I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 4048: Chapter 1922: Sword Transformation (Part 3)

"The process of ’borrowing’ aligns with the ever-changing self, conforms to any state under Taoization, you might understand it this way: at that time, I was in the ’Bazhun’an’ human form, performing a yin-yang exchange, with power at a critical point."

"Is yin-yang eternally balanced? No, in times like dusk and dawn, yin flourishes, yang wanes, or yang flourishes, yin wanes; it is all nature, all can be understood as ’One Venerate’."

A pause, and Bazhun’an continued:

"From their perspective, what they see should also be just ’borrowing’."

"Earlier, I was unclear, but now after one sword, I can tell you accurately, the word ’borrowing’ is undefined."

"Taoization of ’Bazhun’an’, avoids yang and turns to yin, but respects ’Qingju’, under the ’my’ will, performing a two-form rotation of yang flourishing and yin waning, this process is not called ’borrowing’..."

What is it called?

Black Chicken only feels one word away from solving Bazhun’an’s Tao, the principle of how he strikes.

Bazhun’an uttered the word like pearls, decisively saying:

"Yi!"

...

Boom!

Suddenly Shengshen Continent shook violently, with mountains collapsing and tsunamis.

Using Ghost Buddha Realm as north, with the rest of the earth as south.

The world seemed to be cleaved by a huge and intangible Yi Sword, unexpectedly separating north and south, seemingly about to fall apart.

"What’s happening?"

"Elder Dao can’t strike, after one sword, Hua Ancestor isn’t dead, is Shengshen Continent going to explode?"

But before people could start panicking.

Earlier, Bazhun’an’s ten thousand zhang light, shot out from his feet, stabilized the mountains and seas, forcibly piecing the split land back to its original state.

Eastern Mountain, beside the Sword Hemp.

Wen Ting’s saint’s will overlooked this terrifying scene, his gaze remotely fell on Bazhun’an, sighing helplessly.

The name he drew out was to help Bazhun’an pass through the Harmonization Stage.

Who would have thought, even this Harmonization Stage thing, Bazhun’an didn’t have, or completed the harmonization in an instant.

This guy truly accomplished taking the easy way out.

This is what they call "Achieve at One Stroke"!

"Name..."

Also considered not to have failed in his mission, right?

At least, he came from Shengshen Continent saving Shengshen Continent once.

"I still have this."

Facing remotely, Wen Ting turned out several jade bottles in his hand, containing Qingju’s sword tears.

He knew Bazhun’an could hear and see him.

But at this moment, he already didn’t want to speak, these thirty years accumulated in bottles of sword tears, of course, wasn’t his eccentricity.

Actually, it was for Bazhun’an’s return, to better harmonize with Qingju, to better comprehend the Great Path from these bottled emotions.

Should be useless now...

Indeed, Bazhun’an didn’t need them at all.

From afar, he sent a smile, using that damn calm and breezy tone, saying:

"Use it yourself, quickly become Gods and Ancestor, I’ve pointed the Path out for you."

A pause, adding another sentence:

"Just afraid you won’t understand."

Crack!

Wen Ting’s fist shattered.

...

"It’s burning!"

"Look quick, Hua Ancestor is burning!"

After the Yi Sword yin-yang, Bazhun’an didn’t strike.

Hua Changdeng, however, fell into the abyss, unable to have another Last Moment of Consciousness, his body burned fiercely, seemingly intangible yet distinctly white flames!

Until this moment, everyone remembered.

Just now, Bazhun’an’s one sword, the imperceptible power it planted, what kind of strength it was.

"Heavenly Abandon!"

"Such pure Heavenly Abandon!"

"But not just the Sword Ancestor’s intent, it’s abandoning Hua Changdeng from the four layers of body, spirit, and will?"

Hua Changdeng’s body bit by bit was "burned" away.

Even his clothing gradually decomposed into original void, body, spirit, and will, large chunks began vanishing.

"No..."

"Impossible..."

Power, also gradually abandoned, left his body.

The fission, exuberance, thriving of life, reversed completely after Bazhun’an’s one sword.

Even Medicine Ancestor, Bei Huai’s vital life force couldn’t restore what self lost.

"Ha..."

Hua Changdeng half-face burned, fell.

At the last moment of life, he instead ceased yelling, as if regaining all rationality.

In the wind and snow, he expels a breath with effort, witnessing the intertwining of heat and cold.

He sees the disorder of self and absolute rationality.

He sees the collision of soul reincarnation and endless life.

He sees the Ghost Sword Path twisting and turning with no door, crashing everywhere, the beginning and end, just like the self in this white sun display, splendid yet withering in brilliance.

Ten thousand forms all in white sun, sprout and perish no different.

Clothes return to original resolution extinguished, Supreme abandonment come.

Hua Changdeng’s pupil fell down, landed on the hands staring unwillingly, knees trembling, until the last moment, his elbows supported on Ghost Hunter, never knelt, only obsession undying, only the unwillingness powerless to reverse destiny.

"Bazhun’an, ha..."

"Since heaven bore me, why must it disgrace me..."