I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3983: Chapter 1900: Audience_3

Yin Cao!

Very few can imagine it after seeing such a divine palace.

How can mere mortal power, after hundreds and thousands of lifespans, achieve such a supreme realm and construct such a magnificent ghost city!

Once the Gate of Fengdu opens, it releases an endless stream of black energy, overflowing with the Aura of the God of Death and the power of the ancestral source.

Only then do those who understand realize what a true divine palace is, what the power of the Ancestral God means, and why there is a need for the Ancient War God Platform to demarcate a battlefield for the Ghost Buddha Realm.

Because any strand of power leaking from the gate can shake multiple realms in the five regions!

"Woo woo——"

The Cao soldiers march out, their procession solemn and strict.

Spectacular drums resound, firecrackers burst in celebration.

After the mighty procession of Yin Soldiers, a grey mist emerges, and everyone realizes that something significant is about to appear.

In the blink of an eye, Yin Ghost warriors standing nine zhang high and wielding six arms each, eight in number, pair up and carry a coffin out through the Gate of Fengdu.

The coffin is pitch-black, of moderate size.

Yet on top of it floats a phantom, colossal enough to cover the sky.

Perhaps the one awakening from within the coffin is the true authority over Fengdu?

That is... many people were shocked to their core, their throats tightening, as they began to realize:

"Hua, Hua Changdeng?"

Only at this moment did everyone clearly understand the earlier words of Holy Emperor Hua: "Maybe worth giving a shot."

Bazhun’an devoured the Sword Sea, devoured the famed sword, devoured the Level Three calamity cloud, devoured the Dao Chain shackles, achieving the Void Ancestor Transformation. The five regions cannot fathom, his power is so colossal, who can withstand a single strike from him?

Yet when the divine palace of Yin Cao emerges, even the mighty feats exhibited by the Eighth Sword Deity seem as trivial as a pebble, as insignificant as the glow of an ant.

Thousands of years of accumulation, epochs layered upon epochs.

The complete divine palace left by the "Ten Ancestors," truly recognized by the Great Path, how could mere "Void Ancestor Transformation" stand against it?

"It’s over, it’s over..."

"It’s truly over, Path of the Ancient Swordsman!"

Five Domains Ancient Sword Cultivators were deeply shaken, only then realizing why the Path of the Ancient Swordsman would decline, the era of swordsmen would end, and the Spiritual Cultivation Era would commence.

And yet, Sword Ancestor reincarnated, Medicine Ancestor, Ghost Ancestor, standing among the Ten Ancestors, surviving till now.

Merely the divine palace itself is this grand.

It’s conceivable that when Hua Changdeng rises with the coffin, the divine palace of Yin Cao will inevitably be Bazhun’an’s burial ground!

Ka.

Xiao Kongtong clenched his fist, his face turning as pale as a ghost’s, even he saw no hope of victory for the Teacher.

Clearly...

Clearly, he believed just now that victory was certain, Hua Changdeng couldn’t withstand a single blow.

"Open the coffin!"

In front of the Gate of Fengdu, the long cry of a Yin Ghost warrior resounded through Yin Cao, awakening everyone, making them all turn their focus there.

They saw the lid of the coffin being forcefully opened, and the figure rising from within was not humanoid?

It was a monstrously corpulent creature, wearing a crown, suggesting its extraordinary status.

But even its crown was tilted, it had a fat face, huge ears, and a large golden ring through its nose, neither fully human nor fully ghost.

"Is this the image of Holy Emperor Hua in Fengdu?"

"Isn’t his status the Lord of Phantom City, the only one who could ride a ’coffin’, the ’carriage’ representing high status in the netherworld?"

Everyone was shocked, and a glimmer of hope arose in their hearts.

If Holy Emperor Hua’s true form in Yin Cao is like this, perhaps the Eighth Sword Immortal stands a chance?

Very quickly, the despair among the cultivators of the five regions deepened.

They saw that monstrously corpulent creature extract a Divine Oracle imbued with the Power of Divinity from its chest fat, and heard its high-pitched, piercing, slightly effeminate scream:

"Proclaim: Bazhun’an is summoned!"