I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 4017: Chapter 1912: Sword Bone 2

"There is a path to heaven yet you choose not to take it, hell has no gate yet you charge forth..."

Hua Changdeng released the golden roc, signaling certain death. Having endured one covert attack, there was no way that Bazhun’an would be able to unleash a second sword.

This time, Ancestor Hua was furious.

He wanted Bazhun’an to meet his death without a place for burial.

"I command: Kill with Kun Peng!"

...

A stormy tornado spun across the sky, driving the clouds upward.

At Hua Changdeng’s command, the Kun spread its wings, and the Peng retracted its claws.

The bloodline skill of the Kun Peng was activated, forming a vertical, radiant Power Upanishad Formation in the great world.

In that instant, the splendor of heaven and earth dimmed.

The saint’s will of onlookers swept across the scene, revealing only the terrifying energy golden sphere under the Peng’s claw, charged to its utmost, stirring fear in every heart.

The Peng’s claws crossed and tore.

The golden sphere instantly shattered, releasing a beam of golden light from Kun Peng’s kill, mercilessly blasting toward Bazhun’an.

"Little brat..."

Not only did Yue Gongnu’s heart clench, but anyone with eyes could see Bazhun’an’s predicament, caught between a rock and a hard place.

The Black Chicken stretched its neck, fully attentive.

Even Yu Zhiwen’s condition was hard to focus on, as all eyes were on Bazhun’an, highlighting the gravity of the situation.

"Is it time to make a move?"

...

"No!!"

In the starry sky outside the time realm rift, it was not the Saint Servant’s own people who were most frantic, but rather the ancestors of medicine and demons.

Hua Changdeng had lost it.

He had completely deviated from the plan, thinking only of himself.

Bazhun’an, this pig, hadn’t been fattened to the maximum yet, his brilliance had yet to truly shine, he hadn’t even become Gods-Sealing and Ancestor, nor achieved Harmonization.

If he were to be slain now, it wouldn’t even count as "robbing path," but rather as a miscarriage.

To the two ancestors, he held no value for exploitation or reference.

The medicine and demon ancestors even harbored thoughts of killing Hua Changdeng!

"Is this what you mean by ’leave it to you to solve’?" The Demon Ancestor roared with rage, seemingly about to overturn his coffin.

The Medicine Ancestor remained silent, the phantom of the ancient japonicum sheltering the Shengshen Continent within the River of Oblivion, incessantly sowing Life Seeds.

The seeds absorbed the River of Oblivion’s energy, growing madly, becoming large trees, blossoming and bearing fruit, dropping seeds again, endlessly cycling.

The River of Oblivion was visibly thinning.

Bei Huai arrived too.

He transformed into a dragon that broke through the water and crossed rivers like a mad dog, tunneling toward the Shengshen Continent.

But, it was all too slow!

...

"Boom!"

The golden light was dazzling.

The Kun Peng’s kill struck Bazhun’an.

The power of the Dao Chain, thunder calamity, and sword cognition under the mutilated body held for barely half a breath.

"Snap."

Bazhun’an’s physique was crushed on the spot!

The Indestructible Sword Body’s sword cognition connected like a frayed cord but was shattered amidst the rushing golden light under the mighty ancestral power.

Everything broken, everything destroyed.

Not even the smallest particle remained.

The golden light moved past, tearing through the sky from the Central Region’s Ghost Buddha Realm, shooting across the Southern Underworld, piercing the clouds, and finally disappearing at the end of the heavens.

The five regions fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared in a daze at the golden beam piercing the sky, remnants of shock still lingering in their eyes.

"Bazhun’an, is dead...?"

Yue Gongnu stepped forward suddenly, but her knees buckled, nearly collapsing.

Yu Zhiwen didn’t fare much better, watching the Kun Peng reincarnate, yet with one strike it shredded the first-in-command saint servant, engulfed in a chaotic sense of the sky collapsing.

"Grr grr."

The Black Chicken muttered, its abdomen writhing like something was about to be expelled, eyes crossing as it turned its gaze to the other side at the great dream millennium world.

It hastily extended its wings to block the potentially impulsive Yu and Yue women.

It seemed... not over yet?

...

In the great dream millennium, with Bazhun’an’s demise, the myriad swordsmen figures gradually dulled.

Even among them, Gu Louying, Feng Wuhen, and others saw their eyes dimming swiftly, as if a breeze could disperse their forms.

The great dream millennium, breakable!

Yet, Hua Changdeng’s brows and eyes tightened, sensing something amiss.

"Absolutely no resistance..."

He and the Kun Peng’s spiritual will were connected; surely he could recognize:

Though the Kun Peng’s kill landed the first move, given Bazhun’an’s high battle consciousness, how could he be left defenseless?

The reality was, he hadn’t even put up a fight...

Hua Changdeng’s pupils quivered, realizing something.

Just like how after taking a strike from the great dream millennium, he instead chose to counterattack without thinking of resistance.

Bazhun’an too was an ancient swordsman.

How could he not know, using a weak form to withstand a strong attack, like facing a relentless storm, there would be no chance of reversal.

If so, why not counter with attack, eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth?

That meant...

Just as his thoughts settled, the world within the great dream millennium darkened suddenly, golden crescent-like petals of chrysanthemums drifting in from all sides, converging.

"Chrysanthemum?"

That wasn’t chrysanthemum!

That was spirit, was intent, a familiar aura of sword cognition.

As each era’s ancient swordsman figures gradually faded, he materialized like a Reverser, solidifying gracefully, finally forming into a fantastical, ethereal form — Bazhun’an!

Hua Changdeng’s expression turned severe, incredulous: "You actually voluntarily discarded your physique?"

Having cultivated the Indestructible Sword Body in thirty years.

Faced with the ultimate choice, he discarded it without hesitation.

All for reassembling spirit and intent, pouring it back into the great dream millennium to stabilize the single strike from this third realm of Fantasy Sword Technique...

What courage, what decisiveness was this?

One must know, this was merely a dream realm!

When the dream ends, even if Bazhun’an wins, the great dream millennium world must dissolve, must vanish.

Then, what path would he take?

Would he follow it with self-annihilation?

This choice left no retreat; Bazhun’an was as good as committing suicide!

And spirit, and intent, all gathered in this world, betting everything on a single chance — clearly intending to be on himself — this guy to break the cauldrons and sink the boats, even more resolute than himself, he’s truly gone mad!

Hua Changdeng’s mind trembled.

Amidst the crucial moment of Harmonization, how could any more mistakes occur?