I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 2048

Chapter 1923 Eighth Ancestor

Chapter 1923 Eighth Ancestor
Wow!
The strong wind rose from Lingyu Mountain and entered at the west city gate, hitting the grass and rocks, tearing a shallow sword mark on the ground.

Then, there was a sudden bolt of thunder.

Outside the sword column array, stretching for thousands of miles, the sky was filled with fluttering snowflakes, dazzling the eyes.

“this……”

Li You, the leader of the Yin Gui Sect, stood above Fusang City and watched the battle from afar.

At a certain moment, I felt the purple scales on my cheeks go cold, as if some force passed through my body and quickly swept backwards.

She looked back suddenly.

The straight sword mark behind him flowed away like an electric snake.

From the ground, climb up the wall house, and then split the low gravel hill and go straight east.

…

“East!”

The Shengfutu City camp, led by Dan Saint Lu Shiyu and his three men, was farther away from the battlefield, almost at the east gate of Fusang City.

As he stepped aside to make way for Jianhen, the sound of the wind brushing past his ears had already faded away, and in the blink of an eye he disappeared at the edge of the Ghost and Buddha Realm.

The three of them looked at each other, and suddenly realized something, and their backs tingled.

“Qingju, in the east?”

“Yes, it seems to be in the Sword Burial Tomb!”

…

The Zhongyuanjie is near the sea.

The fisherman had just hauled up a net when some mysterious beast seemed to pass by under the boat, shaking him so much that he staggered from side to side and could not stand steadily.

As soon as he let go, half of the fish in the net did not fall onto the boat, but instead fell into the water.

“Ah, my fish!”

“Which sea beast dares to tease me, the Zhongyuan Fisherman King? I’ll kill you with one fork!”

…

East China Sea.

Yu Lingdi was holding the Sea Controlling Spear in his hand, and was closing his eyes to meditate in the deep sea. Suddenly, his eyes opened, and a brilliant and profound formation diagram appeared under his feet.

“who?!”

He turned around suddenly and subconsciously swung back with the Sea God’s Halberd.

However, nothing happened. The sudden chill went straight through the Sea Control Spear and his body without causing any harm, and went straight to the east.

A faint sword intent spread out on the bottom of the sea.

“Sword Mind?”

“Xu Xiaoshou?”

“No! Damn it, another nightmare…”

…

At the foot of Dongshan Mountain, green flags of teahouses are fluttering.

A group of wanderers dressed as swordsmen were gathered in front of a wooden table, staring at a bead. They were so excited that they pounded the table with their fists and their faces flushed.

In the picture…

The Ghost Sword Immortal Hua Changdeng was able to summon the sword pillar formation.

The Eighth Sword Immortal also glanced over, and just as he raised his right hand, he reached towards the east.

“The last thing to happen is the sunset. When I return, I will raise my sword…Qingju!”

Before the last two words were uttered, a shallow crack appeared in the middle of the wooden table, frightening seven or eight sword cultivators so much that they immediately fell back.

Still didn’t realize what was happening.

The only remaining acquired iron sword among the several sword cultivators also flew up out of thin air and flew eastward along with the sword marks.

“Sword raised…”

Several people were stunned, suddenly they held their heads and screamed, threw down a few spirit crystals, and ran to the east.

“In the Sword Burial Tomb!”

“The eighth sword immortal is calling Qingju!”

…

To the east of the Eastern Region, there is a sword tomb in Dongshan.

The sword tomb is surrounded by clouds and fog, but visitors come to visit regardless of wind or rain.

The noise outside the mountain cannot disturb the tranquility of the sword washing pool in the tomb. Since ten thousand swords left the tomb, there is only one person and one sword left in this place.

“It is possible to have nothing, and it is possible to have something…”

“The Tao is nothing, a great dream lasts for thousands of years…”

Wen Ting had come down from the top of East Mountain long ago. At this moment, he was holding a half-read volume of “Sword Classic” in his hand, shaking his head and reciting with a sigh.

As he read, his eyes suddenly dimmed, staring at the opening few sentences of the volume “No Swordplay”, his voice as low as a mosquito:

“Big Dream…Qianqiu…”

As Wen Ting lowered his voice, the low sobbing sound of the only broken sword in the sword washing pool that had not yet been unearthed became clearer.

She was sobbing like a wronged young wife.

“Forget it, I won’t recite sutras for you anymore!”

Wen Ting let out a long sigh, grabbed the scriptures, and regardless of the dirt and mess, sat cross-legged on the low stone beside the sword-washing pool.

He held his chin and looked at Duanjian Qingju:

“You are unyielding.”

“I have been saying this for so many years, but you still won’t let him go and won’t use him for my benefit.”

“As if doing this can really help you wait until he changes his mind. Haha, ha… funny.”

The body of the Qingju sword was covered with sword tears that had not yet been collected. Every drop was crystal clear, reflecting scenes of the past.

Wen Ting looked at it, his expression slightly bewildered, and there was even a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

“Little crybaby, do you remember?”

“When you two entered the Sword Burial Tomb for the first time, I brought you in secretly without telling Elder You.”

“Just this thing…”

He raised the Sword Scripture in his hand, as if he had thought of something, and shook his head and laughed:

“I am so brave, I dare to show you.”

“He, Ba Zun An, is really bold to say that!”

He angrily threw the scripture in his hand, shook out the contents and showed them to Qingju.

Wen Ting pointed at the four sentences at the beginning of Wu Jian Shu and scolded him,
“You are just a miscellaneous cultivator from a side sect. With my few pointers, you have barely stepped into the threshold of the Ancient Sword Dao.”

“It’s just that I have a better memory. I can remember the contents of the Sword Manual by reading the whole thing once.”

“What’s wrong with that? But that guy actually dared to point fingers at the Sword Scripture!”

Wen Ting pointed at the words on the scroll and read them to Qing Ju one by one:
“You haven’t forgotten it, have you? ‘Nothing can also be something, something can also be nothing, the Tao is nothing, the great dream lasts for thousands of years’…”

“He’s just finished reading the whole thing, and he actually dared to say that the writing about love swordplay is ‘remarkable’. On the contrary, the few sentences about no swordplay sound a bit interesting.”

“Taste? Hahahaha…”

Wen Ting raised his head and laughed, his laughter was full of dissatisfaction, as if he wanted to punch Qing Ju hard:
“What a Ba Zun An!”

“In a word, I have been studying swordless techniques for thirty years and still cannot figure it out.”

“In the end, he actually came up with ‘Great Dream for a Thousand Years’ to name the third realm of the Illusion Sword Art. This damn guy…”

“Oh, crazy!”

Wen Ting ruffled his hair and shook his head wildly, looking like Hua Zu.

After a while, he regained his composure, his face was gloomy again, and he muttered in a hoarse voice:

“But when I thought he was playing tricks on me again, he actually told me, ‘Nothing is really something, and something is really nothing.'”

“It is not important to have a long dream. What is important is that after giving up nothing, there is something, and then there is nothing again, only then can we truly return to zero and be complete.”

“zero……”

Wen Ting stared at the sword washing pool in a daze.

The water in the pond rippled slightly, and as he watched the swordplay, he drew the word “zero” as he wished.

Wen Ting shook his head slightly.

The word “zero” was like a mirage in the water, and shattered silently.

After a long while, ripples appeared on the pond again, and this time an ancient “０” was formed.

“O…”

The “0” pattern is not big and can be divided into two halves.

The left half was bathed in sunlight, with rippling waves reflecting the hideous, ugly and foul face of the Eight Statue.

The right half was hidden by rocks and was dark, with nothing on it, except for a sword stuck upright, a broken sword.

Qingju is Yin.

“Woo woo…”

The little crybaby is still crying.

The sword tears flowed drop by drop into the sword washing pool, and no one picked them up.

The sword burial tomb was chilly without any wind. Wen Ting closed his eyes tightly. Goose bumps extended from his upper arms to his forearms, and finally disappeared into the scripture tightly clenched in his palms.

He stood up, walked out of the sword-washing pool, stood on a high rock, faced the clouds and mist of the East Mountain, and said with a smile:

“Little guy, you win.”

“It is indeed his character to savor delicacies after they have been tasted. He has never given up on you.”

“After we part, don’t forget to tell him to help me find Gu Qingyi if possible. Those guys can’t take over my team.”

Qingju was stunned.

The crying stopped.

Suddenly, a familiar breath came through the rocks of the sword tomb, stirred up ripples in the sword washing pool, and poured into the sword body.

Warm and gentle.

It was like that familiar big hand from thirty years ago, gently holding me again.

“Buzz!”

Above the sword tomb, a mysterious glow was gushing out.

…

“Qingju!”

“Look, it’s Qingju!”

The worshippers surrounding the clouds of Dongshan Mountain were suddenly excited. They stared with wide eyes and pointed at the sky.

In the painting, eight figures are holding swords in the east.

There is a sword tomb in the East Mountain, and Qingju rises into the sky.

Even after decades, not many people still remember what the Qingju in the story of “One Sword Immortal and One Qingju” looked like.

But……

Broken sword!

Who doesn’t know the name Qingju?

The sword shadow that flew across the sky with a mysterious glow was fleeting – how many half-foot swords are there left in the world?

Even if there are other broken swords, can there be a sword that emits rosy clouds and contains the mysterious artistic conception of Taoism?

“I’m going!”

“Qingju is over!”

“The sky is one foot high and eight masters are in charge. Who dares to take on half of the Qingju? Oh my God, it’s perfect, it’s perfect!”

The whole mountain was filled with the revelry of the ancient sword practitioners, leaving only Wen Ting alone in his loneliness.

He dodged a step, reached the top of East Mountain, and came to Jianma’s side.

The ancestral sisal tree was buzzing and trembling, its envy and reluctance evident in its words.

Wen Ting patted it gently and said sternly:

“I know what you’re thinking.”

“But at this moment, at this very moment, he has indeed surpassed the Sword Ancestor.”

“What I want to tell you is that, maybe in the next ten epochs, the Five Realms can produce one or two more Sword Ancestors, but it will probably be difficult for them to produce another Eight Lords.”

Wen Ting looked at Lingyu from afar, and spoke through clenched teeth, full of dissatisfaction.

He still said it.

The Jade Bamboo Forest behind him was broken by the heavy snow when the Sword Ancestor surrendered to the evil spirit.

But after the bamboo was cut, the roots were still standing. The integrity and pride of the ancient sword cultivators never died.

Wen Ting took a deep breath, held a snowflake in his hand, and blew it gently into the clouds:
“Xu Xiaoshou was acting in farce, his behavior was absurd, but he also had some wonderful lines that he came up with occasionally.”

“In my opinion, ‘There is no one as talented as me in a hundred generations, and it will be difficult for another to appear in ten thousand years’ is more appropriate to describe Ba Zun’an.”

“Kenma, I want to help him.”

Jianma was silent, as if hesitating.

Wen Ting said in a serious tone, “The Sword Washing Pond has been famous for thousands of years, and the ancient sword cultivation spirit has been continuous since ancient times. No one can understand or explain it.”

“Eight Lords are familiar with the sword ‘Great Dream of Thousand Years’, and have already told the world the significance of the existence of the Sword Burial Tomb. Even if the Sword Ancestor is resurrected, he will still help him at this time.”

“So whether you agree or not, I will give him the name to help him pass the Hedao period directly and return to zero perfection.”

After saying that.

Without waiting for Jianma’s consent.

Blood beads appeared from Wen Ting’s fingertips and flowed into the body of the ancestral tree Sisal, causing the sword tomb to shake and the sword washing pool to ripple.

Wen Ting pointed his fingers together, pointing to the ghost and Buddha realm in the central area.

After Qingju took Xuanmiao away, the sword tomb began to emit rays of light again and surged wildly towards Lingyu Mountain.

“Sword, raise!”

…

The sword falls!

Lingyu Mountain in the central region.

On the sword pillar formation that blocked the space above and below, the ten thousand foot ghost hunter took advantage of the situation and nailed it down.

The night of sunset is the last moment of life, and when I return home the sword is raised.

But the Eight Lords can summon Jian Dongshan and Qingju, even if they can arrive in an instant, just as Hua Changdeng said…

“Too late!”

A sword comes from the east.

Qingju penetrates time and space, leaving behind a mysterious glow.

When I reached the top of Lingyu Mountain, all I saw was the familiar figure from thirty years ago, holding the East.

But he hasn’t held me yet…

The ghost hunters went down and completely blasted the eight gods and sword masters into pieces, annihilating them into nothingness.

The world suddenly became quiet.

Qingju arrived late and hovered in the air.

The whole world is focused on this broken sword, which is not a famous sword, but is better than a famous sword.

The hilt of Qingju’s sword was wrapped with a very ordinary thick linen rope, and the sword shaft was the same five-edged standard that you could find in any blacksmith shop on the roadside.

The only thing that can distinguish Qingju from ordinary iron swords is its half-foot-long broken sword body and a faint green dragon line in the middle of the sword body, which must have been specially drawn by the swordsmith.

“So ordinary!”

Qingju became famous thirty years ago and is still a household name today.

It was not until this moment that the Five Realms could truly see the appearance of the broken sword.

But this ordinary iron sword, whose blade is almost as short as the hilt, is the backup of the Eight Lords and his only reliance in the face of the sword column array and the thousand-foot ghost hunting?

“I think so. It seems not possible?”

What is the Sword Pillar Array? It is constructed based on the five chaos artifacts and five famous swords.

Compared with Qingju, the Ghost Hunter became famous in ancient times earlier. Although its experience was similar, it was transformed from an ordinary Horcrux into a famous sword through time and fame.

Ghost hunting, but a senior!
Ten famous swords born and raised by nature, a senior of the way of the famous sword…

As for Qingju.

The rootless ghost cave, the sharp and powerful ancestor god Hua Changdeng…

As for the eight masters.

The bright moon shines on fireflies, and the difference is immediately apparent.

So Qingju arrived late. Qingju only saw his master for the last time. Qingju was stunned, and everyone in the Five Realms could understand.

But what the Five Realms couldn’t understand was…

Although the ghost hunter had already killed the eight sword masters with his sword, Hua Changdeng was like he had seen a ghost. He retreated repeatedly, staring at Qingju and screaming in pain:

“impossible!”

“This is impossible!”

“By, by, by… How is it possible?!”

Qingju remained silent.

I used the sword tomb as a sheath, hid the sword for thirty years, and cried for thirty years.

Now that it has been unsheathed, the first thing it does is to greet the death of the sword holder, but it has not shed a single tear.

It just trembled slightly.

“Buzz.”

…

Under Fusang City, Wu Ji’s eyes suddenly widened. This broken sword…

What did he see?
This broken sword was actually performing the sword-watching technique just like a person?

If the eight masters observe the sword well, the sword will come to life.

Qingju observes nothingness, and something is born from nothing. The “I” that the Eight Masters know comes from nothingness like a sword thought!

“By…”

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly realized something.

Hua Changdeng’s series of screams of shock were not meant to say “why”, but he realized that this was the word “凭” in the Love Sword Technique·Forget Love Sword·Mountain and Sea 凭.

Just like one’s own two lives and the certificate of reincarnation, as long as one is not dead in this life, the previous life will not be destroyed; similarly, if the previous life is not destroyed, no one can directly erase this life.

This is “reliance”!
Relying on the mountains and seas, relying on the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers to determine the self, but there is a loophole. If the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers are erased, the self will be unmoored and become a rootless duckweed, and can be killed.

The reason why the reincarnation principle is superior to it on a superficial level is that it determines the present life based on the previous life. Ninety-nine percent of people, even the ancestral gods, cannot master the way of time and transcend the Tao. The destruction of Xu Xiaoshou’s previous life has a great impact on his present life.

“Qing Ju” and “Ba Zun’an” rely on “I” with “sword” and “I” with “sword”. They rely on each other and are yin and yang to each other.

Yin is immortal and Yang is not dead.

Sword, I.

This is the “Sword Me”!
…

“Shhhhh.”

In just a moment, Qingju View disappeared.

Creating something out of nothing, the sword thoughts entangled and intertwined to form a human form.

After sacrificing his body, soul and mind, he sacrificed himself in the sword column array and the ten thousand feet ghost hunting array, and used Qingju as a support to pull himself back from “nothingness” and “dream”.

Using Qingju as the backbone, he used sword thoughts to reshape the immortal sword body.

Ba Zun’an and Qing Ju are no longer one on the left and one on the right, one yin and one yang. There is a clear boundary line that needs to be held in order to “become one”.

They merged directly into one, forming a perfect zero… no, “0”!
“Hua Changdeng, do you understand?”

“Famous Sword 21, the Mystery of the Sword Ancestor, I was unable to present it to you, but you, you all wanted to see it the most…”

Ba Zun’an raised his eyes, as if he saw the ancestor god who was staring at him from outside the country at this moment, and raised his sleeves slightly, “I think I have done it.”

Dead silence, peacefulness.

There was nothing unusual.

There is no Taoist radiance gushing out.

The mysterious image of Qingju’s tail blooming also disappeared after returning to zero.

After the Eight Statues reappeared on the top of Lingyu Mountain, they no longer aroused any special images between heaven and earth, as if they were just an ordinary rock that had been left over from ancient times.

He was already there.

He should stand there.

There is nothing “out of the ordinary” about it, nor is there any “enlightenment”. It has never been “transcendent”, so it naturally won’t attract the attention of the thunder tribulation, which will then destroy the Dharma, destroy people, and destroy everything.

But……

“impossible!”

“It shouldn’t be like this!”

Hua Changdeng stepped back in panic and looked up at the sky.

Above the sky and in the outer space, there is indeed no gathering of the great catastrophe of the ancestor gods destroying the law.

The Eight Ans are just the Eight Ans.

He is simply one with the sword.

Before that, his spiritual energy, magic, and life dissipated, and he stood in front of him in an ordinary real form.

“Still don’t understand?”

Ba Zun An smiled, stepped forward, and opened his mouth…

“Shut up!”

Hua Changdeng suddenly went crazy and retreated several miles away, “I didn’t ask you to recite!”

Ba Zun’an was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

He bent down and picked up a rock. There was no spiritual energy, no magic, and no sword intent. The rock came naturally. Everything was in accordance with the rhythm of Tao, as if it was natural.

He threw rocks into the lake…

Where is the lake in Lingyu Mountain?
Hua Changdeng’s eyes widened, and the Five Regions were also inexplicably terrified.

But once the stone passed, there was indeed a lake in front of them, surrounded by a white jade railing, and there were a few fat geese.

“Hehe…”

The stone sank into the lake. The goose was startled and swam away while calling. That was all.

“That’s all.”

Ba Zun’an looked at Hua Changdeng again and said in a heavier voice,
“The Tao, that’s all.”

“The Tao has no top or bottom, no height or lowness, does nothing, yet does everything. Therefore, it is perfect and should be free from calamities.”

He took another step forward.

Hua Changdeng’s eyes were red with anger, and he retreated three miles: “Impossible! Impossible!”

The eight masters all smiled.

Hua Changdeng’s pupils dilated.

He was not Ba Zun’an, he was the highest mountain in the Yunshan Emperor Realm that no one had climbed before!
Ba Zun’an smiled again.

Hua Changdeng’s pupils trembled.

No, he is not a mountain, he is just Ba Zun An, as he said, nothing more.

Ba Zun An smiled again.

Hua Changdeng completely collapsed.

He saw the Cloud Mountain Emperor Realm again, that unreachable and supreme mountain…

What is this?
What is this thing?
What kind of ability is this?
Stones, goose lake, everything that shouldn’t exist, is said to exist… Dream? Great dream for thousands of years? Dream ancestor? Has he become the dream ancestor?
Seeing a mountain is a mountain, seeing a mountain is not a mountain, seeing a mountain is still a mountain… The unity of man and sword is not ordinary, but a return to nature?

No!
Returning to the original state cannot be so “real”!
That kind of “truth” is “Tao”, the omnipresent “Tao”, which gives rise to nature, freedom of will, and creation out of nothing.

It’s not “truth” or “Taoism”. The Eight Lords have no spiritual essence, no magic, and no life. How can they create all this?
“What are you?”

Hua Changdeng’s thoughts were in turmoil, and he could no longer stop himself from losing control. Confusion turned into fear, and he roared hoarsely:
“Ba Zun’an, what on earth are you?!”

Lingyu Mountain is dead silent at this moment.

The Eight Zun An is sometimes the Eight Zun An, sometimes it is Qing Ju, and sometimes its back is Qing Ju, returning to the perfect Eight Zun An sword me.

“I, what?”

Ba Zun’an frowned.

That feeling came out and he tried his best.

But it became impossible for me to explain to Hua Changdeng, the ancient sword cultivator of the Five Realms, or to Xu Xiaoshou who was observing “me” at this moment, what “I” was.

“It’s just me.”

Ba Zun An took another step forward.

Hua Changdeng stopped his retreat and looked on in horror.

The Eighth Master tilted his hand, and Qingju appeared. He shattered the sword in an instant, and Qingju materialized him.

The Eight Lords’ hands trembled, and Qingju shattered. He grasped the east again, and then a sword came to the east.

This cycle repeats itself, and yin and yang are in harmony.

There is no mistake, everything returns to zero and is perfect.

“This is me.”

“If you still don’t understand, maybe this way, you will understand it more clearly…”

The eight statues were tilted and held the green house, their brows suddenly furrowed.

He took a step forward, and with Lingyu as the base, the entire Central Region was swirling with brilliant silver sword thoughts.

With a loud bang, the sound of a catastrophe exploded in the sky.

The Eight Zun An raised his sword and stabbed himself, his body and soul disappeared, and the catastrophe disappeared as well.

“impossible!”

Hua Changdeng shouted in horror.

The foreign demon ancestor also seemed confused.

But at this moment, the sound of heaven and earth resounded, sweeping across the four directions, directly giving people a sudden enlightenment:

“Break my body and soul, and use the sword to open the gate of heaven.”

“This is a mortal immortal, also known as the ancestor god.”