I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

A single declaration of audience instantly established the hierarchy, a death sentence pronounced on the spot.

The piercing, sharp voice penetrated the fleshy walls, its undeniable echo reverberating through the ten cities of the Netherworld.

Those trapped within the city boundaries felt an immense pressure, trembling from the depths of their souls.

They looked around in panic, their eyes filled with helplessness.

Power!

The power of the Divine Court's Netherworld was too strong!

Compared to the Sword Ancestor's chanting, the pressure felt here was even greater, dozens of times stronger.

Everyone searched for that person, but no one could find him.

As if being in this place, even the mighty Eighth Sword Immortal was reduced to the level of the Lingyu sect cultivators and the Netherworld trial participants, indistinguishable from ordinary people.

"Even the gate, he can't enter…"

"He is Ba Zun'an!"

An ancient sword cultivator's face was bitter.

The faith from the Eastern Region, the figure in the hearts of all sword wielders, seemed to collapse with the pronouncement.

Just then, a soft laugh echoed from the void:

"Many tricks and schemes, but unwilling to show your face. After waiting for so long, you only use these rats to test me?"

— The voice of Ba Zun'an!

The calmness and ease in his voice ignited hope in many people.

At least, Ba Zun'an was not crushed by the power of the Divine Court like them, these ants.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

Ghostly flames flickered.

The countless Netherworld ghosts that formed the fleshy walls twisted their heads menacingly, their gazes meeting at one point.

Everyone's eyes immediately followed.

They saw, far beyond the ten cities, at the southernmost point of the Gate of Fengdu in the far north, a white-robed figure standing atop the Netherworld's fleshy walls, his face icy.

"Roar, roar!"

"Heh, heh—"

Ba Zun'an stood in the Netherworld, a lotus rising from the mud, untainted by dust.

"Impudence!"

A strongman carried a coffin, and the bloated, fat monster inside let out a sharp rebuke.

Its fleshy hands, so plump that they seemed to ooze green oil when pinched, reached into its crotch and pulled out a giant black brush, pointing it forward:

"I am the Netherworld Judge, declaring your entry into the capital to pay respects to the Supreme Lord. This is a divine decree, how dare you disobey?"

The blood-red, soft bristles at the tip of the Judge's Brush pressed against the space in front, creating a complex and profound array of Dao principles.

The array spun, transforming into a giant ancient "Death" character, which then exploded into boundless waves of power, forcefully pushing towards the ten cities.

"How dare you disobey—"

"Dare to disobey—"

"Disobey—"

The surging echoes instantly shattered those within the Netherworld, causing soul blood to splatter and screams to erupt.

The billions of Netherworld ghosts pressed against the fleshy walls also cracked and bled as the "Death" character's power wave advanced, their states miserable.

The power of the ten cities of the Netherworld stretched from north to south.

In an instant, the blood character on the Judge's Brush, which had pierced through space-time, rushed towards Ba Zun'an.

Before the power even arrived, it had already lifted his white robes and black hair high, shattering the space thousands of miles behind him.

"Obey?"

Ba Zun'an raised his eyelids, his eyes filled with a chilling light.

Without any visible action, the invisible power wave was stopped by a single word lightly uttered from his mouth, suspended in front of him, condensed back into a "Death" character.

"Above the heavens and below the earth, in the Yang world and the Yin realm, I dare to claim supremacy."

"Who are you, what kind of judge, who authorized you to bark and howl here!"

Dong.

Ripples spread beneath his feet.

Ba Zun'an took a step forward, still keeping his hands behind his back.

He regarded the "Death" character as nothing, and as the clothes in front of his chest met the "Death" character containing the power of the profound meaning, the "Death" character also swayed.

It shattered on the spot!

As if being strangled by an invisible sword intent, the surging power did not even explode, but was entirely absorbed into Ba Zun'an's body.

And as the icy voice settled, Ba Zun'an disappeared from his original spot after taking a step.

Everyone's eyes shifted, moving forward to another city.

He had already stepped into one city!

"Impudence, impudence, what impudence…"

The fat judge jumped up and down in the coffin, as if no ghost had ever dared to defy its will here.

Immediately, the giant Judge's Brush in its hand danced continuously, spitting and cursing urgently:

"Outsider of the Netherworld, lowly guest of the Yang realm, acting as a messenger by divine decree, as the highest courtesy to the Supreme Lord, yet not only do you disobey, but you even utter madness…"

"Noisy."

Ba Zun'an raised his sleeve and pointed a finger.

Bang!

Above the ten cities of the Netherworld, a black line suddenly tore through the sky.

As the wind and sound exploded, the fat judge's figure on the distant coffin petrified, the crown on its head was shattered, and even most of its skull was blown away.

Green blood and brain matter splattered upwards, flowing over its forehead, eyelids, and cheeks, covering its face in the blink of an eye.

The fat-headed, big-eared monster was stunned. In its world, it seemed that no ghost dared to attack it.

To the point that it temporarily forgot whether it should be angry or counterattack first.

"A monkey in a crown, a laughingstock."

"Roll back and tell Hua Changdeng, either come out and see me himself, or today, this Divine Court's Netherworld…"

Ba Zun'an paused, a ghostly blue color gathering in his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the filthy ten cities, a red纹 appearing on his brow, "…will be left in utter chaos."

Obviously, none of the ghosts took his words to heart.

"Judge!"

"Life-奪ing Judge?!"

On the ten city halls, the ten Yama Kings' eyes sharpened.

Even the Black and White Impermanence, holding hooks and sickles, opening the Gate of Fengdu, couldn't help but move closer to the Judge.

"Wah…"

The fat judge let out a yell, as if it was anxious, angry, or completely provoked.

Its chubby hand swept across the top of its head, as if tidying its bangs, and the shattered skull immediately regenerated, the wound healed as before.

Then it wiped.

The blood on its face was wiped away.

Leaving only a ferocious face with bloodshot eyes and sharp fangs, it flicked the Judge's Brush, left a sentence, and turned to lie back in the coffin:

"Kill him."

The ten Yama Kings were stunned, and the Black and White Impermanence were dumbfounded.

The eight strongmen under the coffin paused, hesitant to speak.

Just then, a slender figure in green rushed out from the Gate of Fengdu, holding a bowl in her hands, her face veiled:

"Wait!"

In her other hand, she also held a divine decree.

After appearing, she didn't even glance at the Judge in the coffin, unfurled the divine decree, and shouted loudly, proclaiming in its stead:

"The Lord bestows grace, granting power to the highest extent. All Netherworld ghost cultivators, unite the power of the God of Death, and fight this fiend together. Those who obtain Ba Zun'an's soul blood will be promoted by one rank; those who obtain Ba Zun'an's soul flesh will have the power of the God of Death permanently solidified; those who behead Ba Zun'an…"

Dong.

Before she could finish speaking, she felt a pain in her chest.

Looking down, the divine decree in her hand had been torn to shreds by a sword intent, turning into a shower of stardust.

And herself…

A huge bloody hole had also been torn open in her chest.

Gurgling green blood gushed out, and even the power within her body began to drain away, and her delicate skin could not hold up for a moment and began to wrinkle.

In an instant, the slender beauty had transformed into a hunched old woman.

"Grandma Meng Po!"

"Be careful, this fiend's strength is not weak, just now the Judge was…"

"Shut up! Everyone shut up!"

"Lower your heads! All of you lower your heads!"

The ten Yama Kings cried out in alarm, followed by the terrified voices of the Black and White Impermanence.

Immediately, within the Netherworld's fleshy walls, billions of fierce ghosts immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look even half a glance.

The old woman called Meng Po was spasming and trembling all over, and her black hair turned white.

Except for her face, which still retained its youth, her entire body exuded a decaying stench of old age.

She gazed into the distance.

Far away, that peerless white-robed figure gently lowered the finger pointing at her.

Without a doubt…

The divine decree, he had shattered it.

This injury, he had inflicted it.

Granny Meng Po took a deep breath, her hoarse, piercing shriek resounding through the Underworld, surpassing even the life-reaping judge just now:

"Charge!!"

"Rong City! Rong City!"

"Within a quarter of an hour, I want him to be left with only a wisp of his remnant soul, to be brought to me in the capital for punishment! Torture him to death!"

After the God-given Astral Shards shattered, they transformed into intricate Dao patterns.

This, on top of already tearing apart the door of Fengdu, caused the surging power of death within to erupt, shooting out billions of streams of light, separately injecting into the coffin-bearing laborers, the Black and White Impermanence, the Ten Kings of Hell…

…and even into the bodies of billions of Yin ghosts within the Ten Cities of the Underworld, who were pressed against each other, barely able to breathe!

"Chi ~"

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Rouge could only watch as the 'flesh wall' beside her seemed to 'melt' away, that fat-faced ghost falling down, right in front of her, gigantic beyond compare.

On its body, the power of the Ancestral Source ignited, and after its entire form shook, it let out a long howl:

"Hiss——"

It wasn't just the white-faced ghost.

The entire Ten Cities, billions of Yin soldiers, were all unlocked.

Each and every one of them was endowed with at least one strand of the power of the Ancestral Source, all wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves as they broke free from their restraints and surged into the void.

"The power of death, how could there be so much…"

Palace Mistress Yue's eyes rippled with shock, reaching out to pull Yu and Liu behind her, avoiding those hideous ghosts with their varied and miserable appearances.

Fortunately, these Yin ghosts, after being unsealed, paid no attention to anyone else, their target being only one person:

Ba Zun'an!

Obtain a drop of his blood, and your rank will rise by one grade.

If you obtain his soul and flesh, the power of death will be permanently solidified.

If you are fortunate enough to take down that damned fellow's head, the reward, needless to ask, will surely be a priceless treasure!

Tell me, among the myriad ghosts of the Underworld, who wouldn't flock to it like ducks to water?

Palace Mistress Yue raised her eyes, watching countless Yin ghosts leaping like carp crossing the Dragon Gate, all wishing they could be the first to tear that figure apart and divide it among themselves.

The scene was exceptionally terrifying.

The ghosts used to form the walls were all at least soul energy bodies.

Combat experience aside, compared to ordinary spirit refiners' ethereal soul bodies, souls that could condense into energy bodies were already tens of thousands of times superior.

What's more, these ghosts were all endowed with the power of the Ancestral God, this… this was wanting to drown Ba Zun'an with spittle!

"Giggle."

Blackie shrank into Yu Zhiwen's arms, indicating that it had been given a great fright.

Was this the perfect Divine Court?

Accumulated over billions of years, the power of the Ancestral Source could be bestowed upon such cheap ghosts as if it were free?

Even if each ghost received one strand, billions of strands combined…

What kind of magnitude was that?

If these things were added to one person, even if Immeasurable Silent had nine mouths, he wouldn't be able to swallow it all in one gulp!

"Hua Changdeng is also a mad dog…"

"Does he want to burst Ba Zun'an open?"

"Or is he saying that, before they meet again, he wants to break his Sword Concealment Technique first, to destroy his thirty years of sealed sword foundation beforehand?"

…

Ba Zun'an frowned.

He also had not experienced the perfect Divine Court, and he had indeed underestimated Hua Changdeng.

For Hua Changdeng to obtain such a relic of the Ancestral God was no different from a tiger gaining wings.

Of course, this was an external object.

However, the Ghost Sword Art and Soul Manipulation Techniques also emphasized the word "Manipulation," and besides, Hua Changdeng was no longer a pure ancient sword cultivator.

His "Ghost" Dao, as it seemed now, was even more important than his "Sword" Dao.

He was not the Lord of Fengdu of the second realm in ancient sword arts.

What he wanted to be was the true, authentic Lord of Fengdu, replacing the Ghost Ancestor!

"Swallowing it is impossible…"

Although the Imperishable Sword Body was called "Imperishable," it was still somewhat lacking compared to the Undying Body of the Five Great Unique Bodies.

After all, it was an acquired cultivation, and it emphasized the word "Sword."

And compared to the Divine Court and the Underworld, it was even more incomparable.

After all, it was merely an acquired sword body—even a congenital sacred body would be burst open by such a massive power of the Ancestral Source!

After considering left and right.

There was no other way.

Facing the ghosts pouncing from all directions, Ba Zun'an's brow furrowed, his killing intent chilling.

In his heart, only one answer remained:

Blast them all apart!

"Hiss la ~"

The chubby white-faced ghost dangled its long, fleshy tongue, its eyes gleaming with green light, its face full of desire, rushing towards him.

That thirsty expression seemed to say… Give it to me, give me a drop, Mr. Ba Zun'an, just one drop is enough.

"Dong."

Ba Zun'an pointed out a finger, the ripples spreading from his fingertip.

The large lump of flesh in front of him exploded into minced meat, unable to even let out a scream, its thirst stopped by the finger of death.

As for the strand of the power of the Ancestral Source within its body, it was crushed by the sword intent from afar, following it as it transformed into black miasma, sinking heavily downwards.

"Ci ci…"

The sound of wind breaking came from the right.

Ba Zun'an didn't even look at it, pointing another finger towards the void, the night bat hanging in the air exploding into powder, leaving behind only unwillingness.

Black gas sank downwards.

"Ha la, ha la…"

Maggots leaving trails of saliva launched a sneak attack from behind, Ba Zun'an simply closed his eyes, opened his mind's eye, and flicked his fingers.

With a pop, the maggots shattered.

Black gas sank.

"Dong!"

"Dong dong!"

"Dong dong dong…"

Pointing the Dao to stop, pointing to it without stopping.

Like the most elegant void performer, the white-robed figure standing among the ghosts did not move a step, his hands fluttering, afterimages appearing one after another, his ten fingers transforming into flying flowers, playing a magnificent movement.

Within a radius of ten zhang, fierce ghosts could not approach.

Minced meat splattered for several miles, black gas spreading into clumps.

But after only a few breaths, a large ocean of the power of death had already gathered beneath Ba Zun'an, with countless fragments of corpses and souls floating within.

But around him…

Dense and numerous, there were still ghosts!

Covering the sky and the sun, stretching endlessly for hundreds of thousands of miles!

This scene was too terrifying, this number was also breathtaking, the spirit refiners below watched with nightmares, their hands and feet icy cold:

"He can't withstand it, it's impossible…"

"Even if he is Ba Zun'an, he can't withstand such a massive attack, he can't kill them all, he can't kill them all…"

Huo.

Soon, even the "dong dong" sound of pointing the Dao to shatter souls was suppressed by the airtight fierce ghosts.

The void had become a huge ball of flesh, except for the occasional black gas sinking down from the cracks, merging into the black ocean, there was no movement at all.

Ba Zun'an was enveloped.

Even if he wasn't torn to pieces, he would be exhausted by so many ghosts.

If nothing else…

Everyone thought of the state Ba Zun'an was in after swallowing ten thousand swords and lightning tribulations on Spirit Elm Mountain before, when even his Dao chains were strained.

"If you ask me, Ba Zun'an is done for!"

"The power he swallowed before has instead become a limitation, once he loses control, his Dao foundation of concealing his sword for many years will probably all explode!"

"And until now, he hasn't even seen Hua Changdeng's face…"

Gou Wuyue frowned as he watched.

The Divine Court was strong, undeniably strong.

This was even just the beginning, Hua Changdeng had prepared for his mortal enemy, certainly far more than just this.

Ba Zun'an was not weak either, shattering a strand of the power of the Ancestral Source with one finger, he couldn't be said to be anything but fierce.

One strand was fine, but if every strand was like that, if another ancient sword cultivator were to go up there, they might even fight until they were exhausted.

None of that was important!

What Gou Wuyue was watching was not these things.

What he was staring at was the black ocean formed by the power of death that had been shattered beneath Ba Zun'an and the ghosts, re-condensing.

"What is this?"

Gou Wuyue's heart faintly stirred.

It looked like it was still the power of death, but it was more inclined towards the pure power of the Ancestral Source.

It was as if the mark belonging to the "Ghost Ancestor" was also quietly being shattered by Ba Zun'an…(End of Chapter)