I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 2003

Chapter 1879: Honored

Chapter 1879: Whether you
look at it or not, it is not a reason for you to take my sword.

Everyone knows it, and Hua Changdeng knows it too, that the Eight Masters are well versed in sword techniques and can nourish the spirit sword with the power of their names.

Even if it was his own sword, if it was held for too long, it would inevitably lead to the possibility of betrayal.

“Ghost hunting!”

Hua Changdeng’s eyes were slightly cold and he stretched out his hand to summon.

The ghost hunter immediately broke free from the hands of the Eight Lords and flew towards its original owner.

“Hahaha!”

Ba Zun’an laughed loudly, grabbed the ghost hunter’s tail, and a sword thought flashed in his eyes, looking at the entire body of the ghost hunter’s sword.

Buzz!
Silver light shines brightly.

The Demon Hunting Sword trembled violently and couldn’t help but let out a groaning sound in the void. It was clearly very comfortable.

“Brother Hua, please be patient.”

“I’m just borrowing it. I’m not trying to take your sword away.”

It was impossible to tell whether Ba Zun’an was sober or half drunk.

He didn’t even bother to consider Hua Changdeng’s charcoal-like complexion. He turned around and looked around the Spirit Lake, his voice spreading in all directions:

“In the ancient sword art, the first sword master was reborn. Now, the sword master has only left behind twenty-one famous swords, which are scattered all over the world.”

“It was once rumored that if one gathered twenty-one famous swords, one could summon the inheritance of the Sword Ancestor, obtain the destiny of the Ancestral God, and reach the mysterious level.”

“Whether the ancient sword art is mysterious or not, true or false, I, the Eight Lords, do not know, but the Sword Ancestor knows, and the twenty-one famous swords know.”

“Unfortunately, the Saint Slave has made some progress in the thirty sword collections. Perhaps we can verify some of this today.”

“Brother Hua.” Ba Zun’an said, looking back at Hua Changdeng, “Give me some face?”

The spectators from the five regions were suddenly in an uproar.

Everyone knows that the twenty-one collections of famous swords can bring about unknown miracles.

But the ability to summon the Sword Ancestor’s inheritance, and even the Ancestral God’s destiny, is something that the world has no way of knowing except the Eight Lords.

Now everyone’s appetite was whetted, and they all stared at Hua Changdeng with burning eyes:
“Give it to me quickly!”

“He said it all, he’s just borrowing it, not taking it away.”

“Hua Changdeng, what are you afraid of? If the Eighth Lord wants you, just give it to him. What are you afraid of? Can you be killed?”

“No, the twenty-first famous sword… How could there be so many famous swords at the scene?”

There were also calm people who carefully counted the ancient sword masters who were wearing famous swords present. There were no more than a dozen at most, and it was clear that most were missing.

Where are the other famous swords?
It’s impossible that half of the famous swords can summon the inheritance of the Sword Ancestor and the fate of the Ancestral God, right?

“impossible!”

Hua Changdeng had a determined look on his face and made a hook with his finger.

The Demon Hunting Sword shattered the sword intent, regained its autonomy, soared into the air again, flew towards its original owner, and was grasped by him.

borrow?

It’s easy to say, but who knows if you have bad intentions?
But Ba Zun An was drunk and furious. Seeing this, his eyes narrowed and his face lost the clever look. It was obvious that he was too lazy to say anything and wanted to rob directly!
“I gave you my face.”

When he tips his toes, ripples appear on the Spirit Lake.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Eight Immortals, dressed in white, leaped up into the sky, their aura soaring with their sleeves, suddenly sweeping across the universe.

“boom!”

Thunder roared in the sky and golden light spread everywhere.

The majestic momentum broke through the black and white colors of Linghu Lake, broke through the scenery of Fengdu and the sunrise, and sprinkled on the black-haired and white-clothed figure in the void, as if it was in the sky, crowning it in public.

The Eighth Master raised his chin slightly, looked at him with disdain, and said in a loud voice:

“Anyone who uses a sword is called a servant.”

“Anyone who holds a sword is called a sword master.”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone’s expression changed, including Gou Wu Yue.

Of course this is the truth, and the Ten Thousand Swords Technique is based on this principle, but over the years, in the era of spirit refining, the concepts of sword masters and sword servants have long faded.

Even those who practice the Ten Thousand Swords Technique have respect for swords.

More often than not, the sword holder and the sword become friends and grow side by side. Only in this way can they develop an unspoken understanding and have the chance to achieve unity.

Ba Zun’an, drinking and acting crazy, has it reached this point?
“What does he want to do?”

“What eighth sword immortal? He has become paranoid!”

“He only drank a few pots of wine, but he has no respect for the sword to this extent? He actually wants to snatch the ghost hunter from Emperor Hua Sheng? Can he do it?”

It wasn’t just the ancient swordsman who felt uncomfortable.

Many famous swords in the surrounding area were moved by this sound, buzzing angrily, and were about to attack.

The Yue Lotus in Gu Qingyi’s hand, the stunning enchantress in Gu Qinger’s hand, the Ten Thousand Weapons Demon Ancestor in Su Qianqian’s hand, the God-drawing Staff in Lei Shuangxing’s hand…

People live for a breath, Buddhas fight for a stick of incense, and the same goes for a famous sword.

What’s more, in this world, the status of famous swords is highly praised.

Even if the underlying facts are as Ba Zun’an said, the sword holder will at least be given some respect when he uses the sword or performs magic.

The words of the Eight Masters undoubtedly tore open the scars of all the famous swords!

“Cry——”

He Jian Tingchen was also angry and wanted to leave.

Feng Tingchen hurriedly pressed down the famous sword in his hand, raised his eyes and looked at the eight statues covered in golden light in the sky, his face moved.

“Ten Thousand Swords Technique…”

He knew what Ba Zun’an was going to do.

Using force to force others, this is the art of ten thousand swords, this is the absolute imperial system!
Perhaps the young people of this era have adapted to the equal and respectful relationship between swords and people, but the seven sword immortals of the previous generation all knew…

The eighth sword immortal in the past could grasp the sword with just one look, and holding the sword would make the heavens break free. It was truly horrifying!

The master-servant relationship is difficult to establish in other people, so it gradually fades away and evolves into equal respect.

These words, spoken from the mouth of the Eight Masters, were like golden words, and their effects would be realized.

As expected, Ba Zun’an held his head high and chest out, and after tearing open the scar on the famous sword, he no longer held back his momentum and continued to advance triumphantly.

“I am crowned with a black pearl and twelve jade tassels, and I am crowned with a dragon pattern. I am the Lord.”

“Emperor’s Order: All the swords return to their origin!”

The wild sounds from the five realms exploded, piercing through the clouds and the moon, and shattering the eardrums.

In a trance, everyone only saw that an extremely dazzling sword-wielding formation suddenly unfolded under the feet of the eight statues in the sky.

He formed a seal with his hands and raised his finger.

It’s not just momentum and the art of ten thousand swords, it seems to also have some flavor of ancient swordsmanship?

In an instant, the profound formation diagram rose from bottom to top, from large to small, and then gathered into a point of golden light above the heads of the eight statues, which suddenly exploded and launched endless golden light waves in the sky.

“Buzz!!!”

A vast pressure descended from the sky.

Behind the eight statues, a huge and illusory image of an emperor in a black crown and black robe slowly emerged. It resembled the image of gods and Buddhas in front of the Heart Sword Technique, and also seemed to be the result of the accumulated momentum of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique.

This image holds the Emperor’s sword in one hand and the Emperor’s seal in the other. His majesty is so great that no one can look directly at him. Following the voices of the eight deities, the Emperor holds his sword horizontally and places the Emperor’s seal in the air. His majestic voice overwhelms the five regions:

“Order this: All the swords return to their origin.”

…

The city of dead Buddhas.

Beibei looked up in a daze, looking at the emperor in a black crown and black robe that was breaking through the clouds in the distant sky, and was completely dazed.

“Ancient Sword Technique: Emperor’s Seal?”

“The Legend of the Sword Ancestor states: All the swordsmen in the world respect the Sword Ancestor, and all of them have the ‘Emperor’s Seal’. Once the seal is issued, the sword will follow it and no one can disobey it.”

“Whether it is the twenty-one famous swords, the five great chaos artifacts, including the wounded sword among the nine supreme artifacts, and all the spiritual swords from the Sword God era on the monument of the legacy, all have been planted with the ‘Emperor Seal’ by the Sword God.”

“‘Absolute Imperial System’, ‘Emperor Seal’, and ‘Supreme Emperor Sword’, when these three are combined into one, they are truly ‘absolute’ and cannot be disobeyed.”

“But hasn’t the Emperor’s Seal been lost?”

“All ancient sword techniques have been lost, except for the Fifty-Four Killing Sword Steps that Liu Fuyu brought from the Sword Tower…”

Beibei’s thoughts froze at this point.

She was already stunned, she was certain that the ancient sword technique Emperor’s Seal had been lost.

Either the Eight Lords had been to the Sword Tower, but whether the Sword Tower had the Emperor’s Seal or not, or if so, it was not passed on to outsiders, were two different opinions.

There is only one possibility left:
“Those who have reached the pinnacle of the Ten Thousand Swords Technique can infer the ‘Emperor Seal’ from the profound formation diagram…”

“But isn’t this a legend?”

“Legend, doesn’t it mean something that is impossible to achieve?”

“The Southern Territory Feng Family has been practicing the Ten Thousand Swords Technique for so many years, and even with the help of the Sword Pavilion, they still can’t deduce the ‘Emperor Seal’ of the Ten Thousand Swords Technique!”

Beibei looked down in shock, looking at the sword in his hand.

The sword in the hand of the emperor in black crown and black robe behind Ba Zun’an is exactly the enlarged version of the Emperor’s Sword in her hand.

But the real Emperor Sword was clearly still in his hand. Why was he using the Emperor Seal right now?
“Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!”

And when the emperor shouted this order from afar, the emperor sword in his hand flew into the air, broke free from his restraints, and flew into the distance.

“Hello!”

Beibei panicked and reached out to grab it quickly.

The Emperor Sword was sucked into the fragmented flow of time and space by an unknown force and disappeared completely.

“?”

A question mark popped up in Beibei’s little head at first, and then he suddenly realized: “The way of time? Use first and then replenish, just borrow but not return?”

With a cry of “whoa”, Beibei took a step with his short legs and rushed out of the City of Dead Pagoda and rushed towards Lingyu Mountain:

“Thief! Aaaaaaa!”

“Damn you Ba Zun’an, the Emperor Sword is mine! Mine! Give it back to me!”

…

Eastern Region, Canyue Fairy City.

Before this, when Hua Changdeng descended upon the five regions, the thousands of swords that were suspended in mid-air had already ceased to exist and returned to their respective sword holders.

But at Lingyu Mountain in the central region, when the eight emperors were giving orders.

“Ten thousand swords return to their origin!”

With one command, a vision even more terrifying than before appeared.

Ten thousand swords crossed the sky and turned into a stream of swords, rushing towards the west, crossing the mountains and rivers, and rushing towards the direction of Lingyu in the central region.

“Ah! My sword!”

“I’m not on the front line of the battlefield. I don’t respect you, so don’t confiscate my sword!”

“No, do you want the tenth-grade spirit sword that I bought with 1,562 spirit crystals? Are you crazy because of poverty?”

…

“Ten thousand swords return to their origin!”

At the Sword Burial Tomb, thousands of worshippers watched as the sword stream surged up and rushed towards the central region, without any ability to stop it.

Not only the swords of the mountain worshippers, but also the famous swords of the past and present in the sword washing pool of the sword burial tomb all rushed towards the Eight Zun’an.

“The Eighth Sword Immortal…”

At this moment, everyone looked at the emperor in the distance with their mouths wide open, feeling that they had witnessed a miracle.

The East Region has been silent for thirty years, and now it has seen the scene of “Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Eight” again!
“It’s over, it’s over!”

Inside the Sword Burial Tomb, beside the sword washing pool, Wen Ting clapped his legs and laughed, while stamping his feet and dancing:
“All the swords are gone, and you are the only one left!”

“It’s over, it’s over, it’s all over, explode, Qingju!”

“You have become an ordinary sword, and you are not even a tenth-grade sword. You have missed the chance to see him for the last time!”

“Ah, hahahahaha…”

Qingju remained silent.

Qingju cried angrily.

…

“It’s gone, it’s all gone!”

In Fengjia City, the sea of swords covered the sky in an instant, and then cleared away in the next instant, all rushing north. The scene was quite spectacular.

In the Feng family mansion, all the Feng family members heard the sound of the ancient bell outside the Sword Pavilion, and the door of the pavilion opened wide, and dozens of swords rushed out.

“Dragon Mark, Star-Picking, Heavenly Evil, Black Curse…”

“Oh my god, all the swords that have been contracted and cannot be summoned in the Sword Pavilion for over a hundred years have been summoned?”

“No! Not only summoning, but also passing! The swords of the Sword Pavilion couldn’t withstand the power of summoning, and were all summoned by the eight masters… Wait, what is that?”

“Chasing the Moon!!!”

The Feng family was almost going crazy.

Everyone looked at the three-foot-long sword that finally came out of the Sword Pavilion. The sword came out with the moonlight, and the yin and yang were reversed. Everyone held their heads in disbelief.

“The sword of our ancestor Feng Wuhen, Chasing the Moon!”

“Zhuiyue has also been born? Zhuiyue hasn’t been born for tens of thousands of years, right?”

“Don’t panic, everyone. Zhuiyue is the sword of our ancestors. It has not been sealed with the ‘Emperor Seal’, so it should not obey the summons of the Eight Lords… huh?”

“It’s over! Ancestor Zhuiyue is excited! Zhuiyue has also gone over to join in the fun!”

“Old Patriarch, come back quickly, something big has happened!”

…

“All of them are here.”

The spiritual swords from all over the five regions swooped down from all directions like locusts.

When they approached the eight eunuchs and the emperor in black crown and black robe behind them, they stopped at the same time, lowered their heads to show respect and submission, and spread out in a fan shape in a very orderly manner in the sky.

The fan shape becomes a circle…

The circle is paved with a sphere…

Sea of swords!

A true sea of swords!
In just a moment, Lingyu Mountain Lake was filled with a sea of swords that covered the sky and the sun, and countless spiritual swords were roaring and rushing from behind.

From the tenth rank to the first rank, from the spirit sword to the soul sword…

Double-edged, six-edged, pointed, oblique, long sword, short sword, heavy sword, broadsword…

The red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple, black and white colors are ethereal and illusory. Everything that should be there is there.

On the top of Spirit Lake, under the Emperor, it seemed as if a sword exhibition of the highest level was being held for everyone from the Five Domains. There were swords of various colors and shapes, so dazzling that it was overwhelming.

All those who have spiritual sword abilities will come to the meeting and bow down at the command of the Eight Lords.

“Is this the Ten Thousand Swords Technique?”

“This is the first realm, the absolute monarchy?”

The sea of swords was in the sky, and the scene was not even shocking, but so frightening that it made one’s scalp numb.

“No, I can do the absolute monarchy too!”

“Why is the Absolute Imperial System of the Eight Lords a little different from my Absolute Imperial System? Is the Ten Thousand Swords Technique I’m practicing a fake one?”

“…A little?”

The spectators from the five regions were completely excited.

Compared with previous discussions on the situation and the Tao, it is boring and tedious to ordinary people because they don’t quite understand it.

The words of the Eighth Lord, “I am crowned with a black pearl and twelve jade tassels, and I am crowned with a dragon pattern, and I am called the Lord”, immediately made everyone’s thoughts boil and their blood boil.

But calling it the Zun Chi Sword obviously has more purposes than just that.

By the Linghu Lake, the swordsman finally couldn’t hold the sword in his hand anymore and was forced to let it go.

“Yue Lian!”

Number one on the famous sword list is the evil sword Yue Lian.

The sword body is wrapped with a sealing belt, making it airtight.

At this moment, it was unsheathed with a buzzing sound, and the gray straps were untied as it moved along.

“Woo woo—”

At that time, the sky was dark and evil spirits invaded half the sky.

Hundreds of thousands of swords in the sea of swords trembled in fear and retreated backwards in succession, making way for the evil sword Yue Lian in front, and they dared not cross the line.

“call……”

Gu Qing exhaled deeply, his face full of shock, and looked at the evil sword Yue Lian who was walking away from him in disbelief.

Compared to the anger of the eight masters when the concept of “master and servant” came out before, at this moment, Yue Lian and Gu Qingyi were in tune with each other and could clearly feel the strong fear and trembling.

“Is this the appeal of the Eight Lords?”

Buzz!
Second Junior Brother’s sword also took off.

The blood sword and the stunning enchantress, once the sword went up into the sky, blood filled the sky, the wilderness became scarlet, the sea of swords was forced back again, in panic.

Gu Qinger, one of the Seven Sword Immortals, was wailing behind him.

Gu Qingyi felt that the voice was so far away, and he couldn’t hear the content at all. Only his thoughts were floating in the wind and rain:

“Sword Immortal…”

“We are both Sword Immortals… No! The Eight Masters are not even Sword Immortals…”

Buzz!
Number four on the Famous Swords List, the Devil Sword Ten Thousand Weapons Devil Ancestor, is in the sky.

This sword is extremely overbearing, and at that time it was filled with demonic energy, overwhelming the sea of swords, trying to compete with Yue Lian and the stunning enchantress.

“Not among the Sword Immortals, but forced to be ranked eighth…”

Buzz!
The voice of the demon sword Nulan, number nine on the famous sword list, was heard in the sky.

“In the brilliant era of the heroes, the light overshadowed Master Wen Ting so much that he couldn’t even raise his head. Only a few of the ten masters could be compared with him…”

Buzz!
The twelve famous swords, each sword draws the magic staff, and the command goes up into the sky.

“For the past thirty years, countless ancient sword cultivators in the Eastern Region have bowed down to him and worshipped him. But the True Seven Sword Immortals do not respect him, and instead want to worship him as a new god. This is almost insane…”

Buzz!
Famous Sword Thirteen, Crane Sword Tingchen, got the order to go up into the sky.

“This is the Eighth Sword Immortal?”

Buzz…

Buzz buzz buzz…

Gu Qingyi’s head was buzzing and waves of dizziness were exploding in his skull again and again.

The higher the famous sword flies, the further the sea of swords retreats.

The eight figures standing in the void with their hands behind their backs, and the emperor in a black crown and black robe behind them, became more and more imposing and distant as time went by.

“I……”

Gu Qing stretched out his hand and touched the sky, as if he wanted to reach something.

He couldn’t even feel angry at this moment. All he felt was a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart – how much effort had he put in to obtain Yue Lian back then? With just one word from the Eight Masters, all the famous swords came rushing towards him?

Gu Qingyi was in a trance.

He envied the talents of his second and third junior brothers.

He also accepts the idea that “diligence can make up for lack of talent and the early bird catches the worm”.

Over the years, with the encouragement of his master Wen Ting, he also relied on his tenacious fighting spirit to always be half a step ahead of his fellow disciples and firmly sit on the position of the eldest senior brother of the Sword Burial Tomb.

“effort?”

“talent?”

Gu Qing has always believed that as long as one works hard enough, one can reach the level of talent with a strong will… Man can conquer nature!
“Is that really the case?”

When legends are no longer legends, you can witness it with your own eyes.

When the talent that surpasses natural talent is realized before my eyes, the dream is awakened.

“unattainable……”

Gu Qing raised his eyes and looked.

Surrounded by the sea of swords, the eight masters and the emperor in black crown and black robe behind them almost merged into one.

No!
They were originally one!
Gu Qingyi finally understood why after the battle of the Ten Thrones, Master Wen Tinggui, known as the Seven Swordsman, returned to the Sword Burial Tomb and did not leave the mountain for thirty years, not even wanting a name.

What happened?

What can you offer?

“road?”

“What is Tao?”

“Where is the Tao? Is it on a high mountain? Is it above the blue sky? There is no end in sight…”

Eight!
This one word has a legend.

Gu Qingyi has been practicing Taoism for so many times that his ears are almost callused.

In a trance and haziness, in a state of bewilderment and hesitation, when he looked up again, he could hardly tell who was him and who was me…

He almost lost his original intention.

So that I can’t see anything.

The vast sea of swords is the sky, and the unattainable is the Tao.

And in the “Sword” and “Tao”, the figure of the white-robed swordsman with golden scales stands high above the clouds and the sky. He seems not to be a person of this world, but a banished celestial being from heaven.

“No wonder people in that era dared to call him that…”

“The sky is one foot higher…”