I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3979 - 1899: Near Godhood (Part 2)

Chapter 3979: Chapter 1899: Near Godhood (Part 2)

With a resounding echo, both sleeves flared, and the Sea of Swords buzzed with violence.

No longer confined to the nourishment of sword energy and sword cognition, over a hundred thousand swords simultaneously swept through the air, their points directed unmistakably at Bazhun’an.

“No way…”

Everyone across the five regions stared wide-eyed, in disbelief at the scene unfolding next.

The countless swords that blanketed the sky were indeed, quite literally, stabbing towards Bazhun’an.

It looked less like a convergence of swords and more like a thousand swords through the heart!

“Swish, swish, swish!”

Heaven and earth fell silent, leaving only the endless sound of spiritual swords slicing through the air.

A deceptive spectacle occurred; as the first sword pierced into Bazhun’an’s body, no spray of blood emerged.

The sword was as if sheathed.

Bazhun’an was that sheath.

The spiritual sword, plunged into the chest, also disappeared inside.

“Hidden…”

Hua Changdeng raised his Ghost Hunter to the side, expression unmoved, though his heart was silently impressed.

To hide swords to this extent, it’s more than just hiding, isn’t it?

This guy intends to utilize the Indestructible Sword Body to the extreme, exploiting both the name of ten thousand swords and famed swords to the pinnacle, unifying them all!

Swish, swish, swish…

One after another, one after another.

His eight-foot frame swallowed thousands of swords.

In just a few breaths, the sea of swords that darkened the sky, over a hundred thousand strong, were all consumed by Bazhun’an’s Indestructible Sword Body.

His body didn’t become bloated because of this.

His form and spirit didn’t contort because of this.

The only change was the domain of sword cognition, expanding from several hundred feet to stretch over ten thousand miles!

“Oh!”

The domain of sword cognition contracted accordingly.

This berserk energy, unable to be compressed, and materialized outside the body, was also, in an instant, absorbed into Bazhun’an’s body.

The snow on Lingyu Mountain solidified mid-air.

The cultivators of the five regions gaped, utterly speechless.

People like Gou Wuyue and Xiao Kongtong even withdrew to Fusang City and other places, watching from afar, their scalps tingling:

“Is this… the Hidden Sword Technique?”

Others hide sword stance, sword force, but with Bazhun’an’s full utilization, can he truly ’hide swords’?

The streets were deserted.

Across the Golden Apricot’s broadcast screens, viewer numbers surged.

Everywhere on the Shengshen Continent, nearly everyone stopped what they were doing and gathered before a tiny golden orb, each struck with horror.

In this global spectacle, the only person whose expression remained unchanged was Hua Changdeng, standing on the other side of the battlefield.

“Not enough.”

Hua Changdeng’s fingers brushed the Ghost Hunter.

The Ghost Hunter thrummed with a long hum, its pitted, cracked surface emitting a dim glow, releasing the woeful wail of a resurrected spirit soul.

The Sea of Swords was consumed.

Bazhun’an’s momentum engulfed ten thousand miles.

Hua Changdeng merely raised an eyebrow, his chin subtly nodding as his voice resonated across ten thousand miles:

“Bazhun’an, not enough.”

This still wasn’t enough?

The five regions were dumbfounded, unsure if the Holy Emperor’s confidence was warranted or if it was arrogance?

The momentum of the Eighth Sword Deity reached such an extent, if a sword were to be swung, who could contest it under the heavens?

Could Gou Wuyue withstand it?

For the likes of Gou Wuyue, the only plausible choice would be to retreat thrice over!

“Brother Hua, no rush.”

In the void above, Bazhun’an’s expression held a smile.

Having swallowed the Sea of Swords, not lacking in Xuan Cang and Chasing Moon,

The nurturing sword force within, if given to another, could raise one’s path energy like tide, grant godhood euphoria, render them incomprehensible, yet Bazhun’an maintained his clarity of mind.

After speaking, the hand that had summoned the famed swords lowered, palm pressing gently downward.

“Again!”

This time, twenty famed swords leaped into the air.

Bazhun’an raised his head, opened his mouth, and the twenty famed swords transformed into beams of light, entering his throat one by one, also swallowed into his belly.

“This is…”

Onlookers from the five regions were simultaneously moved.

But as one famed sword entered the belly, Bazhun’an’s body cracked without a splash of blood, instead seeping a strand of sword cognition.

The sword cognition, as thin as a cicada’s wing, approximately three feet long, slashed diagonally from his right shoulder, cutting through space as if it were paper, slicing through Path Principles like hair with ease.

As it broke through the clouds, its momentum undiminished, seemingly straight out of this realm, poised to cleave into the territory of the Third Ancestor beyond.

Swish!

Yet in the blink of an eye, that sword cognition returned like a boomerang from beyond the heavens, re-entering Bazhun’an’s body through the gap in his shoulder.

At the same time.

Throughout the five regions, every Spiritual Cultivator, whether watching or not, felt their bodies sink, their knees unable to rise.

Their hearts felt like they were dangling a heavy stone weighing ten thousand pounds, fiercely pulling downward.

Their bodies felt overwhelmingly burdened.

“Thud.”

The heaviness resonated like a drumbeat, a dull echo of Taoist music.

Everyone’s senses blurred, blood spurted from their seven orifices, nearly fainting on the spot.

Once they weathered this wave, they looked again toward Lingyu Mountain.

Bazhun’an, having barely swallowed the Injured Sword Great Sorrow Tears No Sword, manifested dao chains and shackles around him, the scene exceedingly familiar.

Soon, someone remembered and shouted hoarsely: “This is just like the technique of Lord Cang Sheng!”

Indeed, it was very similar.

A phrase awakened those in dreams; everyone recalled.

Half a year ago, when Lord Shou struck Lord Cang Sheng, the latter’s Technique Seed Restriction·Multiple Stage Unsealing left an indelible impression on the world.

His final arrow, maximized for Void Ancestor Transformation, aimed up and down the Stairway to Heaven, attempting to carry everyone away.

Yet he couldn’t withstand Lord Shou’s superior strategy and the prematurely deployed Fantasy Sword Technique, ending Ai Cangsheng’s last dream before his fall.

Did the Technique Seed Restriction of Lord Cang Sheng become weaker because of this?

No, it didn’t!

Everyone knows that if that arrow had been launched, even Lord Shou would struggle to evade its edge.

Now, with Bazhun’an having swallowed the sea of ten thousand swords, and then the Injured Sword, a mortal’s body rivaled an Ancestral God, stirring such dao chains and shackles.

“What on earth…”

Gou Wuyue frowned with trepidation, this Hidden Sword Technique was excessive.

Even he couldn’t understand Bazhun’an’s current state, as it was no longer within the category of the Path of the Ancient Swordsman: Hidden Sword Technique·Unsheathing Sword.

Bazhun’an’s concealment clearly assimilated the Technique Seed Restriction of Ai Cangsheng, and he also ’borrowed from a hundred schools of thought, to unify into one person’!

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