I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3202: Chapter 1628: Wretched World Pain Pierces the Bone, Fortune and Disaster Go Hand in Hand, Summoning the Sword_2

“Latecomer, do you think ‘Fear’ is the true essence of the Second World?”

“Wrong! Utterly and disastrously wrong!”

These two sentences handed down to Xu Xiaoshou unmuted him, rendering his body stiffer than that of a corpse dead for three days.

What does that mean?

He felt as though he had pierced through a paper window, tremblingly smoothing out the torn paper, yet feeling as if he had been hit by the Second World itself.

Thus, with some unease, nervousness, and anxiety, he continued reading:

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“Reality is the true essence of the Second World!”

“No one knows oneself better than oneself, and no enemy knows him better than he knows himself.”

“The Second World doesn’t require ‘shaping’ but ‘guidance’—drawing out all of one’s inner desires, true or false, good or bad, allowing one to indulge in them.”

“When a person is immersed in their own fantasies, aware of the reality yet unwilling to awaken, trying to break free but preferring the dream to deepen it, they spiral in reincarnation within the struggle and transition through dreams, sinking ever deeper.”

“This is where the ‘illusion’ reveals its True Intent!”

Reality…

Guidance…

Yes! Xu Xiaoshou knows these things!

Of course, he does, having mastered the Sword Technique Expertise and the Way of the Sword Disc; the basics were like the back of his hand.

In fact, even when he saw the “World of Horror” and its sword technique, he felt that the sword was wrong.

But Bazhun’an’s “Sword Observation Manual” is the application of swordsmanship, an Advanced Programming Language.

How could he be wrong?

How would he possibly record incorrect teachings in this book?

Even if he isn’t good at teaching, he wouldn’t be leading others astray, right?

Though he didn’t mention it, Xu Xiaoshou had confidence in Bazhun’an, believing him to be the kind of person he could rely on in crucial moments.

But then…

Reading further…

“Forget what was said before!”

“By now you must deeply realize your mistakes, next, let us enter the ‘real’ teachings.”

…

Why is the world grey?

Xu Xiaoshou felt as if someone had hit the pause button on him, as though having experienced an eternity of the Spiritual Cultivation Era.

Derived from the “Sword Observation Manual,” the “Second World” had him completely immobilized on the spot for five or six Auras, unable to think.

Until at last…

His mentality shattered; Xu Xiaoshou’s sword-wielding hand softened, almost dropping the Fourth Sword to the ground.

Bazhun’an, are you sick?

Who breaks off a discussion like this?

If you can’t make it, don’t write a book, take a class instead, isn’t this “Sword Observation Manual” just a trap for others!

“Deep to the bone…”

Yes, now the comprehension of mistakes is really too deep.

This lesson is profound enough to remember for a lifetime, my life is already in your hands, okay!

“Boom—”

An explosive sound rang in his ears.

Numerous crystalline Space Fragments fell from the Eighteen Heavens.

Without thinking, or even looking, Xu Xiaoshou knew that within the fantasy realm, the Cursed Yin, based on a nightmare, had broken through the illusion and stepped out of the Second World.

“Reality…”

Too many nightmares, thus less real, that was only natural.

And once a person awakens in the fantasy realm, realizing everything is false, and has no intention to sink…

Could the Cursed Yin invincible with Ancestral God power not forcefully shatter the illusion?

Xu Xiaoshou was full of hatred!

He hated not only that damned Bazhun’an but also himself—the self that had been brainwashed by Dao Qiongcang.

Elder Sang once said: “In this world, do not trust anyone.”

He was right!

No matter how strong others are, they cannot be trusted, it’s too easy to create subjective fantasies.

Now, looking at the shattered illusion of the Second World’s sword, looking at the Cursed Yin breaking free from constraints, Xu Xiaoshou felt a chill in both his palms and soles.

Below in the Eighth Palace, Elder Sang used the Heart Sword Technique to unleash the great buddha chop at Gou Wuyue, which also crossed Spacetime, striking himself in the process:

“My sword seeks to cut down the present Gods and Buddhas in your heart, with hopes for your betterment.”

…

“What are you doing!”

With a flicker of the Spirit Rhinoceros Technique, Hallmaster Dao’s scolding reached him.

He didn’t mention any stirrings in the heavens but sounded like one who placed all hope upon another, like a Heart filled with Gods and Buddhas:

“What’s after the Second World, why have you stopped?”

“The ‘Sword Observation Manual’ should contain many of Bazhun’an’s swords, even I know, you could craft a stronger version of yourself in the world of illusion, harnessing mightier swords.”

“With the current state under the Cursed Yin Eye, you could even forcibly open the fake ‘Mystical Gate’ and with the Third Realm’s Wisdom is Emptiness, strike It down!”

Xu Xiaoshou took a deep breath:

“Shut up.”

Hallmaster Dao promptly closed his mouth.

Xu Xiaoshou did not explain, surely he had his reasons, after all, what Hallmaster Dao could consider, he must also ponder.

Perhaps it was too difficult to summon Bazhun’an in person…

He redirected most of his focus back to the stars, gracefully shedding the skin of the wise man, then… casting off all restraints, transforming into a fierce dog with enraged eyes, chasing sword cognition:

“Wen Ting!”

“Your name is Wen Ting, isn’t it!”

“Stay! Come back to me! Don’t! Run——”

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“Jayjayjay…”

Cursed Yin laughed arrogantly.

Compared to the first sword, Xu Xiaoshou’s second sword, in Its view, was nothing but the desperation of a trapped beast, not even a fraction as powerful as the one before.

To sum it up in one sentence:

That’s all?

Devilish energy burst forth from the Soul Body, and the disdain and arrogance in the eyes of Cursed Yin were unabashedly spewing forth.

It leaned forward, lips splitting to the ears, mockingly and carelessly saying:

“Cursed Yin is compassionate, I grant thee the convenience of three swords.”

“Yet if every sword is just like this, there’s no need for a third strike…”

It pointed at the Fourth Sword: “This vicious sword may accompany you to death, never to return.”

Amidst its words, the triple eyes of Cursed Yin morphed, immediately spreading sinister light across the sky, murderous intent surging.

Its six-armed soul body moved, its fingertip powers transforming.

Clearly, It could no longer contain Its impulse, wanting to hasten the kill and vindicate the shame suffered in the dream.