Chapter 2202: How Do Summer Insects Talk to Ice? (1)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âThat is Bazhunâan!â
These few words were filled with heroic spirit.
Everyone was relieved. It was as if they could see the Eighth Sword Deity who was in high spirits and defeated the world; they also saw the Bazhunâan who was down and out but was still happy and contented.
Regardless whether it was the Three breaths for innate stage, three years for Sword Deity celestial immortal or the Acquired Stage Spiritual Cultivation banished immortal.
From the phrase âHow can I not be carefreeâ, one could see that his state of mind had never wavered.
Success and failure seemed to be nothing more than a life experience in his eyes, and both could be enjoyed.
Donât be happy merely due to the beauty of things and donât be sad due to oneâs own failure.
This kind of indifferent and detached state came as a shock.
The Way of the Sword, the Way of Spiritual Cultivation, and even the 3,000 Great Path⊠Cultivators needed talent, perseverance, or luck.
But no matter what, the heart was the most indispensable.
âHow can I not be happy and unfettered after I became a banished immortal?â
As the Spiritual Cultivators muttered these words to themselves, they understood why Bazhunâan was Bazhunâan and they admitted that they were inferior to him.
With such a Dao heart, even if he only used 30% talent and 30% effort, how could he not succeed?
This was what the Heavens favored!
Even if he, Bazhunâan did not cultivate the sword, he would still be able to achieve success in other Paths at some point, right?
âHow can I not be carefree, how can I not be carefreeâŠ
In the air, the condescending Dao Qiongcang was silenced by his words, but even he wanted to applaud.
He really didnât expect that his few sarcastic remarks would be so easily resolved and countered by Bazhunâan. However, after he thought about it carefullyâŠ
Thatâs true!
How could this guy be like any ordinary person and get flustered merely from a few words spoken by an outsider?
Unlike Rao Yaoyaoâs emotional manifestations and Xu Xiaoshouâs flexibility,
Bazhunâanâs pride had never lessened, no matter how down and out he was.
From the words âbanished immortalâ, one could catch a glimpse:
He never thought that he had failed. He was in the mortal world for a temporary period to gain some experience.
When the time was up, he would soar to the sky.
âThe incident back then really didnât affect him at all?â
âEveryone thought that he had been in a decline for thirty years. Could there be a possibility⊠He just slowed down and chose another path of cultivation?â
Dao Qiongcangâs thoughts drifted as if he had seen through Bazhunâanâs thoughts.
If it had been anyone else, he would never believe that anyone would take the initiative to make such a choice and choose to remain silent.
If it was Bazhunâan, anything was possible.
Then, what was it that made Bazhunâan, who was known for his âThree breaths for innate stage, three years for Sword Deityâ, willing to give up his rapid advancement. He chose to spend more than thirty years to settle down as he waited for his accumulated strength to be unleashed and amaze the world?
After Dao Qiongcangâs thoughts settled, his pupils dilated.
He shook his head slightly and sighed as he spoke to the person below. âBazhunâan, oh Bazhunâan, how should I put it⊠one would expect that of you?â
âThen since it had come this far, do you think you can do that?â
What did Hallmaster Dao mean?
In the huge battlefield, no one understood the meaning of Dao Qiongcangâs remarks.
On the ruins, Bazhunâan only smiled slightly. He bent over the ruins and used his left hand, that only had four fingers, to pick up a fist of sand.
Everyone looked at him and did not understand his action. Even Dao Qiongcang was confused.
When Bazhunâan stood up again, he only gently released his four fingers and allowed the wind that blew over after the battle to carry away the sand from his fingertips.
When the sand had almost completely disappeared, a small, black insect that was devoid of any vitality breath appeared in his palm.
The world was quiet, and even the wind seemed to wait.
Bazhunâan gently caressed the cold black bug with his fingertips. He slowly closed his eyes and said in an indifferently tone.
âDust and sand do not know what is stability, and insects are unaware of eternal lifeâŠTherefore, I donât know how to discuss this matter with you.â âIn your world, Iâm too crazy. In my eyes, this is a normal step, a step forward for me.
Bazhunâan stepped out and looked up at his former opponent.
After a long time, he laughed involuntarily. In the end, he did not say anything more.
âHow can summer insects have any vision? Measure others by their own limitations!â
âThink whatever you want!â
At this moment, apart from Dao Qiongcang, everyone could hear the disdain in Bazhunâanâs words.
Iâve long heard that the Eighth Sword Deity is crazy!
However, few people could imagine that one day, they were able to personally experience this wanton arrogance.
Even Dao Qiongcang, the unpredictable, was not from the same world in the eyes of Bazhunâan?
He actually thought that Dao Qiongcang could not understand him because his level was not high enough?
âHiss!â
All the spectators in the arena gasped, and they couldnât help but be even more curious about what Bazhunâan had planned.
What was it that even Hallmaster Dao could not accept?
It was bigger than the sky, harder to calculate and imagine than the situation on Abyss Island?
Only Lei Xiâer, who held Xu Xiaoshou, who slept soundly in her arms, vaguely understood Dao Qiongcangâs words.
She still recalled that after the battle in the Eighth Palace, the Saint Servants and the others had huddled in a dark cave.
At that time, Xu Xiaoshou was still under Bazhunâanâs guidance.
Lei Xiâer, who was still Mu Zixi, had eavesdropped on their conversation. When they talked about the meaning of âUnless you become a saint, you would always be a slaveâ, Bazhunâan stated the reason why he underwent sanctification:
âA Saint is too weak, and even the Holy Emperor canât save him.â
âThatâs why I want to become a God. When I draw my sword again, I will cut this filthy world into pieces..â
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