I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3938: Chapter 1883: Profound Mysteries (3)

The clouds and rain give birth to lightning, while the flying snow crosses the spring.

Yin and Yang cycle, the four seasons alternate.

A moment, as if eternity.

Bazhunnan stood at the center of the Famous Sword Formation, stately and magnificent, with the Silver Moon Sword Sea as his backdrop, resembling the reincarnation of the Sword God, towering and unreachable.

Yet, he was not a Deva, but grounded in this world, possessing the real color of human smoke and fire.

He then pointed at the illusionary gate in the void, looked aside, smiling as he spoke:

"Brother Hua, allow me to inquire for you."

The five regions were stirred with waves of emotion.

This majestic and grand scene could only be borne today.

A decade too early or too late, to miss it would be a lifelong regret.

Hua Changdeng took a deep breath, at this moment, where was Xu Xiaoshou in his heart?

The Path was just ahead!

The one asking the Dao, besides Bazhunnan, there was no one else.

Even if he went up, having the unrivaled Phantom Swords Technique, without understanding the subtleties of other great sword techniques, it would also be in vain.

He gestured with his hand, unable to hide the calmness:

"Please!"

...

Mei Siren gazed over.

Gou Wuyue gazed over.

The ancient swordsmen, big and small, on Lingyu Mountain gazed over.

The people of the Eastern Region’s Burial Sword Tomb, Fringe Moon Immortal City, and the Feng family in the Southern Region gazed over; the Five Domains Refining Spirit Masters gazed over.

The people at Cross Corner Street gazed over.

Kui Leihan in the Time Realm Rift gazed over.

The Demon Ancestor, Medicine Ancestor, and Cursed Yin in the starry sky gazed over.

Dao Peipei and Xu Xiaoshou in the Qianshi Emperor Realm cast their lines and gazed over.

The whole world and beyond, everyone saw that magnificent Sword Sea, the illusionary gate made of blue smoke towering over the Sword Sea, and Bazhunnan, asking the Dao before that gate!

Is the Path difficult to walk?

The Path is not difficult to walk!

Bazhunnan stood before the gate, flicked his sleeves, and turned around, his black hair soaring with the wind and snow.

Walk the Path?

Just walk it!

He walked on the waves, strolled through the void, ascended step by step, climbed the cloud gate, pausing every five steps, chanting every ten steps, started outside the gate, and unknowingly reached the azure sky:

"The fish floats; the dragon draws the sword."

"The moon sets; the snow adds light."

"Three feet of frost, a white blade."

"Knocking and the Mystical arises."

Buzz!

The Sword Sea shuddered in response, surging with layers of sword waves.

Famed swords, spiritual swords, all the swords simultaneously washed away all dust at this moment, and joyfully released their sword cognition.

Swordfish leaped high, like fish over stepping across a dragon gate, hoping for attainment of the Dao.

Demonic Sword Yuelian was the first to rush out, soared high, seemingly wanting to pass over that Mystical Gate reaching the clouds to verify the Great Path, but was powerless.

It collided heavily against the Mystical Gate and, failing to leap the dragon gate, had to rapidly fall back.

"Dong..."

The sound of that famed sword knocking at the gate, however, linked with the mind, resonating like ripples in Heart Lake, spreading across the five regions, causing a ripple in thoughts.

Swish!

Blood Sword The Bewitching Demon, unwilling to lag behind, also leaped up.

It still couldn’t cross over, also colliding against the Mystical Gate, producing a lingering sound.

"Ding..."

Clear, loud, transparent!

Flame Python, Devil Sword Demonic Emperor Black Dragon, Immortal Sword Purple Sky Drunk...

One by one, famed swords rushed, striving and leaping the dragon gate.

Each failing to reach their end, yet after colliding with the gate, each time ringed out Taoist music, stirring human hearts.

The Voice of Nulan, Ghost Hunter, Green Scale Ridge, Crazy Eagle Sword...

Famed swords in the lead, myriad swords in the rear.

One failure, making a comeback.

"Ding! Dong! Dang..."

"Ding! Dong! Dang..."

The sound of the five regions knocking at the gate rose one after another, making one’s scalp numb, body trembling.

"Charge!"

"Knock open that gate, I want to see the Mystical!"

"The Path is ahead, the Path is ahead! We ancient swordsmen, forge ahead!"

That Mystical Gate, towering high into the clouds, unscalable and unattainable, finally after repeated failures, repeated attempts, quietly cracked open.

Just like the closed door of the Path of the Ancient Swordsman of the current era in the five regions, under the relentless impact of many exceptional ancient swordsmen, the shackles loosened, the bottleneck cracked.

"The gate is open!"

"The Mystical Gate... has opened!"

The cloud gate opened a crack, and rosy clouds surged forth.

Path energy spewed from the gap like a tide, nourishing the ancient swordsmen around the mountain, suddenly, someone’s Dao heart stirred, breaking through on the spot.

The Sword Sea went mad!

Famed swords, spiritual swords, all swords, seeing the crack in the Mystical Gate, launched an even crazier assault.

The five regions’ cultivators went mad!

Today, after countless ages of silence, were they finally about to witness the radiant light of Godhood-Sealing and Ancestor?

The gap in the illuminated gate widened.

The myriad swords, like fish turned dragons, attempted to squeeze through that gap, vying to seize fortune first.

But hindered, confined, shackled, even with a myriad of tricks, that gap was impenetrable, uncrossable, the intangible obstruction confining like a cage.

Not long after, as the knocking sound became more frequent, more piercing, that towering light gate trembled, seemingly sprouted resistance, and slowly began to close itself.

"The gate, is it closing?"

Everyone panicked.

Having seen hope, if this gate truly closed again, when would it open next?

"Bazhunnan!"

"Quick, look, he’s there! He’s up in the sky!"

At that moment, someone looked up and saw that Bazhunnan, who had become invisible after ascending into the sky, had inexplicably reappeared above the clouds.

He was no longer ordinary, silver light swept from his wide-open eyes, stretched out his sword-pointed fingers into the void:

"Sealing his sword to the old, but see this day."

"Break!"

He pointed.

Sword cognition surged wildly, the myriad swords reappeared, transformed into a torrent, bound in unity, with a thunderous sound crashed against the gate.

One Aura...

The illuminated gate cracked inch by inch until it finally shattered completely.

Path energy glowed from the nameless land behind the crack, nourishing Sanqian Gushan’s ancient swordsmen, suddenly gushing forth in waves like a tide, as if it had connected to the ancient times, about to welcome a cosmic challenge anew.

The finger pierced the void, tearing through the eternal sky.

One finger opened the Mystical!