I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3946: Chapter 1887: Sword Sutra

"So, can you see the God of Sword, Gu Louying?"

"The inheritance behind the Mystical Gate originates from the Sword Ancestor atop the Sword Tower?"

The ethereal light of Lingyu Mountain bursts forth, and all who bathe in it feel uplifted, their blood boiling.

This path energy in the light distinctly contains the essence of the Way of the Sword. In the present moment, nearly ninety percent of ancient swordsmen gain insights, sit cross-legged, and achieve breakthroughs.

Gu Qingyi, Xiao Wanfeng, Brother Shuangxing...

Xiao Kongtong, Feng Tingchen, Mei Siren...

Young and old, renowned and unknown across the five regions—all gain enlightenment.

The first realm opens to the second realm.

Those newly entering the second realm soon stabilize their domain, integrate it into themselves, achieving mastery.

Except Hua, Bazhun’an, and Elder Wuyue.

Each swordsman on-site greedily absorbs the path energy in the light, experiencing epiphanies, breaking chains repeatedly.

"Damn it, I’m so envious!"

"I should’ve tried my best to rush to Lingyu Mountain!"

Ancient swordsmen from all over the five regions who weren’t present regret deeply.

No weaklings are present; those there are primarily at the early stage of Sovereign, each capable of breakthroughs, even significant breakthroughs.

If Sword Deity Innate or Sword Way Masters were to come, wouldn’t they break through one to two major stages on the spot?

"It’s truly like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, taking the easy way out!"

"But you see, Hua Holy Emperor, the Eighth Sword Deity, Moonless Sword Deity—these three remain unmoved, why?"

"Initially, it seemed they also received the nourishment of path energy in the light but then cut themselves off from it—do they disdain it?"

Disdain it...

This speculation is too bold!

It’s the Sword Ancestor’s gift; even those whose hearts are higher than the sky should at least take some, just to say they didn’t disrespect it, at the very least ’take what’s good and discard what’s bad.’"

In the minds of the people of the five regions, there’s fundamentally no bad.

Yet to those three, it seems the path energy in the light is not essence; rather, it’s all bad, so they don’t accept any of it.

"Perhaps, what they’re targeting is the entire inheritance? Entirely!"

"Don’t forget, there’s also the Ancestral God Fate Chart!"

The Mystical Gate opens, the phantom of the Sword Tower behind it gradually solidifies as the ten-thousand-fold path energy in the light diminishes.

Not long after, as many ancient sword cultivators on Lingyu Mountain open their eyes, some awaken later.

Behind the towering Mystical Gate reaching the sky, the Sword Tower’s substance has reached a state of semi-real and semi-illusory, seemingly within reach.

"It’s moving!"

"The God of Sword, Gu Louying, is moving!"

At the top of the solitary tower, the silver moon hangs high.

The black silhouette atop the tower, once like a sculpture, suddenly seems infused with life, giving a slight tremor.

Buzz!

At this moment, heaven and earth shudder, the Sword Sea resonates.

The 21 Famed Swords, released from Bazhun’an’s body, surround the eaves of the Sword Tower, bowing in reverence, as the black silhouette atop the tower slowly turns around.

"Sword Ancestor!"

No one feels any pressure, leading to a rush, be it by gazing or approaching, with only one thought left in their hearts:

To aspire for the highest.

Next will it be the granting of inheritance?

Or will the Ancestral God Fate Chart be cast forth?

Whoever snags it first, will the opportunity be theirs?

If the weak snatch it, might the Sword Ancestor grant protection to ensure we’re not killed or robbed by Hua Changdeng and Bazhun’an?

Ten thousand people harbor ten thousand varieties of greed.

But reality is not such; when the figure atop the solitary tower turns around, no one can see its appearance or form clearly—only that solitary silhouette, with a hand seemingly holding a sutra, apart from that, nothing else.

It steps down from the top of the tower, reflecting the moon, illusions arise, each step blossoms.

"Buzz!"

Upon Sword Ancestor’s first step, the Mystical Gate shatters with a roar, turning into a cloud of smoke, splendid and magnificent.

The smoke does not dissipate; instead, it weaves and outlines, seeming to create a splendid dream realm.

With the second step, Lingyu Mountain violently shakes, space twists, anomalies descend.

Embracing the entire Shengshen Continent!

Everyone looks up; the surroundings have already changed.

Heaven and earth change color, a cold wave rises, pouring down from the nameless land—disaster.

"Cold!"

In an instant, everyone shivers from the chill.

The whole world seems frozen; everyone’s spiritual source perishes, physique withers, youth becomes decrepit, and the elderly approach their end.

It appears that in but one more breath, none will withstand such cold, all shall perish amid calamity.

"Woo..."

Some wail, but no sound emerges anymore.

Even the ability to speak seems stripped away by such disaster, only sobbing murmurs are emitted.

The world gradually loses color.

In the darkness, only the Sword Ancestor stands alone, becoming the sole ray of light.

With the third step, ignoring the cold wave, the epochal disaster temporarily pauses, granting everyone a moment’s breath.

Even though speech is still impossible, at least eyes can see clearly, ears hear distinctly, restoring several basic abilities of being "human" from before.

But they see above the Sword Ancestor’s palm, the Nameless Scripture, pages fluttering in the wind.

Without discernible imagery or sound, yet between heaven and earth, there comes an ethereal Taoist music descending:

"Era molded by cold, origin of martial exhaustion, short-lived life seeds, all sounds silenced. Praying for a dark night and scattered stars, announcing a rainbow and clearing Lingxiao. Dim moon in the sky, cowardly rats bow and attain the Path, jade spirit breaks free of stone, humans do not meet a good end..."

Just a few lines almost fully encapsulate the present plight of everyone.

However, what is this declaring?

The Sword Ancestor appears, but the accompanying imagery is not the Sword Ancestor’s inheritance; it’s these ’Taoist music’?

Contained within is the inheritance?

Piercing the true meaning could grant fortune?

The five regions cannot fathom it, nor can even Fringe Moon Immortal City, nor the elite ancient sword cultivators of the Feng family in the Southern Region, grasp the true meaning.

Elder Wuyue slightly furrows his brow.

His Way of the Sword is already established, his heart aspires for the highest, yet he cannot glean understanding from such words.