I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3765: Chapter 1821: Masterpiece Painting (Part 2)

However...

"Transcend?"

Anyone who has seen it knows it’s utterly impossible!

"Ten Great Evil Ghosts, Ten Great Evil Ghosts..." Cheng Caizhi murmured absentmindedly.

In a blink of an eye, he tried to convince himself that this was just Fantasy Sword Technique, all illusions, tricks from Bazhun’an’s sack of garbage tactics.

Then, he looked up again to see the painting.

Boom!

Cheng Caizhi’s mindset exploded.

It was not Fantasy Sword Technique at all, nor was it fake.

Above the heads of the Ten Great Evil Ghosts were seemingly illusory, yet truly real, golden heavy Thrones.

The Thrones were made of pure gold, embedded with Jade Treasure Beads, with a base three feet high like it was carried by a mysterious tortoise, with ivories and rhinoceros horns adorning both sides, and a hollow long back carved with fierce dragons and ferocious phoenixes, exuding a wild aura, like a blade out of its sheath.

This was no ordinary Throne!

Those ten people were not just the Ten Great Evil Ghosts!

They were the illustrious, dominating figures of the ages, the Ten High Nobles!

...

"I..."

Dai Xiu lifted his spear and suddenly halted.

After his saint’s will swept around, he lowered his head, and the light between his eyes suddenly disappeared.

The world became silent all at once.

The corpses everywhere and the flowing blood were of no importance.

The people standing by the mountain, attracting myriad eyes with fright, were insignificant.

The deadly part was that he, half-saint Dai Xiu, had just lifted his spear to charge in, wanting to pave the way for Brother Cheng, only to find himself mysteriously thrust back into the old battlefield of the Ten High Nobles.

Unlike the old bones like Cheng Caizhi.

Dai Xiu gained fame as a youth, with unmatched prowess, and back then wasn’t an outsider watching with a spectator’s heart, later frightened half to death.

He personally participated in the War of the Ten High Nobles!

"A bit funny..."

Dai Xiu’s mouth twisted as he instantly saw how fake this battlefield was, clearly a creation of Fantasy Sword Technique.

He wore a nonchalant expression at the corners of his mouth, his eyes filled with relaxation and ease, with only the Che Li Spear in his hand trembling slightly.

He tried hard to block himself, not to look at those ten magnificent Thrones under which labels lured participants to fight quickly, to snatch quickly, marking the Ten Great Evil Ghosts.

In his peripheral vision, inadvertently, he glimpsed a lone figure walking away from the central circle of the painting, a young man with a sword on his back.

Dai Xiu remembered this fellow because he had seen that battle with his own eyes.

His name was Wen Ting.

The sword on his back, number one on the list of famous swords, Demonic Sword Yuelian.

He lost to an unknown handsome scholar, causing such a blow to his Dao heart that he chose to withdraw directly from the War of the Ten High Nobles.

"Hoo..."

Dai Xiu let out a long breath to suppress the surge in his heart.

He still didn’t raise his head, but while shifting his gaze, he spotted another familiar figure.

This person was also outside the central circle of the painting, a stunning woman with a graceful figure and remarkable features, clenching her fists, pressing her lips in anger, her eyes full of reluctance.

Only later, through Jiang Buyi’s drunken blunder, did Dai Xiu learn that she was actually Rao Yaoyao in disguise, having secretly joined the battle with hopes of making a name for herself, only to be quietly eliminated.

"Ha! Hoo, hoo..."

Dai Xiu took a few more deep breaths, suppressing the raging waves in his heart.

He still didn’t lift his head, unsure why he perceived these people through the eyes of an insider looking outwards.

It seemed as if he stood in the center of the world-renown painting, on the stage of the Five Domains’ Talents battle, admired by thousands.

Suddenly, Dai Xiu shivered as he saw something he shouldn’t have.

It was a tall man lying in a pool of blood on the ground, a massive frame, built like an ox, the size of three normal adult men, but all wrapped in a confining black feather coat.

He was in the center of the circle, not far from Dai Xiu’s feet.

He had fainted, with a gaping hole in his chest, blood gushing like a spring, limbs bent at unnatural angles, and a two-footed black owl with broken wings and legs lying alongside him.

"Impossible!"

Dai Xiu finally changed color, unable to suppress the raging storm in his heart.

He also recognized this person, Ye Xiao, who later became the Dark Division Chief, a prominent figure in the early stage of the War of the Ten High Nobles, securing three golden Thrones.

In the end, like everyone else, provoked by that greenhorn surnamed Dao, he clashed with a big bald man.

With one punch, Ye Xiao was ruined.

Three Thrones incited a bloodbath.

Ultimately, one ended up with Dao Qiongcang, the other two were taken by The Divine, a narrowly missed victory.

"But how could it be Ye Xiao?"

Dai Xiu lowered his head, his body shaking like a sieve, his neck tightly held down—as if by himself, named Dai Xiu, he dared not lift his head!

Neither Wen Ting, Rao Yaoyao, nor Ye Xiao were the people supposed to appear in the final scene of the Ten High Nobles painting.

In other words...

These people were all fake.

They were all guidance from the Fantasy Sword Technique, meant to disrupt minds.

Dai Xiu clenched his teeth, mustering all his strength, and finally blasted away the mountain that nearly broke his neck, roaring aloud:

"Trifling trick, and you dare attempt to shatter my Dao heart? Utterly laughable!"

He suddenly raised his head!

In that instant, Holy Power burst forth.

The world dimmed, with no anomalies occurring, yet a beam of light descended from the heavens, illuminating Dai Xiu, announcing to the world—Dai Xiu, was the chosen one of this era.

Swish!

Countless eyes focused on him, yet it was of little consequence.

It was the ten or so tranquil gazes around him that made one’s liver tremble.

The cross-legged Kui Leihan opened his eyes, the three-headed six-armed The Divine turned his head to look, Gou Wuyue folded his arms, Dao Qiongcang smiled faintly, Ai Cangsheng showed no expression, under the Eyes of the Great Path, all beings were ants.

The old tree’s top had observing eyes, Bei Huai cast a downward glance, after-rain Buddha was eye-catching, the Lotus Platform blossomed with fragrance, the river of time showed life’s vicissitudes, the scholar closed his book and tilted his head.