I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 2053

Chapter 1927 Double Meteor

Woo——

All the heavens mourn.

Not only the Holy Spirit Continent, but also the Xing Realm, the Ruins of God, the Void Island, the Holy Emperor’s Secret Realm and other worlds that are not in this plane but have had intersections and connections with the Holy Spirit Continent all have this perception.

The demise of the Ancestral God was known to all realms, but they were powerless to intervene and could only watch.

The blooming brilliance feeds back to heaven and earth from Lingyu Mountain, and streams of light are poured into all parts of the Holy Continent.

Some fell on barren lands, nourishing abundant spiritual lakes, while others fell in abandoned forbidden areas, giving birth to ownerless holy powers…

The grass and trees come back to life, and the dead branches turn green.

Everyone felt nourished by the feedback of spiritual energy, and their spirits and spirits improved a lot.

But at the same time, I couldn’t help feeling sad, and tears welled up in my eyes for no apparent reason, as if Beihuai had come again.

“Hua Zu, fallen…”

As the first cultivator to be deified and called the ancestor in the Spirit Refining Era, he should have been praised through the ages, leaving behind countless achievements, and ranked as the eleventh ancestor.

Unexpectedly, the glory is fleeting.

The eight masters returned to zero in one step, ending the prosperous era of Huazu that was about to begin.

Is this the end?
No!
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is not the end, but rather the beginning of the battle for supremacy among the ancestral gods.

After all, after Hua Zu, there are several other ancestors who are eyeing the opportunity covetously, and each of them is waiting for the arrival of this critical turning point.

But that’s another story.

In the distant Lingyu Mountain range, on top of the snow-covered peak, there stood a young man alone, his eyes filled with sadness.

“Master…”

The Huachang lamp and screen have illuminated the earth for thirty years.

From the time Xi held the sword, to the time he was seen, to the time he received instruction from Hua Changdeng, it was actually only a little over ten years.

During this period, I learned sword skills sporadically. Sometimes I couldn’t go to Pingfengzhudi once a month and couldn’t see my master.

However, I benefit a lot from every meeting.

Even though his master Hua Changdeng had never acknowledged him to the outside world and never looked over here until his death, when the Holy Spirit Temple still existed, only a few people such as the Taoist Temple Master knew his identity.

Xi, still grateful.

He knew that before he grew up, “not recognizing” was the greatest protection.

When the master was canonized as the Holy Emperor, it was also the day before he left Pingfengzhudi, and Xi went to see him for the last time.

After the teaching session, Xi felt a sense of parting and could not help but ask the question that had remained in his heart for more than ten years of sword training:
“Master, why did you choose me back then?”

There is no shortage of swordsmanship geniuses in the Yunshan Emperor Realm, and Beibei grew up there since childhood, with aptitude far superior to his own.

Looking at all the young ancient sword practitioners in the five regions, he was not one of the best, and no one paid attention to him when he was just starting out.

However, because the Taoist master set up a prototype of the “Sword Department”, he began to secretly select talents.

Xi was pretty good and was chosen to be a “seed”.

There are still many of the same seeds.

Xi can only be ranked in the top ten, and cannot be compared with those with the surnames Yue, Hua, and Rao, and the nobles on the Holy Mountain.

“You have no name or surname, but your qualifications are decent.”

This was Master’s answer. It seemed that from the very beginning, he had no intention of picking people from among the high-level officials in the Holy Emperor Secret Realm or the Holy Mountain?

“But over the years, you didn’t have the idea of accepting a disciple. It seems that until now… uh, you haven’t. Why did you choose me at that time?”

“Because of inheritance.”

Xi vaguely remembered that when Master said this, there was regret in his eyes.

Of course he asked further questions, but the Master did not give a direct answer.

Inheritance?

The inheritance of ancient swordsmanship?

Master switched from Ghost Sword to the Way of the Soul in the middle of his studies. Was it to make up for the regret of not sticking to Ghost Sword?
Or was it…

Generally speaking, if a lineage is passed down from one person to another, it seems that the old man has a premonition that his time is up, so he would choose to accept a disciple, right?
To this day, this is still Xi’s confusion.

At that time, he felt that this was the last time he would see her, so Xi risked his life and asked the question that every ancient sword cultivator was concerned about:

“Will there be another battle between Master and the Eighth Sword Immortal?”

“Yes!” The answer was firm and definite.

“Master, how sure are you?”

“…”

The master remained silent.

Xi’s first reaction was that his master no longer took Ba Zun An seriously and did not even consider him.

Judging from his expression, something felt wrong.

My guess is that it’s about fifty-fifty. If the Eighth Sword Immortal had the means to deal with the Sword Ghost, he would not have been idle for more than thirty years.

Now it seems…

Master’s silence at that time seemed to contain more information?

The master did not answer directly, but took the initiative to mention another thing that he was curious about but never dared to ask:
“Do you know why I turned away from the ancient sword path and practiced from ghost swordsmanship to the soul path in the past?”

Xi shook his head. He really didn’t know this.

“Because of this thing.”

The master took out a pitch-black wooden box that was larger than a human head. What was inside it aroused people’s curiosity.

He opened the box, and a strong soul power surged out. When he looked clearly, he realized that it was a huge “ghost” character.

“The true origin.”

Before I could ask, the master took the initiative to explain, but it seemed a bit sloppy: “I don’t know what the specific function is, I only have a few guesses.”

Xi was stunned, but he could only take the box and stare at the ancient font, lost in thought.

The master said to himself: “Eighth Master is a natural talent. In terms of ghost swordsmanship alone, he is not as good as me. In terms of ancient swordsmanship, I am not as good as him.”

“But few people know that I was able to become the only ‘Lord of Fengdu’ because when I obtained this true origin tablet, I obtained the Divine Court and the Underworld and borrowed three points of external power.”

Xi remained silent and did not dare to agree.

Who has never relied on external forces when cultivating the Dao?
Background, resources, opportunities, and luck can all be understood as external forces, regardless of good or bad, and blessings and disasters are interdependent. Although Xi was born in a poor family, he was able to borrow the external force of the screen and candle land.

The Eighth Sword Immortal is certainly extraordinary, but how could the sword art he practices be created out of nothing? Didn’t he rely entirely on his own understanding?

In fact, it was also on the shoulders of the Sword Ancestor!
The experience of the Sword Burial Tomb and the acquaintance with You Tu were also partially related!
They were all borrowing the road. The Eighth Sword Immortal did not mention other opportunities, and the master just revealed more to me.

“I hesitated.” The master pondered for a long time before speaking:
“The reason I hesitated is that I saw the upper limit of the ghost sword technique. Even if the sword is mysterious, the height is limited to the sword ancestor.”

“Maybe I can transcend again, but the possibility of me making further progress is very slim, and I can’t make much progress.”

“At best, he can only be on par with the eight ancestral gods, if he can do it.”

After a pause, the master said firmly: “And if he can be crowned as an ancestor, then he can certainly achieve the enlightenment that I have achieved.”

Xi, it was only then that I understood.

The talent of the Eighth Sword Immortal actually put an extremely heavy pressure on his master, who was born as the Holy Emperor of Yunshan and had defeated him once.

He put pressure on everyone of that era, making them unwilling to make just a little progress and requiring them to take big steps forward with no upper limit in sight.

Only if you follow the right path can you walk with peace of mind.

It seems that only in this way can one avoid being left far behind by the Eight Masters.

“So, Master also practices the way of the soul. After the sword and the soul are combined into one, the upper limit is even higher.” Xi Ruoyou suddenly realized.

These slightly flattering words failed to elicit more comments from Master. Instead, they seemed to have made the atmosphere awkward.

Xi looked up after saying this.

He saw his master staring at the word “ghost” in his box with a complicated expression.

Do you have any questions?

Xi was about to ask, but when he thought of the Origin of the True Tablet and how his master had just said that he didn’t know much about it, he stopped.

“Master intends to pass this thing on to me?”

The box has already been handed to me, so why ask this question? What he is actually asking is how to use it.

He secretly tried using sword power, spiritual thoughts, etc., but there was no response.

Drops of blood?

You have to wait until Master leaves before you can try it.

“It’s not for your use now.” The master rarely smiled, but it was a laugh.

He looked into the distance, without further explanation, and simply ordered without question:

“Don’t show this to anyone, including the Taoist master.”

“Afterwards, if I succeed, you will understand how to use this item, and you can use it to practice my way.”

“If I fail, you will give this item to the one who kills me… to the Eight Lords.”

“Ah?” Xi was shocked. “Why? The Sword Ghost has been completed, but Master, this is not considered a success? Then how should I define success and failure?”

“I have no idea……”

The omnipotent and omniscient Master always looks confused and ignorant when talking about the Original Truth, like a golden bird in a cage.

He could only speculate and said solemnly:

“But then, maybe, he’ll know.”

…

Under the city of Fusang, ghosts are transformed.

Next to the dilapidated low wall, Xi Zhi appeared, holding a wooden box wrapped in black cloth in his hand.

There was no one else around.

The aura here is terrifying and weird, making people instinctively want to retreat.

Xi suppressed the urge to turn around and leave and did not retreat.

His eyes swept over the sword fairy Liu Fuyu and he nodded slightly in greeting.

He quickly looked at the unfamiliar woman with cloud-like hair next to him, thought for a moment, and recognized that she was the legendary figure.

Moon Palace Slave?

He suppressed his fear and didn’t dare to say anything, just pretending not to know him.

Xi looked at the woman in black skirt in the middle of the three women. The black chicken lying on the woman’s head was staring straight at him…the wooden box in his hand!

“Long time no see, Miss Zhiwen.”

Xi didn’t say much, and quickly got to the point, handing over the wooden box wrapped in black cloth in his hand:

“My name is Xi, and my master is Hua Changdeng.”

“Master has ordered that this item should be presented to the Eighth Sword… the Eighth Ancestor, but I have no way to get close, so I can only come and disturb you.”

Even if there is one guess, this item was used to save his life after the death of his master, to avoid being settled with by the Holy Slave later.

Xi Wuxin was like this, telling everything. He knew that with the insight of that person, nothing could escape his eyes.

Who?
Of course it was the chicken with the sword in its mouth that was lying on Miss Zhiwen’s head!
“Eight Zun An…”

Yu Zhiwen muttered, turning her pretty face to one side, “Then it should be for Sister Yue?”

The Moon Palace Slave did not move.

As smart as she is, she can see the determination and intelligence of this young man who suddenly appeared.

From the beginning to the end, this wooden box was not aimed at Ba Zun’an or herself, but at Yu Zhiwen, or Xu Xiaoshou above her.

“Feel sorry.”

As expected, Xi looked straight ahead, and said in a soft yet firm tone: “This item may need to be opened by the master himself.”

The Moon Palace Slave did not move at all, nor was he angry.

The black chicken then raised its wings and tapped the fish under it.

Without hesitation.

Yu Zhiwen took the wooden box, his expression became extremely serious, and as he opened the black cloth, he asked:

“He, what else did he instruct?”

As soon as these words came out, Xi knew that the person talking to him could not be the Taoist chief Yu Zhiwen, but Shou Ye.

No matter how smart Miss Zhiwen was, she couldn’t have asked such a profound question in the first sentence, let alone been so direct.

But Xu Xiaoshou…

Xi, suddenly felt dazed.

If Ba Zun An is the highest in the sky, how should Shou Ye evaluate him?
The reason why he came to the door and ignored Ba Zun An and Yue Gong Nu was because the situation had evolved to this point, the situation was getting more intense, and Shou Ye was still not seen.

And the first step of playing the Eight Masters as chess, Shou Ye, has already defeated the three foreign ancestors!
He is only a few years older than me…

Xi didn’t dare to be distracted, and quickly gathered his thoughts and said, “Master said something that he didn’t know.”

Yu Zhiwen was stunned and opened his mouth slightly.

But Wuji lay down and stared at Xi, so she didn’t say anything.

Xi quickly continued: “Master said that when the eighth… eighth ancestor gets this thing, ‘maybe, he will know’.”

The wooden box was opened, and the word “ghost” appeared inside.

Yuegongnu glanced to the side and subconsciously opened her mouth to explain, but Yu Zhiwen had already said firmly:
“The true origin of the tablet: ghost?”

“Go up a level, what else do you know? Tell me.”

He really knows… Xi’s forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He felt inexplicably stressed and blurted out:

“When Master gave me this item, he mentioned that this was one of the reasons why he switched from Ghost Swordsmanship to Soul Path.”

“In addition, when he obtained this item, he also obtained the God’s Court and the Underworld.”

Guidance?

Yuegongnu’s beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, and she detected something strange in what she heard.

But if it was Hua Changdeng, even if he realized it later, he would not know that this was guidance. Has he been guided before? He
was able to cultivate the “ghost of intention”. Although he might not be good at the guidance of the ancestor god, at least he has mastered the ability to resist guidance.

Yu Zhiwen’s face turned serious. He didn’t know what he heard, so he continued to ask:

“What else?”

“No, no more.” Xi reacted. There was no need to say more about the fact that his master was afraid of the Eight Zun’an.

“That’s not enough.” Yu Zhiwen shook his head slightly, “Either you swallowed something, or Hua Chang… Hua Zu, even you have reservations.”

This is impossible!

Xi subconsciously wanted to refute, but Yu Zhiwen said, “When did Hua Zu get this thing?”

Master didn’t mention the exact time, but based on speculation…

“It should have happened a long time ago. He didn’t go out during the Screen and Candle period, so it must have been at least thirty years ago?” Xi speculated.

The black chicken said nothing, but held Yu Zhiwen’s ears with its wings and gently turned his head to the side.

Why ask this young man?
Ask the old man!

Stupid!
Yes, time… Yuegongnu realized what he had overlooked, and his expression became solemn:
“When Ba Zun’an and Hua Changdeng first fought, he had already mastered the Lord of Fengdu and had manifested the prototype of Shenting and Yincao. He should have just been in the stage of integrating Shenting.”

“So Hua Changdeng had obtained the ‘Origin of the True Stone’ thirty years ago, but the five great Saint Emperor families only recorded the name of this item and did not know how to use it.”

After a pause, Yuegong Nu said as much as possible: “Even if all the speculations are wrong, Hua Changdeng must have received guidance from the Ghost Ancestor thirty years ago!”

Does this sound like a mockery?
Xi opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

He couldn’t help but ask a more crucial question: “May I ask, Master Shou, what exactly does this Origin of the True Tablet represent?”

Xi looked at the word “ghost” on Yu Zhiwen’s hand, and Yuegongnu also looked at Yu Zhiwen, leaving only the black chicken on Yu Zhiwen’s head, flapping its wings in obvious annoyance.

It seems, hot!

The sudden and sharp rise in temperature!
Yu Zhiwen’s face turned pale and he murmured, “If it weren’t for the guidance of the Ghost Ancestor…”

Did I guess wrong?

Yuegongnu frowned. This shouldn’t be the case!

But the little girl said solemnly: “I was guided by the Medicine Ancestor!”

What?
At this moment, Yuegongnu, Xi, and even Liu Fuyu, who had remained silent, all changed their expressions.

How did he get involved with Medicine Ancestor?
Wasn’t this weak Ancestor knocked back by Kui Leihan’s hammer just after he controlled Bei Huai to come over?

Yu Zhiwen raised his head with difficulty, clenched the word “ghost” with his slender hands, and trembled a little, and said in a lost voice:

“Ghost Ancestor died at least thirty years ago!” (End of this chapter)