I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1913

Chapter 1789 The Tide Rises

Chapter 1789 The concept of Chao
Qiming swordsmanship came out.

In fact, it is not only the Eight Zun’an half a year ago and the Hua Changdeng now that have changed color.

When he returned from the Void Ancestor state that day, Xu Xiaoshou was also shocked by what he had realized.

“Name is passive…”

The unconscious words of Ba Zun’an seemed to have pierced through the last veil that obscured his inner self.

Xu Xiaoshou had long wanted to practice Taoism.

In other words, there is no need to cultivate his Tao, and what he should do is actually to be in “conform to the Tao”.

With a set of passive skills, it can be said that he has no weaknesses at all.

It is impossible to defend against it, and it is hard to kill it, just like an iron barrel!
Let’s put it this way, even if any one of the ten thrones is picked out, I am afraid that in terms of all-round development, Xu Xiaoshou, the hexagonal warrior, is not as good.

But one thing is that no matter how hard Xu Xiaoshou stretches, he can never compare to the real Ten Thrones.

It is as if Ai Cangsheng, when pushed into a corner, can really activate the “Xu Zu Hua” and shoot a few arrows up and down the ladder to heaven.

Each of the ten seats has a special skill!

Even Gou Wu Yue, who has always been low-key and has had mediocre combat performance, is only compared with the other few in the Nine Thrones.

His teachings, in terms of their purpose, are also of a very high status.

No one can be sure, if Gou Wu Yue forcibly opens the Xuanmiao Gate, he will follow in Gu Yu’s footsteps, or gain enlightenment and ascend to heaven one day.

After all, the two are not on the same level in terms of understanding and life experience.

Even Xiang Yaoyao has mastered the great summoning technique. Her skill is not better than her own, but better than the Shen Yi behind her.

It looked absurd, and that was enough.

“What about me?”

Shortly after the battle of Ai Cangsheng, Xu Xiaoshou examined himself and asked himself this question.

He knew that the opponents he would face in the future might not be as talented as Ai Cangsheng, but their actual fighting power should be superior to his.

Semi-saint, Holy Emperor, Ancestral God.

There are always three levels, from low to high.

If you are always content with the present, it is equivalent to chronic suicide.

Xu Xiaoshou then sorted out the methods he had mastered and found that they were too average.

Each of his paths is independent of each other.

Passive skills are passive skills, ancient swordsmanship is ancient swordsmanship, the ancient martial arts are practiced in a weird way, and spirit refining is only slightly related to it.

“I already have enough to save my life.”

“But in terms of output, it is only on par with my means of survival, which is far from enough and does not meet the standard of ‘special skills’.”

“No matter how many passive skills I draw, how powerful awakening skills I feel, or how many Dao disks I open… the upper limit is there. If I can’t break through nine-tenths of the cage, I can’t achieve ‘transcendence’.”

“Quality is more important than quantity, so you still need to specialize in a skill and be the best at it, only then can you suppress the various evildoers of this era.”

It is like an iron barrel, and each piece of it is a long board.

This may be a high evaluation for others, but for a genius, it is “nothing special”.

“And what I have come into contact with and mastered…”

“In terms of output, the only thing that can break free from the shackles is the ancient sword technique.”

But the ancient sword technique follows the steps. As long as he is canonized, he should be able to reach the level of Holy Emperor or Ancestral God.

It is roughly equivalent to saying that he can follow the Sword God’s old path.

Then, among the ten ancestors, he entered the lowest level of “Fourth Ancestor Reincarnation” and entered the “cage” vicious circle again?

——Don’t even mention that he is not as good as the evil Yin from Er to Yi, even the Second Ancestor of Holy Medicine is not as good as him.

Of course, what we are referring to here is not combat effectiveness, but the level of intention.

Xu Xiaoshou didn’t want it to just be like this.

Now he also knew that no matter whether it was Ba Zun An, Gou Wu Yue, or other ancient sword practitioners, they all knew that the path of Sword Ancestor could not get out of the cage, so they were all trying to find other ways.

Oh, except Rao Yaoyao.

She had indeed chosen the safest path, but it now seemed that she had taken the wrong path.

This is the world of genius!

Finding a new path is extremely dangerous for ordinary people, but for geniuses, it is the most likely way to overtake others.

No matter what level of cultivation they have achieved now, what they want to surpass are the ancestor gods.

“If the sword intention is successful, it is the most likely way to surpass the Sword God. After all, we are standing on the shoulders of the Sword God to find the way forward.”

“But Kuilehan’s second-generation divine consciousness has undergone six changes, which means that sword consciousness should not be limited to this. It should have the potential to go further.”

Therefore, Xu Xiaoshou went to find Ba Zun’an to inquire about the matter “above the sword thought”.

Above the sword thought, further questioning was fruitless.

But the unexpected reward was a “name”!
“Name is passive…”

What touched Xu Xiaoshou deeply was not only that the existence of the Way of Name seemed to be in perfect harmony with his own Way, as if it was tailor-made for him.

This sentence can explain the “passive system” in the most straightforward way.

Whether it is “suspected”, “admired”, “disliked”…

This series of “passive gains” are transformed into passive values, and then points can be added to oneself.

When viewed from the perspective of “name”, this process is no longer “creating something out of nothing” but “equivalent exchange”.

“Every time I ‘re ‘afflicted’, I am deepening the impression of my reputation in others’ minds. And the ‘passive value’ after the reputation is quantified, just like fame nourishes a famous sword, can it be used to nourish myself?”

But how to explain that my passive system not only includes sword skills, but also various strange things?
Cooking, painting…

Ancient martial arts-like, magic-like…

Everything that should exist exists; and everything that should not exist also exists?

After much thought without any results, Xu Xiaoshou once again suppressed his thoughts on the “passive system”.

At least the conclusion he got from the broken turntable along the way was “no malicious intent”, and that was enough.

And since the way of name is so consistent with the self.

It is not possible to squeeze out stronger resources from the passive system in the short term.

In the past six months, Xu Xiaoshou certainly did not give up on obtaining passive values. Although he basically did not spend them recklessly afterwards, he had reached the limit.

“Passive value: 9999999999.”

One billion!

To be more precise, we are only one mosquito bite away from reaching one billion!

This was the first time that Xu Xiaoshou had touched the upper limit of the passive value, and it also made him realize something that might or might not be true:
“The passive system might have reached its limit.”

If the ultimate limit of this help is when you are canonized as a saint, and then give it another push, you can reach the ordinary level of the Ten Ancestors.

It looks like enough.

It turned out to be a cage!
Xu Xiaoshou was not in a hurry to be canonized, and he even gave up the idea of spending his passive points.

After asking the eight masters, he did not hesitate for long and made up his mind to treat himself as a beginner again and cultivate his name.

He saw the bottom line.

He wanted to go further.

So in the past six months, he has spent nearly 99% of his time on the cultivation of “The Way of Name” and the interpretation of “The best name is like water”, until today…

…

“Half a year!”

Xu Xiaoshou held the stone sword in his hand, raised his head and stared at Hua Changdeng, his eyes were calm and peaceful.

The name is like water.

Water has no fixed shape; it follows the flow of the flow. It turns when it encounters a rock and bends when the road is blocked.

In all the filthy and dirty places where people don’t want to go and animals don’t want to settle, water can find peace.

Water grows from where there is no root.

Water comes from nature, either as rain, or as fog, or seeps from dark places underground, nourishing all things.

The same goes for name!

Name comes from namelessness.

Famous in the five realms, successful due to the attention of millions, condensed in the root of the great way, born in a place where no one cares, now summoned, converge into the rivers and seas.

The stone sword in Xu Xiaoshou’s hand is the river and the sea.

When he raised his sword, when he said “The highest good is like water”.

What shocked Hua Changdeng was not the lofty aspirations of his Tao, but the fact that he successfully put his Tao into practice in just half a year!

“Huff…”

Fame roars like the long roar of the wind.

In the eyes of the Five Realms Spiritual Masters, another world was constructed on the Holy Spirit Continent—the Sea of Mist!
Everyone could see that it was the second world.

But is that an illusion?
No, the great illusion is not false, and the great thought is as usual.

Shouye’s second world has long been out of the realm of “illusion swordsmanship”. It is born out of reality and is also achieved in reality!
A sword summons the famous sea of fog, like the arrival of the ancestor of war.

Following the master’s instruction, he stood on the top of a solitary tower in the sea of fog. The stone sword was like a river or sea, and all the famous people and celebrities finally gathered on his sword and him.

“Long…”

The Zhongyuan Realm suddenly shook.

Then the entire world of ghosts and Buddhas began to shake.

Xu Xiaoshou pulled out the stone sword from the void. The stone was not cracked and the sheath was not removed. It was like he had pulled out a sword that had been hidden for many years, and his sword was full of sharpness.

Under the nourishment of the so-called Sea of Mist, clear and transparent water quickly wrapped around the blade of the stone sword, flowing gently.

“Half a year, do you know how I got here…”

Shou Ye walked with a sword in hand, slowly stepping towards Hua Changdeng, and his momentum became even stronger.

The spectators from the five regions, when they saw the strange phenomenon on the continent, had already begun to look for the cause, and soon all rushed into the scene of Matchmaker Jin Xing’s preaching.

Eight million…

Nine million…

Ten million…

Matchmaker has never reached such heights!

When Shou Ye came out of seclusion half a year later, he only brought his first sword, but Hong Niang had already been pushed to the highest position in the preaching world.

In the picture of golden apricots, the discussion was even more heated.

Some people are asking “How is Shouye?”

Some people are asking “What is the famous sword technique?”

Some people are asking, “Isn’t this sword the ‘Ten-segment Sword Finger’ that I just received from you?”…

The matchmaker has lost the ability to explain.

She admitted that in big scenes, she was still no match for Feng Zhongzui and could not see through the true meaning of Shou Ye’s sword.

But the fact is that Feng Zhongzui was also watching this sword, and he didn’t understand either.

Not to mention that he didn’t understand, the old patriarch Feng Tingchen didn’t understand either, and even Hua Changdeng who was sitting opposite him couldn’t understand it!

No need to understand.

Wherever you pay attention, fame will grow.

In order to completely split his reputation and prove his fame thoroughly, Xu Xiaoshou must not only strike out with this sword, but also kill Hua Changdeng clearly and distinctly!

“In the past six months, I have observed streams, lakes, rivers, swamps, and seas, tasted fog, rain, tides, waterfalls, and floods, and comprehended the mysteries of life. I have gained a lot.”

“The name of the Supreme is like water, the sea embraces all rivers. Then my sword should gather the names of the ownerless in the five regions into the names of the masters; the names of the nameless into the names of the famous.”

“This name, when it was born, was like the sound of a brook, nourishing me and supporting me.”

“This name is the end, like a raging wave, overturning the world.”

“And Hua Changdeng, I don’t need even a fraction of my strength to kill you. A stone sword is enough. I’m going to cut off the head and tail of this sword, and make a compromise, and call it ‘Rising Tide’.”

“If you can catch it, I will recognize you as the ‘Ghost Sword Immortal’.”

“I can’t catch it…”

With a smile, Xu Xiaoshou said sarcastically: “Old Deng, go to hell!”

boom–

When a sword is raised, thunder shakes the five realms.

It is called the Sea of Fog, and it becomes turbulent in an instant.

Under the illusory deep sea covering the five domains, it seemed that a giant land-carrying beast had awakened and turned over. At that time, the waves broke through the sky, and the sky collapsed and the earth split.

Hongniang felt as if her eyes and ears were about to be torn apart by the word “fame”.

She lowered her head, afraid to look around, as if she didn’t have the courage to look at the ancestor god again.

The so-called sea of fog was born in illusion and exists in reality. Anyone who still has “Shou Ye” and the title of “No. 1 Sword Immortal” in his mind at this moment cannot avoid it.

However, it only lasted for a brief moment before the so-called Fog Sea was completely shattered after the riot. Thousands of water currents burst and surged, finally converging on Shou Ye, the Stone Sword, and even the entire Ghost and Buddha Realm.

“Name: The Tide Rises!”

Xu Xiaoshou slashed out with his sword, the sword light leaked silver, and the water color tore the sky.

This sword was like the replacement of yin and yang. With just the first appearance, it easily cut through the aura of Saint Emperor Hua Changdeng and tore apart the darkness he brought!

“Rising tide?”

The world of ghosts and Buddhas is indeed in turmoil.

But the tide was rolling in, the celebrities were surging, and it was more than just the tide rising?
“Are you kidding, Lord Shou?”

“This is called ‘rising tide’? Isn’t this definitely a ‘tsunami’?”

Hua Changdeng’s expression finally became extremely solemn.

In his eyes, this sword was no longer just another sword. When Xu Xiaoshou swung the stone sword at him, his world became dark.

When the sword light was first created, nine swords leaped out between heaven and earth.

The nine swords opened up the chaos, and the spiritual kingdom rose up. But when people wanted to retreat, it came like a tide, or like a hungry ghost grabbing feet, overlapping waves, and actually grabbed people and made them unable to move.

“Heart sword technique, Prajna?”

Hua Changdeng’s teacher who taught him ancient swordsmanship was also Mei Siren.

How could he not see that the foundation of Xu Xiaoshou’s sword was Mr. Siren’s Prajna?
But, is that all?
Absolutely not!

“Prajna is nothing, abandoned by heaven, the second world…”

His mind was imprisoned in the spirit kingdom, his body was abandoned under the sword moon, and his soul fell into the collapsed world after the collapse of the sea of name fog…

The body, spirit and mind are all sealed.

It’s called the Rising Tide. Once it starts, it will combine the three realms into one and lock people in tightly.

But, is that all?
Not yet!

“The Wrath of the Great Red God, the Sword of Unity, the Sword of Desirelessness…”

Limit the enemy, just limit it.

This sword itself has caused endless damage.

When the nine swords dispelled the chaos, they evolved into countless things, and as their names indicated, they were everywhere. In the end, they returned to one and merged into one slash. When Hua Changdeng wanted to parry, the sword light oozes a hint of green, and it actually slashes out from his body, ignoring the intention of defense, and slashes through his true self…

“Six realms merged into one?”

In addition to ghost swordsmanship, love swordsmanship, and hidden swordsmanship.

This so-called “Rising Tide” sword perfectly combines more than two-thirds of the second realm among the eighteen sword styles.

And this is only the ancient sword technique part…

The strongest point is still with this sword, which cuts out with the essence of “name”!

Fame?
In terms of fame, who is stronger and who is weaker?
Hua Changdeng is indeed a Saint Emperor, but not many people remember his former name as the Ghost Sword Immortal.

The latecomer is ahead, and the number one swordsman Xu Xiaoshou is now riding the wind and waves, surging like a tide.

Comparing the two, who is like a drop in the ocean? Only oneself knows.

“I……”

Hua Changdeng’s hardship is beyond words.

He is just an ordinary Holy Emperor’s will, nothing more.

He wanted to break free from the constraints of body, spirit and mind, but he was simply unable to do so.

He never thought that this young man was so powerful, even stronger than the young Ba Zunan at that time.

After waking up, he tried to awaken his own power of death to fight, but found that it was like a huge wave that submerged a light boat under the tide of fame…

Move, can’t move!
Resist, can’t resist!
Hua Changdeng could only watch as his Fengdu vision was forced to be cut out by the little ghost’s sword, and then…

“boom!”

The sword light tore open the bridge to the other side, and the stones turned over and the ghosts turned over.

“boom!”

The sword light tore open the Forgotten River, and the waves broke and the water dried up.

“boom!”

The sword light tore open the road to the underworld, and the door was blocked, shocking everyone.

A wave of movement rose, the sword’s name began to move, when it was torn out from the ghost gate, cut back from the ghost sword form to the mind form, tore Hua Changdeng’s skull from under his crotch and slashed through the sky and pierced through the galaxy…

Throughout the whole process, Shengdi Hua Changdeng only uttered a difficult “I” and did not make any other movements.

His last glance was directed at the young man below in a daze.

The young man flipped the stone sword and put it on his waist with his backhand. He didn’t even raise his eyebrows, only one side of his face was exposed. He knew the outcome when he drew the sword, and laughed lightly and said:
“Why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken? I drew this sword just to ask a question.”

“Hua Changdeng, how does the half-year training of this sword compare to your thirty years of hard training in the screen candle land?”