I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 3116 - 1599: Angry Immortal Heavenly Unravel Requests You Yuan, Coming to Suppress Di Ying Within the Time of Burning One Incense Stick_2

Chapter 3116: Chapter 1599: Angry Immortal Heavenly Unravel Requests You Yuan, Coming to Suppress Di Ying Within the Time of Burning One Incense Stick_2

And it was that sword!

And the terrifying power contained within it!

She scrutinized carefully, Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang’s greatsword was enshrouded in gold, with the hilt hosting the images of Nine Gilded Buddhas, some adopting a posture of worship, some of wantonness, some of dozing off, some of praying, some of…

No need for further observation, one glance was enough for Di Ying Saint to suddenly recall the nature of this sword, and why it had a natural suppression over her:

“Is it one of the Five Great Divine Instruments of Chaos, the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword?”

For a moment, Di Ying Saint’s thoughts blurred.

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Indeed, Hallmaster Dao had mentioned the words “Angry Immortal” before.

But shouldn’t this “Angry Immortal” be a casual name given by the sword wielder? How did it come to be related to the “Buddha Sword·Angry Immortal”?

“How could you possibly gain its recognition?”

Di Ying Saint’s voice ripped through the air as she roared.

The Buddha Sword Angry Immortal not only demanded a high level of Sword Will from an ancient swordsman, but it had even higher requirements for one’s temperament.

Without a connection to Buddha, without a heart for saving the world, without the thought of “Buddha traverses the world, Buddha angrily guides immortals, all worlds are equal, mortals and immortals are one”…

The sword wielder would find it difficult to even draw the sword!

Yet here stood Hallmaster Dao in front of her, whose comprehensions of the Way of the Sword seemed grand but were inherently hollow, pieced together haphazardly.

Fundamentally, his Master Sword Intent was commendable.

But how could such a mediocre person earn the favor of the Buddha Sword Angry Immortal?

“Pat pat pat…”

One after another, the upper and lower halves of the Di Ying Saint’s split avatars crashed onto the ground, twisting and curling in the Buddhist light. Though they refused to succumb, their cries of suffering were incessant.

Upon closer inspection, the sword light that cleaved each Di Ying avatar in half bore the intent of the Mo Sword Technique, with the substance of spatial-temporal separation hidden within.

Faintly visible, there was the subtle golden “Power of Will” attached to the wounds, preventing the life attribute from regenerating through Super Taoization.

Hallmaster Dao chuckled lightly, flung the sword over his shoulder, and then hoisted it aloft.

Realizing that this movement was rather indecent and not befitting of the demeanor of the Sword Immortal, he reluctantly shifted the greatsword, held it obliquely with effort, and stood proudly.

Regarding Di Ying Saint’s bewildered question, he, being born from riddles, was now Hallmaster Dao of the Sword Immortal Way·Tao Qiongcang and had no intention of providing a detailed answer.

On the contrary, his response was even more succinct and disdainful:

“The chirping cicada’s summer sorrow is ample.”

“Curious about autumn and winter? It merely adds to the laughter!”

Boom!

He vibrated the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword downward.

Thick Power of Will surged out like a golden river, spreading along the false Way of the Sword Power Upanishad Formation, instantly liberating each Di Ying avatar’s partial soul from the struggle, serenely passing to the west.

It must be said.

With just these two sentences, with just this movement.

Di Ying Saint’s fury was provoked to the utmost.

Rampant!

It was an overbearing kind of rampage!

But it was merely a sword that had slain over thirty of her Rebirth Infant Seeds; did he really believe that with the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword he could act with absolute impunity?

“Dao! Qiongcang!”

Di Ying Saint shouted in a furious outburst, stimulating a series of swollen nameless infant seeds at her severed ends.

These seeds lost all form, only granted the most formidable Power of Medicine Ancestor, bursting with vitality, breaking through once again.

With a “sizzle” sound, purple and green life fluids spurted out like pus from a ruptured sore, pulling together, broken but still connected.

Swish!

In an instant, the Power of Will was eroded.

Di Ying Saint’s upper and lower bodies reconnected, as if the battle had just begun.

Such a disgusting method of “rejoining” caused Hallmaster Dao to frown involuntarily.

This time, without waiting for Di Ying Saint to make a move,

He traced his finger across the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword, stained it with nine drops of Holy Blood, broke the Buddha Sword’s precepts, and offered a Sacrifice of killing light.

Immediately, the sword burst forth with radiant golden light, and Hallmaster Dao chanted continuously:

“The Way of the Sword, named ‘Nine’, with Nine to preside, cleanse my buddha-nature…”

“The Way of the Sword, named ‘Ten Thousand’, with ten thousand swords returning, salute the Buddha of Sacred Mountain…”

“The Way of the Sword, named ‘Heart’, with a heart fearless, eyes seeing no ten thousand laws…”

“The Way of the Sword, named ‘Mo’…”

“The Way of the Sword, named ‘Emotion’…”

“The Way of the Sword, named ‘Nothingness’…”

Layers of voices overlapped at one point, as if his mouth contained nine tongues, all simultaneously muttering, creating nine sounds.

Nine sounds corresponded with nine bloods, with the nine bloods forming a unifying array.

One ceremony washes over me, bringing forth the very root of Buddha!

“Bazhun’an…”

Hallmaster Dao’s eyes reflected twin Swastikas, and by the end, the words from his mouth were no longer distinct, but his being escalated with layers upon layers of radiance, enveloping his entire person in golden light, becoming blurred and ethereal.

Suddenly, he tossed the Angry Immortal high into the air, the Buddha Sword spinning horizontally, his hands joined in prayer, fingertips touching the descending sword body.

The Buddhist sounds finally converged on being, imparting one phrase:

“In a world without resentment, the three realms are empty, emptiness also exists, evolving into nothingness.”

“When Buddha holds resentment, the underworld shall be full, dispersing across the land of mortals.”

His body bent forward.

Suddenly, he raised his head again.

“Heavenly Unravel·Resentment!”

Behind Dao Qiongcang, the form of a Buddha-like apparition towering to the sky astonishingly ascended.

That figure, with eyes that seemed to close and open, bore a sorrowful expression, its left hand hanging limply as if wishing to find peace beyond the heavens but lacking the strength, and its right palm attempting to calm the earth below, yet seemed hardly efficacious, epitomizing the utter helplessness of “this world is difficult, difficult to find comfort.”

Yet, to the eyes of Di Ying Holy Plant…

This Buddha-like form, one of apparent non-action, was flowing with golden liquid—that was, in fact, the surging Power of Faith, the power of Penetrating Divine Senses 2.0!

His sorrow is my sadness.

However, as this Form and this Power first appeared, Di Ying Holy Plant, despite having fully embraced the Ancestral God Fate Chart, still felt herself miserably inadequate compared to the slightest fraction of the salvific intent within that apparition.

“Boom!”

Her roots suddenly burst apart, and like a human falling to her knees, her upper body violently collapsed to the ground.

Impossible!

This can’t be possible!

The Di Ying Holy Plant, now fallen to the ground, had indeed taken on the appearance of a lunatic.

She tried to lift herself, unwilling to pay homage to that Buddha form, but the more her intent became maniacal, the more magnificent the suppression she endured.

Like a mountain pressing down!

Like the ocean weighing upon her shoulders!

Despite the vast distance between them, without needing to touch, the Buddha form that had been summoned already had the Power of Will imbued upon it, and was, in a “gradually” manner, converting her own evil energy, devilish energy, and all various transformative powers.

Xuxu, indicating a carefree manner, not its speed.

“No—”

Di Ying Holy Plant roared her head down.

Her body suddenly began to decay, everything was being lost.

Yet, the more this happened, the less she was able to raise her head.

With a peerless life experience that spanned from the ancient past to present, Di Ying Holy Plant, amidst her panic, quickly understood the “Nian” and the “compassionate” nature of the figure…

Above the self!

Its Way, seemingly possessing the stature of the Ten Ancestors!

Such overwhelming suppressive power was not something she could wrestle free from with terrified resistance; she could only disentangle herself from this “transcendence” if her heart aligned with inherent goodness.

But…

Be calm?

Still her heart?

Wholeheartedly embracing goodness, no longer straying from norms?

—How could that be possible!

Di Ying Holy Plant was close to madness.

She had joined the Cursed Yin Sect, and if she were to follow the path of that Buddha form, her own Great Path would crumble.

Yet if she did not, how could she ever break free from the terrifying power looming over her?

And more!

How could a sword like this, wielded by the Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang who was profoundly skilled in thievery and who knows where he had borrowed such power from, have attained this level?

“Buddha Sword, Buddha Sword, lend me the Buddha Sword…”

“I need nothing, It comes to me unbidden…”

As she lay prone on the ground, footsteps sounded in front of her, accompanied by several intonations of melancholy.

Indeed, the Heavenly Unravel of Dao Qiongcang, just as Di Ying Holy Plant had suspected, was not the Heavenly Unravel in its normal state.

He indeed had only borrowed someone’s power, been entrusted with a sword, and when confronted with impurity, summoned this sword, invoked this power, to fulfill someone’s wish—that was all.

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“You are the born Ancestral Trees, the roots of Di Ying, and the roots speak: ‘Up to this life, we nurture the world; Heavenly Destiny must not be defied!'”

“Fate has led you here, but how could the Ancestral God techniques you’ve snatched possibly help you achieve ‘illusion’? Know this, illusion is inherently empty, and emptiness is but a figment of the imagination.”

“How can those deluded and fantastical thoughts compare to the Divine Destiny of a naturally born ‘Ancestral God’?”

Dao Qiongcang spoke softly as he stepped forward, finally arriving before Di Ying Holy Plant.

He reached into the void with his hand, and without needing to summon it, Angry Immortal Buddha Sword returned from “Heavenly Unravel” into the palm of his hand.

Lifting the sword,

Dao Qiongcang shook his head lightly.

“My friend saved lives and stilled demons, willingly forsaking innate fate, casting himself down into the inverted Buddha Pagoda, this is ‘Truth,'” he said.

“And you, another friend of mine, began with falsehood, usurping the energy movement of Way of the Heavens’, building castles in the air, grasping for the moon reflected in water, is this your definition of ‘Ancestral God’? This is ‘Falsehood.’

He grasped the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword, twisting the sword point downwards.

The enormous Buddha form behind him, neither compassionate nor merciless, forgetting life and death, seemed no longer within the Way of the Heavens, transcending the three realms.

Hum…

The Buddhas converged, transforming into a golden light that entered Dao Qiongcang, and in fact, through his hand, flowed into the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword.

The Angry Immortal Buddha Sword stood against the sky as a beam of golden light, consuming the Power of Will, like the time it takes to burn one incense stick.

Dao Qiongcang was like a Divine Puppet that, once commanded, could execute and obtain epochal power.

He aimed the sword, the incense, at the prone Di Ying Holy Plant, at her towering and trembling canopy, at her heart full of reluctance, of boundless resentment, capable of bringing calamity to the world…

One suppression!

“Today, for the extermination of evil, I dedicate the Power of Will, with a single stick of incense, the world shall be cleansed… You may go now.”