I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 4290: Chapter 2002: Three Rivers (Part 3)

"Nothing is impossible!"

Thinking as such, Xu Xiaoshou decided to act, once again employing the method of condensing the River of Intent, closing the Body Dao Disc and solely stepping on the Way of the Sword Disc.

As soon as Unity of Man and the Heavens was activated, scenes from his life practicing swordsmanship flashed in his mind, although he had done so for merely three years, those brief yet tumultuous experiences.

From Fleeting White Clouds to Within the Cloud and Fog...

From Blade-draw Technique, Sword Style, to Withering Snow of the West Wind...

From Three Streams of Red Plum Blossoms to Sword Observation Manual’s With each poem, a sword; with each sword, a song...

From the first stage, to the second stage, to the Mystical Gate Third Realm, to the perfect fusion of Body, Spirit, and Will in the Level Four Realm...

In a fleeting moment, it was like a millennium.

All I have experienced, all I have enlightened, all I have utilized, every aspect, every form, all add to my being.

Fully immersed in the vast ocean of the Way of the Sword, upon opening his eyes again, realizations blossomed like flowers, even the River of the Sword Path that threaded through ages in dreams seemed to be able to be manifested into reality.

"Swoosh!"

The sound of the River of the Great Path flowed by the ears.

Upon gazing ahead into the distance shrouded in mystery, there were silver-white sword energies spanning the sky, with humming vibrations, presenting the silhouettes of swordsmen from ages past and present.

They turned into Sword Will, forming a dragon, merging into the Way of the Sword, manifesting as a sinuous form of the River of the Great Path, flowing underneath, heading towards unknown destinations.

"River of the Sword Path!"

With a buzz, Hidden Bitter leaped into the River of the Sword Path, swimming freely, beginning to accept the myriad sword will inheritances from ages past and present.

Eat eat eat!

Feast heartily!

Hidden Bitter, which already exhibited the qualities of a famed sword, was still making leaps in quality, evolving rapidly, seemingly capable of becoming even stronger.

"This..."

Xu Xiaoshou was astounded, amazed by his extraordinary realization quality.

Bazhun’an, using the dreams spanning millennia, forcibly opened the Mystical Gate; the power of the River of the Sword Path borrowed was what he successfully visualized in the bounded domain.

From now on, he could step onto the River of the Sword Path, refining Hidden Bitter with the wills of countless ancient swordsmen, and further draw upon various Sword Will and sword energy to enhance himself.

On Shengshen Continent, speaking solely of the Way of the Sword, none can surpass me!

"Hahaha..."

"Bazhun’an? Nothing but the glow of a firefly!"

"What ’Three breaths for innate stage, three years for Sword Deity,’ in the end, weren’t they all vanquished by me, the ’Three years Sword Ancestor’?"

"The heavens may be a foot high, Bazhun’an stands only at an inch; the sword reaches ten feet, Xu Xiaoshou surpasses all!"

Xu Xiaoshou stepped onto the River of the Sword Path, with hands on hips, laughing boldly, a laugh filled with arrogance and defiance.

And in the Venerable Extreme Slash Space, the War Ancestor authorized to see the external scenes, was even more stunned by the River of the Sword Path.

"Gu Mu..."

Yes, at the end of the River of the Sword Path, he saw familiar figures like Gu Mu and Feng Wuhen.

Yet, these people were merely complements to Xu Xiaoshou at this very moment.

Even the endpoint of the current era’s River of the Sword Path was no longer Sword Ancestor Gu Mu, but another white-robed swordsman’s figure.

"He is..."

Just as the War Ancestor stared intently, the white-robed figure at the end of the River of the Sword Path seemed to sense something, turning his head to look over.

"He moved!"

The War Ancestor’s Dharma Form trembled with awe.

Strong!

Very strong!

Absolutely formidable!

Between true experts, there’s no need for exchanges; a single glance can reveal much.

That fellow still lives, and I might have a chance to duel him!

However, with this Dharma Form body, I might not be a match for even one round...

"Boom!"

In the void, the last thunder calamity descended.

Xu Xiaoshou effortlessly withstood the Ancestral Origin Emperor Tribulation, embracing the baptism, feeling his body transform once more.

It was like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, ascending through the realms.

If judged by the Way of Spiritual Cultivation, he would be breaking through one level Holy Emperor, two level Holy Emperor, three level Holy Emperor...

Ultimately aiming for tenth level Holy Emperor!

Yet, no Holy Power was generated, only the Infinite Energy, the reservoir of potential within his body, continuously expanding its boundaries.

Already a body of Divine Shedding, it has reached the pinnacle of the Body Dao.

But with the thunder calamity baptism, coupled with the various passive skills nearing their completion, the transformation remains remarkably distinct; Xu Xiaoshou simply decided to allocate this baptism’s ascent evenly among the Body, Spirit, and Will pathways.

He wants to let the Divine Shedding body construct an external cycle akin to the internal cycle built within the Body Dao.

This cycle could communicate among the Body, Spirit, and Will pathways, exchanging power.

It could also root itself in reality, continuously absorbing power from various planes and Dao methods in a Human Realm manner.

"Almost there..."

The River of the Sword Path on the Way of the Sword.

The tenth level Holy Emperor in the bounded domain.

This breakthrough feels exceptionally distinct.

Xu Xiaoshou felt as if Bazhun’an had become an ant, easily crushed at whim.

He turned his head to look towards Wu Bao: "What moved?"

The War Ancestor still stared at his River of the Sword Path, pointing at the endpoint figure: "Him..."

"Oh, you mean little brat, huh?"

"Little brat?" War Ancestor was taken aback, finally reacting, "He is the Bazhun’an?"

"Yes, just Bazhun’an, nothing more."

"Moved..."

"Didn’t move, Wu Bao, it’s your heart that moved."

Xu Xiaoshou was certain the Bazhun’an at the edge of the River of the Sword Path hadn’t moved, otherwise, he would have noticed.

It couldn’t be possible that within the short time of Shengshen Continent days in the bounded zone, Bazhun’an had another breakthrough, right?

The difficulty of advancing beyond the highest level is known to Xu Xiaoshou, that’s harder than ascending to heaven.

"Moved..."

The War Ancestor’s Dharma Form maintained his stance.

Xu Xiaoshou did not bother arguing with Wu Bao, pointing to the River of the Sword Path beneath him, a smirk on his lips:

"In your opinion, am I strong, or is he?"

The War Ancestor was moderately surprised, scanning Xu Xiaoshou who couldn’t even detect Bazhun’an’s movement, pursed his lips in silence, obviously not wanting to hurt the young one’s ego.

"Interesting."

Xu Xiaoshou chuckled softly, indifferent.

With a spin beneath his feet, aside from the River of the Sword Path, he spread out the Sea of Consciousness below, arrogantly asking:

"What about now?"

The War Ancestor’s eyes sharpened, now having to seriously consider the strength comparison between the person he just saw and Xu Xiaoshou now.

"Still not enough?"

Xu Xiaoshou glanced within at his own state, sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

In mere moments, he opened his eyes again, fiery light burning within them.

Swoosh!

A step down added another sinuous river from afar, in addition to the Sea of Consciousness and the River of the Sword Path.

Numerous figures floated upon it, practicing horse stance, kicking, punching in training, also wielding spears, swinging blades, dancing swords in exercises.

Many were delving into their bodies, stimulating acupoints, accompanied by those who studied heavens and earth, validating their Dao palace.

Heavenly stars pull and nourish the internal world.

Body Diagram enlightens, reflecting all studied paths.

"That is..."

The War Ancestor finally exclaimed in surprise: "Body Dao River, Xu Xiaoshou, have you succeeded?"

Standing within Twin Rivers of the Great Dao and on the Sea of Consciousness, Xu Xiaoshou slightly raised his chin, hands clasped behind his waist, didn’t respond, only spoke calmly, feeling quite like a martial Dao summit person:

"What about now?"

"Mere Bazhun’an, can withstand my three punches, three fingers, three swords?"