I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3888: Chapter 1866: A Gift of Wine (Part 2)

Hua Changdeng restrained the restless Ghost Hunter and glanced sidelong at Bazhun’an with a sword of void, chuckling softly:

"Serious injuries can be healed, but upon return, there is no sword to wield."

"What, are you planning to use your 10 Sections of the Finger Sword against me?"

"Or perhaps thirty years later, you’ll perfect the Swordless Sword Technique to the Extreme Realm, prepare to open the mysterious door with the path of nothingness, and give me a surprise?"

Sword?

Bazhun’an paused his steps, laughing out loud in surprise.

Not long after, he surveyed Lingyu Mountain and all the people around, sighing:

"Heaven and earth can be taken as reliance, all things can be used as a sword."

"This sword is tangible, is intangible, whether I have a saber, or I don’t, I won’t say, has Brother Hua also become so shortsighted that he can’t tell the Path from its appearance, the real from the fake?"

This...

With this utterance settled, path energy surged around Bazhun’an.

But it was only for a moment, and that aura as if gaining instant insight completely vanished into nothingness.

The ancient swordsmen of Lingyu Mountain, however, were unsettled.

These words sounded simple yet comprehensive, clearly imparting the idea that if one could sit and meditate, they would inevitably gain enlightenment.

But Hua Changdeng and Bazhun’an were facing off before them, and at this moment, among all the ancient swordsmen on the mountain, who could calm their heart, sit down, and pursue enlightenment?

"Is this just the beginning, and already pushing so fiercely, one word of enlightenment..."

In the scenes transmitted by the various Zhang Xing, millions of spectators saw Bazhun’an speak, and the surrounding ancient swordsmen each reacted differently.

Some even had path energy surge around them too, but their Dao hearts wavered, leaving them dejected, observed by the crowd with great excitement.

"Fight! Fight!"

Enjoying the spectacle without concern for its seriousness.

If earlier one felt completely disillusioned with Bazhun’an.

After this guy appeared, in terms of image, demeanor, and Dao discourse, all presented were of the pinnacle level of the current age.

This reignited passion, making people eager for both sides to draw their swords immediately and fight to the death.

Hua Changdeng was equally eager.

He had prepared for thirty years, allowing ample time for enlightenment, making adjustments regarding the Ancestral God behind him, sparing some "free time," all to wait for this battle?

He suppressed the Ghost Hunter, both in body and mind, restless like the saber at his waist, but before he could draw his sword and speak...

"Let’s not mention the sword; the Path still merits discussion."

Bazhun’an suddenly flicked his sleeve, and in an instant, everyone on Lingyu Mountain seemed to notice changes in the world.

Yet the flying snow was still flying snow, Lingyu was still Lingyu, as if nothing was amiss?

"No! This snow..."

Gu Qingyi from the Burial Sword Tomb trembled slightly in his pupils.

He reached out and held a snowflake.

The snow was still as white as goose feathers, but when crumbled between his fingers, a hint of cherry pink appeared within.

"Fantasy Sword Technique?"

"It’s begun!"

The Eighth Sword Deity was unmatched in the Path of the Ancient Swordsman, but what was the ancient sword technique that he became famous for?

It was naturally the Fantasy Sword Technique!𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

In the world of Fantasy Sword Techniques, the foremost was the God of Sword, Gu Louying, followed by Sword Saint Hua Weiyang, and beyond that, all others faded into obscurity through generations.

Until Bazhun’an emerged suddenly, his swordmanship suppressing a hundred generations, finally reinstating the Fantasy Sword Technique’s reputation, accomplishing illusion over reality, making it difficult for other sword techniques to rise.

"Look quickly!"

"A table? There’s an extra table!"

If hidden cherry blossoms in flying snow made this technique hard to detect, only an ancient swordsman would perceive it.

The abrupt appearance of an ancient stone table between Bazhun’an and Hua Changdeng, as if it had eternally existed there, quickly drew everyone’s attention.

"When did it appear?"

"It seems genuine... Is this fantasy sword technique conjured, or did Bazhun’an take it out from his spatial ring?"

"So annoying! These ancient swordsmen always conjure up illusory things; can’t they just fight directly? I want to see a battle!"

Across the Zhang Xing, the visuals were ninety-nine percent true.

But between the virtual and reality, after all, was an invisible barrier, blocking the flavor beyond form and essence, thus the Five Domains spectators couldn’t discern the subtle changes in Path Principles on-site.

That was even more aggravating!

Because just this one play of Fantasy Sword Technique made even bystanders on Lingyu Mountain gain some insight, making one wish they could sprout wings and rush to the scene to watch!

Stone table...

Hua Changdeng stared at this stone table, not understanding what Bazhun’an intended to do.

But before he could speak, clearly Bazhun’an was well-prepared, reaching into his sleeve like he was about to take something out, but did not immediately retrieve it.

He willingly sat in front of the stone table, hinting with a tilt of his chin for Hua Changdeng to take a seat as well:

"Brother Hua has come from afar, perhaps you’re still unaware that just half a year ago, Xu Xiaoshou and I jointly established the Ancient War God Platform here, setting up this War God Realm, right?"

"Of course, influenced by the power of Phantom City, it’s no longer fitting to call it War God Realm, you should call it Ghost Buddha Realm."

"But no matter the name, just understand it as a ’sword formation’!"

He waved his hand with a smile, no longer discussing these external matters, nor explaining how this ’sword formation’ had no sword, so what was it with ’sword formation’?

He took out two golden wine cups from his robe, placing one before himself and one in front of Hua Changdeng’s seat.

Then, reaching out once more, simultaneously inviting Hua Changdeng to sit, he subtly shook his hand and took out a jade pot.

"A guest from afar, although I have no saber now, I did bring along a fine wine named ’Immortal in the Dust’."

"Brother Hua, please."

After this third invitation, however unwilling Hua Changdeng might be originally, now he grew curious about what Bazhun’an intended to discuss with the ’Path’.

He was in no hurry either, stepping forward, placing the Ghost Hunter on the stone table, and sat down.

"Why is he starting to drink..."

Among the disciples of Lingyu Mountain and the Five Domains spectators, doubts lingered without clarity, yet as they saw Hua Changdeng sit down suddenly.

"Buzz—"

The mountain view shook, then shattered with a boom, the entire mountain vanished.