I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3959 - 1891: Breaking Bamboo (Part 2)

Chapter 3959: Chapter 1891: Breaking Bamboo (Part 2)

The snow has melted, and the deity he held in his heart seems to have disappeared.

The summit of Eastern Mountain.

Wen Ting, clad in white, blended seamlessly with the snowy mountain scenery.

When the Sword Ancestor descended upon the five regions, he too paid homage, but now as he gazed toward Lingyu Mountain in the Central Region, his eyes brimmed with sorrow and profound disappointment.

“Snow…”

Snow in the palm.

He had to keep his palm cold, unwilling to let this flying snow melt, yet he knew he couldn’t hold onto the snow.

Snow like flowing sand, eventually drifted away.

He opened his hand, the snow in his palm, the same color as the summit of Eastern Mountain.

Beside him was Sword Hemp.

Behind him was the jade bamboo grove.

Eastern Mountain Sisal, one of the Ancestral Trees, represented the glorious achievements of the Sword Ancestor, a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

The jade bamboo grove, green and white, embodied the spirit and integrity of the ancient swordsmen, fearless despite the cold, standing tall and rooted halfway up the mountain, vying for brilliance with the summit’s snow.

“Clap, clap!”

On this day, Wen Ting stood here, his ears filled with incessant irritation.

Sword Hemp wept softly, saddened by the changes in the Sword Ancestor, unlike Qingju, crying without tears, sobbing without sound.

The jade bamboo grove remained noisy with firecrackers bursting behind him, everything was ruined.

“Breaking Bamboo…”

Wen Ting sneered, sighed, and shook his head.

With a raise of his hand, the patch of snow in his palm flew with the wind.

He did not let the snow melt like the Sword Ancestor or Xu Xiaoshou, he let the snow return to snow, and when he raised his eyes again…

Snow flying everywhere, merged into one.

Like willow fluff, dancing gracefully.

“Hear the breaking of bamboo, to know the weight of snow…”

Wen Ting was not Gu Qingyi.

Standing at the summit of Eastern Mountain, he saw more, more clearly, understanding how difficult the situation was, the disappointment and melancholy were but temporary.

As he turned to leave, once the least known among the Seven Sword Deity, his gaze had pierced through the icy chill, becoming incredibly fervent, his steps firm as iron, aura rising with each stride.

“When a whale falls, life arises!”

…

“Sword Ancestor.”

Bazhun’an spoke for the third time.

Every jest Xu Xiaoshou made nearly asked what he wanted to know, whether directly or indirectly.

He no longer needed to contemplate the grand picture.

Just as he had once used Xu Xiaoshou to disrupt the situation in Dongtianwang City, the only thing Bazhun’an needed to do now was just one thing.

Not as a saboteur.

But to follow his own pace, slowly and steadily pushing the situation towards the anticipated direction.

“What is the splendor behind the Mystical Gate?”

The people of the five regions could not recall the preface to the “Sword Sutra,” but they all knew of Bazhun’an’s third question.

The Sword Ancestor answered the first two questions.

This final one was not closely related to the low-grade ancient swordsmen of the five regions, yet it was the daydream of anyone who wished to reach the pinnacle.

The Sword Ancestor turned back, looking at Bazhun’an.

Unlike the boy adept at indirect critique, this person held jade, confident and spirited.

He had failed.

He had reincarnated.

When leaves fall and the new green sprouts, only then is it an inheritance.

The Sword Ancestor’s calmness stemmed from this; every person who dared to question him, he saw a reflection of his past self.

The Way of the Sword has never been severed.

The spirit of the swordsman may have bent but never broken.

“I sought the height of the Path, perfected the sword, and thus the black haze blurred my eyes, troubled my mind with dust…”

As soon as these words were spoken, the people of the five regions detected something subtle.

As if the bit of “humanity” the Sword Ancestor had when Hua Sword Saint entered the Arena had completely vanished after his departure.

The Sword Ancestor returned to being the “Sword Ancestor.”

He reverted to the moment he stepped out from the Mystical Gate.

It was also why Lord Shou prevented Hua Sword Saint from performing the grand ceremony and subsequently subjected him to relentless questioning.

“The Sword Ancestor has changed, no longer the Sword Ancestor.”

The cultivators of the five regions derived this answer from Lord Shou’s questioning, the only uncertainty was what the Sword Ancestor had become.

Surely not benevolent!

The Sword Ancestor lifted two fingers, the Sword Tower within the Mystical Gate behind him grew ever more solid, releasing a deadly allure.

Intense sword path aura permeated within, ancient swordsmen viewed it with madness, flocking to it, eager to rush in immediately.

“Greed blinds the self.”

“Thus forged twelve swords, stripping black haze, removing dust, binding them to the Sword Tower.”

At this point, the Sword Ancestor paused, turned to face Bazhun’an’s third question directly:

“Apart from the twelve swords of the Sword Tower, I visualized the mystical and encapsulated the view before and behind the gate into one diagram…”

Ten sword tower defense map!

Liu Fuyu’s mind stirred at the foot of Lingyu Mountain.

She was one of the Sword Tower people, often gazing at the painting hanging on the ground floor’s wall, yet never gaining anything from it.

In the painting is night, with a tower, the tower’s summit a moon, reflecting a silhouette, known as God of Sword, Gu Louying.

This painting has long spread through the five regions for unknown reasons, rumored to be due to a drunken Sword Human of a certain generation within the Sword Tower…

The truth of the process is unknown, but the result was the Path of the Ancient Swordsman revived throughout the five regions, passed down generation after generation, birthing You Tu, hence the continual resonance of the Way of the Sword.

God of Sword, Gu Louying is not the original name, the nickname came precisely from the “Ten sword tower defense map.”

“Twelve swords atop the tower, the Moon Viewing Map at the tower’s base, weapons in hand, path beneath, the person within the tower, inheritances obtained.”

Above the Sword Sea, the Sword Ancestor had not stopped.

He spoke with a smile, gesturing toward the mystical beyond the gate.

Not only targeting Bazhun’an, but also Hua Changdeng, Gou Wuyue, Jin Ren:

“If you wish to behold the scenery behind the Mystical Gate, enter the Sword Tower to obtain it.”

Here we go again?

Now watching the Sword Ancestor, Jin Ren felt akin to gazing upon the goblin under the Demon Ancestor’s command – to collaborate with the tiger, just this.

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