly disturbed.

He had been indulging his sword thoughts here for nearly half a year.

In half a year, he gradually lost his vision, hearing, smell, and taste…

When the five senses and six consciousnesses are completely lost, and the seven emotions and six desires are gone, good times will come after bad times, and all things will disappear and be recovered.

Ba Zun’an returned to Ba Zun’an.

There was no longer any crisscrossing sword energy in his body; instead, there were newly refined sword tendons and bones.

The scar on his neck disappeared, and his eight fingers returned to ten, as if he had gone from being decadent and self-destructive thirty years ago to being full of vigor and vitality thirty years ago overnight.

This is also true.

There were no more silver threads on the eight statues’ temples, and their turbid yellow eyes had returned to their simple black and white, making them look thirty years younger.

But that sense of vicissitudes of life has not disappeared.

He stood on the barren mountain like a rock that had stood since ancient times, unmoved by wind and rain, and even though his body was covered with moss, he remained genuine and new.

But no one peeled the moss off his body.

He, who had traveled all over the country for thirty years, waited silently in this mountain for the arrival of Hua Changdeng.

He was all alone.

The several swords that once followed me have now left, broken, and are no longer with me.

He is more than just himself.

Standing on the top of a barren mountain, there are only mountains all around, and only a hundred feet of land that is bearing the raging power of the sword.

Looking outside, you can see the mountains in the distance connected into one piece, reflecting a faint orange-red color under the setting sun.

The mountains are still there, the water is still there.

The heaven and earth are still here, the Great Dao is still here, they are inexhaustible, like a sword and like me, waiting to knock on the gate of heaven.

“Eight masters.”

Several figures quickly passed through the mulberry forest.

The eight masters followed the sound and put down their hands that were applauding the ghost Buddha. They turned around and saw Elder Mei, Elder Yang, and the one they had met twice before…

That ordinary person really has no memorable points.

At this moment, he was carrying Xu Xiaoshou, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, on his shoulders. Taoism was surging around him, and it was obvious that he was having an epiphany.

“Red Dust Road?”

The eight masters were all surprised and revealed the secret in one sentence.

Li Fugui came here with the two elders, feeling turbulent in his heart.

In the past six months, he had only met Lord Ba Zun’an twice. Both times, the Lord was practicing swordsmanship while he had important matters to report.

Just let it be.

Therefore, Li Fugui had never had any communication with the legendary Eighth Sword Immortal and the Chief of the Holy Slaves.

But Li Fugui has been fascinated by this person for too long.

When he was working in the Huacao Pavilion earlier, Lord Ba Zun’an was a legend, a great man that both the Pavilion Masters Bai Hei Ye Zi were obsessed with.

The huge Flower and Grass Pavilion is located in Half Moon Bay, and its intelligence network covers the entire Southern Territory.

In essence, it is just a tentacle of the Holy Slave, working for Lord Ba Zun An.

At this moment, he was met with the inquiring gaze of the Holy Slave Chief.

What Li Fugui felt was not only the terrifying oppression of the renowned Eighth Sword Immortal, but also the real and intense pain as if he was being cut in half by a sharp sword.

The eight masters are like a sword.

The sword stands on the top of the mountain, and the area within a hundred feet is barren. All those who live next to it have seen blood. You cannot look at it directly, and you cannot resist it.

But in an instant, that terrifying oppressive force disappeared like smoke.

The Eight Ans are just the Eight Ans.

He was so plain and unpretentious that he looked like a mortal. There was not a trace of sword spirit in his body, nor any spiritual energy in his body. He was so weak that Li Fugui felt that he had slapped him, and the Holy Slave collapsed, and the Eighth Sword Immortal’s head and body were separated.

What am I thinking about… Li Fugui panicked and quickly gathered his thoughts, reporting:
“Master said that Canyi went to the Heavenly Ladder and visited the five great Saint Emperor families. Something abnormal happened after he entered Qianshi.”

“But it doesn’t seem to be a bad thing, but a good thing. He has gained insights into the various aspects of the world, and his swordsmanship has improved. He is trying to… merge.”

Ba Zun’an’s gaze shifted from Xu Xiaoshou to him: “Conjunction?”

Li Fugui’s heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his face turned red, his head began to buzz, and green smoke came out of his head.

He was just a small figure. Even though he had called himself Lord Li in front of Zu Shu and others, he still felt inferior and insignificant.

Even though he had been ordered by Shou Ye before and had communicated with Lord Ba Zun An several times through the communication beads, he was not unfamiliar with this voice, but he was still frightened and worried.

“Yes, conjunction is, is…”

Li Fugui was so angry at himself that he almost died.

It’s not like he hasn’t seen the Ten Thrones, and he’s even witnessed their fall with his own eyes.

Why did you behave so badly in front of Lord Ba Zun’an?

But after saying “just” for a long time, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have no idea what the shou was realizing from the beginning, and immediately looked at Mr. Siren awkwardly.

Mei Siren calmly selected the paper fan in the ring and said indifferently:

“My student said that you are rather stupid. After practicing more than ten phases, you only came to the common conclusion that all phases are equal.”

“He is different. As soon as he came into contact with the world of mortals, he thought of ‘using the various forms of mortals to build the foundation of this world, and using ten thousand reincarnations to determine the roots of the previous life’.”

Brush!
That’s all I have to say.

Mei Siren swung out the paper fan with all his strength, and shook it slowly, as if it were nothing heavy. Shake it, shake it.

Ba Zun An took a quick look and saw the following inscription on the fan:

“It’s totally different.”

He couldn’t help laughing: “Your students are really amazing.”

“Hahaha.” Mei Siren laughed twice, but his face was not smiling. He strode a few steps with his head held high. No one knew what he was walking for, but he was just proud. “Right? I’m not worse than Youtu, right?”

Ba Zun’an ignored the arrogant old peacock and looked back at Xu Xiaoshou.

Xu Xiaoshou’s state was indeed strange. He seemed to be enlightened, but also seemed to be awake. It seemed that he had not yet completely immersed himself in it. He said:

“There is no high or low, but only equality at the end.”

“Under the same cultivation conditions, the aspects of sentient beings and the two worlds have a natural suppressive power over other aspects.”

“You have made some achievements in the art of swordsmanship. You can indeed study the art of fusion in depth, but I am not an expert on this either. You will have to figure out your future prospects on your own.”

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly opened his eyes. He was indeed pretending to be asleep. “I understand all this. Tell me something useful.”

Ba Zun’an had long been accustomed to Xu Xiaoshou’s straightforward way of speaking, so he smiled and said:

“One can learn from others’ experience, but it can only be used as a reference.”

“What I am thinking is that the mortal world can indeed be used to broaden your path in the two worlds and consolidate your foundation, but using the mountain and sea credentials to cross your reincarnation credentials may be a bit difficult.”

Li Fugui didn’t understand a word, he listened with his eyes wide open, feeling very rewarding.

My scalp is itching, I must be about to comprehend the innate sword intent.

Seeing the burning gaze of Master Shou, he said, “As long as you have the Red Dust Sword of All Living Things, don’t forget the Love Sword of Mountains and Seas. Then transform the Hundred Forms of Red Dust into the Hundred Forms of Reincarnation, and improve my Reincarnation Sword. How about that?”

Ba Zun An nodded: “Yes.”

“How can this be done? Can it open the mysterious door?” Xu Xiaoshou asked.

Li Fugui’s pupils suddenly trembled.

After confirming that the Lord was not joking and was asking this question seriously, his heartbeat quickened again.

What, I’m still just Taixu, and they are already talking about the third realm of romantic swordsmanship and the affairs of the Xuanmiao Sect?

Isn’t that the path to becoming a deity?
Once this mysterious door is opened, won’t it be the reincarnation of the Sword Ancestor?

If Lian Shouye, with such a rough understanding, could reach the level of Xuanmiao Sect, then what level would the famous sword technique he practiced before, which was recognized by the Eight Lords, have reached?

If even I am like this, what about Lord An?

No one answered Li Fugui’s question. Even the two elders were waiting for Ba Zun’an’s answer. One of them shook his head:

“Disaster.”

It’s hard to open the mysterious door! Li Fugui understood this.

The Eight Lords said: “You have only experienced reincarnation once, and you only had a little experience when you were enlightened at that time. If you want to take the path of the Ten Thousand Worlds, the Reincarnation Passage, and the Mysterious Gate, it is better to complete the path of your name, the Supreme Name, and the Supreme Name.”

Is this the famous sword technique? Li Fugui also understood.

Lord Ba Zun’an’s words made sense. Although he didn’t know what they were, Shou Ye disagreed:
“Ba Zun’an, you are too narrow-minded.”

“I want to follow the path of famous swordsmanship. This path of love swordsmanship – the path of the Sword Ancestor is not weak either.”

“What I want to ask is, after the conjunction, can we go from two to one, and from one to zero?”

Two-ten? Li Fugui didn’t understand what he was saying. He wanted to hear more.

The Eighth Master didn’t care about the ridicule from the Beef Master, but he seemed really stumped by the Beef Master’s question, and there was more confusion in his eyes as he looked into the distance.

Li Fugui once heard the Pavilion Master of Black and White Night say:

Lord Ba Zun’an is the answer. When people are confused and ask him, he can always give a decisive answer.

He was never ambiguous, nor was he ever in doubt.

This time, face to face, after being asked by the Lord, Li Fugui actually heard the uncertain answer of Lord Ba Zun’an:
“You, give it a try?”

(End of this chapter)