I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 2051

Chapter 1925 This Road

“Hoohoo!”

There was heavy snow on Lingyu Mountain, flying everywhere.

The freezing cold wind rushed in through the mouth and nose, and the coldness slapped on the eyelids and cheeks. Every touch was a shiver deep into the bone marrow.

Hua Changdeng could hardly hear the noise of the world anymore. In his dull and lifeless eyes, reflected was the lonely figure in snow-white clothes opposite him.

One man and one sword can make the sun and the moon lose their brilliance.

“A mortal among immortals…”

The eight statues are like a piece of beautiful jade!
They are motionless, hiding wisdom in the jade, standing forever between heaven and earth, and are a creation of supernatural power.

When Qingju returns to the body, the Tao follows nature and becomes a whole.

What He presents in His entire being is the perfect fusion of yin and yang, and a complete perfection without any flaw or omission.

It is Wuji and also Taiji.

However, the concept of “ancestor gods” is not just talk, as still as a mountain and as powerful as thunder.

When Qingju called and held it diagonally in his hand, Tai Chi gave birth to two opposites, and the boundary between Yin and Yang was clear.

Even if the ancestor gods are summoned to destroy the law in a catastrophe, they can return to perfection and break the catastrophe with a wave of their sleeves.

“One step back to zero, transcending the great catastrophe of the ancestor god’s destruction of the law, that’s all.”

“What about His Hedao Period?”

Even though the Eight Masters demonstrated it several times, Hua Changdeng seemed to understand it, but he still couldn’t get around this corner due to the inertia of his thinking.

Why is it that some people can be deified and called the ancestor of gods without going through tribulations or achieving harmony with the Tao, and can return to zero in one step?

Hua Changdeng’s knowledge is no less than that of the Ten Patriarchs. Without it, he would not be able to embark on the path of two-in-one. He can even reverse the fall and rise again after failure, and reopen the mysterious glory with the way of sword.

If the later generations were to compare his achievements in detail when compiling the history books, his achievements should have surpassed those of the four ancestors, Sword, Dragon, War and Heaven, by at least half a level.

Yes! Compared to the long and long life of the Ancestral God, Hua Changdeng is not even a fraction of that.

But in just a few short and hurried decades, He has already achieved the utmost, the utmost of an era!

He perfectly interpreted his own talents, made perfect use of the resources of the Holy Emperor Yunshan, and perfectly mediated between medicine, ghosts, and swordsmanship, and walked out a new path of his own.

He divided time into parts and used them accordingly – even when he was imprisoned in the screen candle land, he was constantly improving his sword spirit and deducing what steps he should take after becoming the ancestor god.

Hua Changdeng is a genius.

He believed that the five realms would also recognize this as the case.

He is a genius among geniuses, otherwise he wouldn’t have been the first ancestor god of the Soul Refining Era!
But what about the Eight Lords…

Hua Changdeng looked sideways absentmindedly, silently gazing into the distance towards the east.

When Qingju returned from the Sword Burial Mound in Dongshan, and when the Ghost Hunter smashed the eight sword masters in the town of Shugui, all the so-called “geniuses” became jokes!

In the face of the one-step reset, the previously painstaking efforts to refine the power of the god of death, annex the God Court and the underworld, combine the ghost ancestors into one, and the sword ghosts opened up mysteries, all became clown tricks!
“Tap, tap, tap…”

In the dead silence of my own world, the sound of crisp footsteps sounded again, as if someone was walking towards me.

Hua Changdeng’s eyes are blurry.

He looked over and no longer saw the Five Realms.

Instead, he saw himself half-leaning under a broken willow tree, between the screen and the candlelight, looking casual and self-satisfied.

One man, one sword.

An old table and a dim lamp.

It’s not self-pity, but hidden arrogance, disdain, and conceit.

“Tap! Tap! Tap!”

But the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and becoming more and more harsh.

Step by step, he stepped on his own heart of Tao, creating waves one after another.

Hua Changdeng looked out from under the broken willow tree. The ancient well was calm at that time, but now the lake of his heart is like a tsunami.

His pupils trembled violently.

He knew exactly what time it was, who the person was, and what he was trying to do.

In the Eighth Palace!
The Holy Slave’s First Seat Revealed!

The eighth swordsman is back!
The one who came with crisp footsteps, shaking his head and mumbling something was Dao Qiongcang, who was holding the Tianji Si Nan and told him about this.

“Shut up!”

“Shut up!”

Hua Changdeng suddenly jumped up, and stabbed with the Sword Ghost’s three swords, making several holes in Dao Qiongcang and crushing the figure into powder.

He took a breath, as if he had stopped something, but…

Bang!

The Tianji Si Nan fell to the ground, and the shadow of the star spoon was illuminated by the candlelight on the screen, rotating in circles.

The long chanting of Dao Qiongcang, like the green residence coming from the east, pierces people’s hearts directly, and still cannot be restrained from singing loudly in the depths of the soul:

“A sword comes from the east, a sword immortal, drunkenly leaning against the underworld and walking towards the blue sky.”

“I don’t want to be a guest in the secular world, how can I be so sincere and pious?”

Snap!

The screen shattered on the ground like a mirror flower or a mirror-like moon.

After spending his entire life trying, he still failed at the last moment. He could neither be in harmony with the Tao nor swallow my sword. Instead, he was like a devout pilgrim, who bowed once, twice, and three times, respectfully inviting the gods and Buddhas in his eyes to come.

The gods and Buddhas did not move.

Hua Changdeng saw that his hidden arrogance, disdain and conceit were trampled underfoot and crushed into dregs.

…

“Hoohoo!”

Heavy snow and white hair.

The whistling sound of the wind suddenly woke up the people standing on stones in Lingyu and Fusang.

“hiss.”

Gou Wu Yue was like a drowning person who finally floated to the surface and took a breath of the long-lost air filled with sour water vapor.

He survived.

His chest heaved violently.

“road……”

He stared at the eight statues in the sky in a trance.

In a blink of an eye, the eight deities disappeared, merging into one with the heaven and earth!
In front of them, Hua Changdeng, who was originally unattainable despite being a deity, was suddenly reduced to the bottom of the dust, and he could no longer be seen.

How can the light of a firefly compete with the brightness of the bright moon?

But……

“How did you do that?”

“How can we achieve it in one go?”

Gou Wu Yue witnessed very clearly the process of Ba Zun An’s pursuit of the Tao. He also knew this guy’s personality and he would never keep anything to himself.

I will show you how much you can see and how much you can learn. The rest depends on your own luck.

“Calling the ancestor a god, the fate of the ancestor god, the true self and false self, distinguishing the self, two merge into one, one returns to zero…”

Some of these things were what he had seen himself, and some were mentioned by Dao Qiongcang. Gou Wu Yue knew very well what to do in the future.

But he could still understand the path taken by the Tenth Ancestor and the path taken by Hua Changdeng. Even though they were extraordinary, they did not make people feel powerless.

Everyone has a scale in his heart.

Whatever he can do, and to what extent he tries, I can also do it, and maybe even better!
Therefore, seeing Hua Changdeng being deified and named the ancestor, Gou Wuyue felt emotional, but never despaired.

But……

Eight Zun An?
What are you doing?
“Sword me, sword me, Qingju relies on me, I rely on Qingju?”

“Compared to the Ancestral God Fate, Qing Ju has a spiritual body, which can be regarded as another “me”. The sword he raised himself is of course more useful… Yes, this is better in terms of intention, but it should be inferior to the Ancestral God Fate in terms of power, right?”

“No! The ‘three thousand strands of worry’ that Hua Changdeng cut off and the ‘unchanging shackles’ that Ba Zun’an got rid of are more important… Ba Zun’an is walking a new path, and he completely understands me!”

“Then in a deeper sense, the unchanging self is completely eliminated, and the remaining ones are all ‘variables’. Isn’t this exactly what the founder of the evil Yin swallowing technique wanted to do, to exhaust all changes. In the end, he failed?”

“That’s not right! Ba Zun An did not fail. He not only saw through the path of Demon Ancestor and Suyin, but also the sword of Qingju was the key to breaking the deadlock!”

“The Eighth Lord is already dead! When Qing Ju looked back at him, he only got a ray of clarity. But He was able to use a little to control the many, and a tiny to control the great. In an instant, He was able to control the ever-changing me?”

“It’s still not right! How can one discern one’s true self in an instant? That means it’s the other way around – Qing Ju relies on a strand of the Eight Lords of the Ten Thousand Changes, and if he goes along with every change, the Eight Lords of the Ten Thousand Changes will be able to accept it, so…”

“Instead, He relied on the Eight Unchanging Ones to reveal the Eight Unchanging Ones? This means that He is changing all the time, but in the perfect balance of yin and yang, He has found the relatively static ‘Unchanging One’, which allows Him to be clear-minded and resist the transformation of the Great Dao?”

hiss?!

Gou Wu Yue took a breath of cold air.

In that instant, his brain almost burned out, and he still couldn’t be sure whether his speculation was correct.

“Elephant Dragon Sixth Grade…”

Yes, that feeling is back.

However, it is different from the tenth-grade and sixth-grade elephant dragons, who fully comprehended the sword intent in an instant.

This time, the eight masters are even taller!

Clearly, he could understand until the last step, but suddenly… without blinking or losing focus, he couldn’t keep up again!
The Eight Masters laid out the entire process of the inquiry in front of the Five Realms cultivators, without hiding a single step.

Looking around, I’m afraid that no one in the whole world can keep up with his pace. Is it the same for Hua Changdeng and the three foreign ancestors?

“Ha, haha…”

After being stunned for a moment, Gou Wu Yue was actually happy, with only bitterness in his heart.

Gou Wu Yue took down the Ten Thrones, the Seven Sword Immortals, and the two greatest monuments in the world of spirit refining.

Apart from him, who else can dare to be called a well-deserved double genius of this era?

But……

People still have to compare themselves with others!

Three breaths of innateness, three years to become a sword master, everyone just laughed it off, because many people can do it, it’s just that it’s not passed on in such a mysterious way.

Elephant Dragon Grade Ten, Elephant Dragon Grade Six, half of the Ten Thrones couldn’t laugh, but there was still someone who could surpass them, after all, Kui Leihan was the creator of the first generation of Che Shennian.

But for you, the above few are as simple as eating and drinking water, then it’s fine, but why do you need to attain enlightenment while others spend their entire life trying to find the truth.

Can you also return to zero in one step, as if breaking through the innate sword intent?
Gou Wuyue turned his head away, not knowing what he was thinking. Finally, he rubbed his eyes and looked back into the void, looking at the figure standing calmly.

He is in heaven.

I am like an ant.

Am I really just naturally dull?

How to explain Hua Changdeng’s broken heart?
The three ancestors outside the country wanted to seize the eight masters, but now that the eight masters have achieved the Tao, they have all fled and no one has come out. Why?

“Oh.”

Gou Wu Yue let out a deep breath, trying to calm his resentment, but he didn’t know how to calm himself down.

“With one sword, I will kill the gods and Buddhas in your heart…”

“I will kill you with one sword…”

Can’t be cut off!

This big Buddha is completely established in my heart!
The word “Qingju”.

The sentence “The last thing to happen is sunset, and when I return, I just draw my sword” kills the battle directly without any buffer.

How can a genius and a monster be compared?

This kind of talent can be pursued throughout one’s life, but it is still impossible to match it!

But……

Is it really just talent?
Gou Wuyue looked at the figure standing tall in the void, and what appeared in his eyes was the frail figure with a hunched back when he first saw him in the Eight Palaces thirty years later.

There was no way he could combine who he was then and who he is today.

Is this really for one person?

But after a short trance, he realized what else was needed to achieve the status of the Eight Masters, besides talent:
The Three Patriarchs from outside the border, weren’t they the ones who had thousands of people in white passing through and dark clouds covering the city?

People who cultivate the Tao do not seek themselves but lament the remnants of the holy ancestors. Are they not servants?
Gou Wu Yue laughed because he suddenly realized that what the Eight Masters said at that time was not only about the time, but also about the general trend:
“Black clouds deceive the sky, and the great river flows westward.”

“When the moral principles are no longer in place, power is at the mercy of the ministers and slaves.”

So!

Before he returned to the zero path, all his emaciated, weak, and unbearable appearances were really a bird with broken wings?
His hunched back and broken body were really a saint slave lower than the Holy Temple and weaker than the five great saint emperor families, because of the overwhelming pressure from the ancestors of the magic medicine ghost?
The answer was written earlier.

As early as in Tiansang Ling Palace, the holy slave brought out Xu Xiaoshou.

Long before the Eight Lords publicly declared war behind the White Cave.

His “I” has never been confused from beginning to end, and has always been clear and firm.

“A bird with broken wings is not a vassal, and a sword is not a mortal body…”

Gou Wu Yue looked at the eight hunched-backed masters in the Eight Palaces at that time, and saw them straighten up little by little in his eyes.

Until he straightened his back and touched his head, touched the sky, touched the eight ancestors of the moment, and merged with their yin and yang, becoming one.

“Bow with fear and trepidation? My heaven is too low!”

…

“Sword training…”

There are tens of millions of cultivators, and in their eyes, there are tens of millions of Eight Masters.

At the foot of Fusang City, Xiao Kongtong had a smile on his face and collapsed on the ground with his mouth wide open, as if all his strength had been drained out. He only looked at his teacher with fascination.

Beautiful!
So beautiful!
Incomparable beauty!

When Qingju and Bazun’an merged into one and became its backbone, Xiao Kongtong could see it.

“The sword-cultivation technique, the sword-cultivation technique that my teacher taught me.”

“It’s the same method as nourishing the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword!”

“That is to say, I just haven’t realized the union of yin and yang yet, but as early as the very beginning, as recorded in the “Sword Viewing Classic”, the teacher’s Tao already had its prototype…”

Xiao Kongtong can understand everything and accept everything.

In his world, the three words “Ba Zun’an” originally represent “omnipotent”.

It was too normal for him to shock the Third Ancestor.

He destroyed Hua Zu with ease.

He is an immortal who should have lived in heaven. He came from the West, picked up a sword in the East, and enjoyed life. All living beings do not know his intentions and find it difficult to guess what he is thinking.

Hua Changdeng?
Hua Changdeng should have laid down thirty years ago.

Dao Xuanji changed his fate once, but could not escape the fate of being blown by the cold wind and the candle being extinguished.

All of this had been foreshadowed. Long before Master Ba Zun’an laid out the Void Island, when Yu Yunlun was fishing, he announced the answer:
“I came from the west, and flowed eastward along the river.”

“In the daytime, I watch the grass grow, and at night, I sleep with ghosts.”

“The mayfly guesses my intention, and the cool breeze extinguishes the candle.”

“When drunk, drink the water of the mortal world; when awake, be like a fairy.”

…

Outside the Four Symbols Secret Realm.

Dao Qiongcang landed on the Crescent Peak and stood facing the wind.

A desire arose in his heart, an extremely impulsive desire.

Everyone saw the splendor of the Eight Deities and the “yang” side of Him after His enlightenment.

But few people could see the dilemma of the Eighth Ancestor. His “yin” was unable to take any action!
“Wuwei…”

Looking at this road, the eight masters have followed their practice.

In fact, it is not difficult to see what kind of Tao this guy is practicing. The so-called unchanging and ever-changing, past, present and future are not very important.

“Either fail or vanish into thin air.”

“Either achieve enlightenment or ascend to the higher realms.”

In Dao Qiongcang’s eyes, there are only two possible outcomes for the Eight Lords: “either this or that”.

Although the statements are different, the two endings actually have the same name, which is “out”.

The variable did happen after all!

The Holy Land cannot withstand this extremely powerful guy. In the heavenly realm, he is like a fish in water.

Here, we are constrained everywhere.

“One sword, one domain?”

Dao Qiongcang made a rough estimate and based on the strength of the Zero Ancestor God, it was likely that the Holy Spirit Continent would be destroyed with just two or three strikes.

Hua Zu?

He never took Hua Changdeng seriously.

But after the Eight Masters mastered one or two swords, the “I” and His Tao that He understood clearly…

“Such a perfect path, even I want to take it away, how can the devil, medicine, and evil spirit not be tempted?”

“Eight Lords, would you not be on guard?”

“Then I…”

Dao Qiongcang tried hard to hold back his impulse.

Once his greed was suppressed, he was happy to remain on the sidelines, waiting to see who would be the first to extend a greedy hand to the Eight Lords.

Glancing back at the Four Symbols Secret Realm, he laughed, and began to chant while shaking his head. He had collected a lot of sword words from the Eight Lords.

“Idle and carefree, I forget my shame when I am crowned a saint and emperor~”

“Please lend me your three-foot swords, and watch me cut off all the sorrows in the world~”

After a pause, Dao Qiongcang held the two jade walnuts in his hands, raised his chin, and said with a joking expression:
“I am so worried. Who are happy and who are sad?” (End of this chapter)