Chapter 3892: Chapter 1867: Borrowed Name_3
But this Master Sword Intent, in practical use, not only did not bring much convenience but instead caused a lot of trouble.
He once in the Divine Relics, due to the thirty million Divine Puppet’s Divine Blades of Judgment borrowing power from Bazhun’an Jianwo, bowed his back.
After extreme anger, he sealed off that part of his sword cultivation experience.
At the time, he thought it was due to the "Divine Blade of Judgment," and indeed, he later converted the weapons of the Divine Puppets into "Holy Judgment Spears."
Now it seems, it was not so...
"Simply sealing off past sword cultivation experiences was useless."
"Essentially, I am still an ancient swordsman, and as long as one is an ancient swordsman, knowing the name of the Eighth Sword Deity, when needed, can easily borrow power."
This is easy to understand.
Every spiritual cultivation practitioner is a reserve of the Holy Ancestor.
Every life form falls within the eyes of the Medicine Ancestor.
And in these times, there are no God of Sword, Gu Louying; in terms of fame, Bazhun’an should be the leading figure in the Way of the Sword, naturally influencing all swordsmen easily.
"Only cutting off the tail of a lizard."
Dao Qiongcang lifted his hand, about to strike his own forehead.
But he quickly stopped, his chest cracking open, from which another Dao Qiongcang emerged.
He stripped away the memories of the ancient swordsman part, passed them over, and completely distanced himself from the "sword," thus feeling relieved.
"Go play in the Eastern Region..."
Dao Qiongcang waved his sleeve: "Go to the Burial Sword Tomb; even getting married is fine; if you cultivate the sword, having the surname Dao has no future, strive to change it to Gu."
Gu Qiongcang nodded, bearing the standard bitter gourd face of the ancient swordsman, and left the depths of the Southern Underworld.
Dao Qiongcang put aside the trivial matters, returned to the main issue, frowning in thought:
"A cup of illusion wine gifted to the world, thus becoming famous in the Four Seas, borrowing the force of ten thousand swords, simply profiting without cost, who says he is not good at strategy?"
"To start so wildly, it’s akin to the time on Abyss Island when the Water Ghost was driven to make moves in Tianyuan, causing Xu Xiaoshou to rampage, ultimately reversing the polarities, and after closing the net, killing the overall situation entirely, even I couldn’t restore it."
"If there was no hexagram of earth fire Ming Yi at the time, opting for wise self-preservation, I’m afraid it wouldn’t have just been Rao Yaoyao who was involved, even I might not have escaped..."
Comparing the ancient swordsman, heated after drinking in the five regions, to the extremely calm Dao Qiongcang in the icy depths of the Southern Underworld.
He could see so clearly, pondered so deeply, yet there was still one point he couldn’t understand despite thinking it over:
"But that day he was the player, with the Water Ghost, Xu Xiaoshou entering the game, no matter how wrong everything was, at least he would end it, preventing a total collapse of the situation."
"This time, knowing it’s impossible yet proceeding, truly going in alone for a back-to-the-wall fight?"
"To whom did he entrust his back? Who is still worth trusting?"
"Xu Xiaoshou?"
Dao Qiongcang was left with only this conclusion.
He had to reevaluate Xu Xiaoshou, is he worthy?
But Bazhun’an valued Xu so highly, and he considered Bazhun’an as a chess player of the same level — he thought Xu was worthy, yet he himself did not, was there some other variable?
"All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion..."
Dao Qiongcang murmured softly and soon had an insight.
He had two brains; the computing speed was extraordinarily fast.
He deduced countless possibilities, ultimately discovering that no matter what, Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t turn the tables, especially while Bazhun’an remained hidden in the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion during the critical moment; the variable might be in the "time."
"But Kong Yuhen couldn’t give him much support, right, Kong Yuhen can barely save himself."
"The Demon Ancestor, Medicine Ancestor, Cursed Yin, are even less likely to see him as a great enemy or ally, and without importance, they cannot possibly favor or employ him."
"Yes, then from where does that ’intent’ arise?"
"Secrets..."
Xu Xiaoshou had secrets, Dao Qiongcang knew.
This secret erupted once more in the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, advancing his Great Path of Will to the Extreme Realm, something Dao Qiongcang witnessed when Xu Xiaoshou went back to retaliate against Cursed Yin.
"But my Memory Path hasn’t reached the Extreme Realm, neither have the Ten Ancestors, who can achieve such an extreme measure as rapid as pulling up seedlings to help them grow?"
"Name..."
Dao Qiongcang muttered the word "name" silently, ultimately shaking his head, the Way of Name is the Way of Name, the Path of Will is the Path of Will.
Names are external, wills are internal.
Without extremity, without obsession, without being overly self-centered, one cannot cultivate the extreme realm of will, nor can they give Xu Xiaoshou this kind of assistance.
This further rules out that Kong Yuhen has become the Time Ancestor, even if he became the Time Ancestor, he couldn’t bestow someone else the Extreme Realm of Will.
But Dao Qiongcang’s "library" had no more clues left to ponder or deduce.
"Since that’s the case..."
Dao Qiongcang had never been a stubborn and arrogant person; if he couldn’t find out himself, then let him also be involved across there.
"Second generation."
Dao Qiongcang descended into the memory space.
Here it was shrouded in mist, standing in front of him was himself, with a snake spirit bound in the distance, nothing else was present.
"Oh, an esteemed guest."
The second generation Dao Qiongcang, wearing a grand robe, sat cross-legged on a golden throne with a flamboyant posture, his eyes closed in gentle repose, now lifted his eyes to look.
Dao Qiongcang appeared like a frail scholar.
In contrast, the muscular build faintly visible under the second generation’s robe was no less than that of The Divine.
"I have a question I want to ask you."
"You still have questions that need to consult with me?"
"Certainly not related to ’strategies,’ but perhaps involving ’force,’ which is your specialty."
"Speak."
Dao Qiongcang then nodded, choosing his words carefully, and succinctly said: "In the world you know, in the myriad worlds across time, who could be called the ’strongest’?"
The second generation chuckled lightly, enunciating each syllable: "Dao! Qiong! Cang!"
"Don’t flatter me, I’m being serious."
"I am serious too."
Dao Qiongcang smiled helplessly, acknowledging himself being flattered, and ultimately not arguing with the stubborn brain, then said: "Other than me then? Hmm, perhaps also mastering the Great Path of Will ..."
"Will?"
"Yes."
The second generation tilted his head in thought, finally looking towards the white snake spirit bound in the eternal snapshot of memories in the distance, and solemnly uttered a word:
"Nu!"