Chapter 192: Fourth Form

Sui slams his palm down, pinning a king‑rank Dragon to the ground, grabs its dragon horns with both hands, and yanks them out forcefully.

Accompanied by a wail, the king‑rank Dragon's tendons are ripped out.

Sui, like a killing Deity, continuously slaughters the invading dragons, phoenixes and Qilin on Human Race territory, flaying skin and tearing tendons, displaying the Human Race's primal barbarism.

The scene is like a furnace of hell, yet no one feels fear.

They all know that it is Sui, one of the Human Race True Ancestors, the Guardian of the Human Race!

Even three‑year‑old children bow to him.

In this moment, your understanding of Starfire Blaze seems deeper.

Because you have seen with your own eyes what Starfire Blaze is!

"I am willing to burn my entire cultivation! Offer my life! Transform into the Human Race's Spark! Protect my homeland!"

In the crowd, a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage raises his arm and shouts.

That call, like a hurricane raising a tsunami, draws more and more cultivators forward.

They are only at the Qi Refining Stage, or at Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, or Nascent Soul; before the mighty dragons, phoenixes and Qilin, they are as weak as ants.

They cannot directly take part in this brutal battle.

But at this moment, endless fury burns in their hearts, and they all step into the Forbidden Domain together.

"I, of the dead clan, live! Though dead, still honored!"

"I am willing to become a Spark! Protect my homeland!"

"Guard my people! Not a single inch yields! Not a single step retreats! Ignite my flesh, my will unending! The Human Race endures forever!!"

They roar, shedding blood and tears.

At this moment, with the homeland shattered and the mighty foe rampaging, they no longer have the old timidity.

Because a will called Human Backbone supports them.

A single Human Race cultivator's Forbidden 【thing】 is nothing.

If it is a thousand? Ten thousand! Tens of thousands upon tens of thousands! An innumerable multitude of a clan's lives?

They burn themselves out, the Sparks converge, causing Sui's body to surge ever higher.

Sui, bearing the will of passing the torch, unleashes terrifying strike after strike, even the Paragons of the three tribes are chilled by it.

The countless tribe members' momentum of being cast into death and then reborn, watching one after another overturn the past, makes your heart undergo a cataclysmic change.

Perhaps, you have found the edge you desire!

You have never truly seen an Ancient God act; your knowledge of Ancient Gods is far too scant.

Therefore you have never been able to comprehend the fourth form of the Burial God Sword Song; you do not know what kind of edge is needed to shatter the Ancient God shackles that control the world!

At this moment, you understand.

It turns out you have always been bound by shackles.

The Human Race should be free, unrestrained by any rules, and that is the greatest reason the Human Race can surpass the Nine Ancient God Clans.

The shackles that bind you are your own thoughts!

Why must one contact an Ancient God to grasp that edge?

To those weak tribe members, what difference is there between a Paragon and an Ancient God? In their eyes, perhaps they are the same.

Even if an Ancient God were to descend, at this moment they would still have the courage to burn themselves to fight.

"My sword! Must be thus!"

"Edge! Can slay a Deity!"

The sword in your hand hums continuously, your soul ascends, and you seem to step into a profoundly mysterious realm.

You draw your sword and strike out, each person with a sword arrives atop the formation wall.

"Swish!"

A moon‑shaped sword arc, centered on you, suddenly unfolds; wherever it passes, blood mist erupts and souls are annihilated.

You have not only made great progress in the Sword Dao Realm.

Subtly, you also touch the threshold of the Ninth Realm of the Qi Refining Cultivation System.

There is no time for careful deliberation; you can only keep probing and refining in battle.

"Scum, the Holy Light Seed is on me, come take them!"

You gulp down a large mouthful of wine, carefree and reckless.

The Paragons of the three tribes swarm toward you, numbering over a dozen, and your sword techniques are endlessly varied.

Each sword you deliver appears the same, but in fact each move progresses.

"He is using us to practice sword cultivation!"

A Paragon from the Qilin Tribe spots the clue.

"What a fine death!"

The Dragon Paragon is enraged; for him, it is a huge humiliation.

You keep receiving heavy blows.

Once, twice, three times... the injuries on your body become heavier.

Each time you encounter an attack, you instantly change your technique, seeking the right path on the brink of death.

Ahead of you is a sea of Darkness.

"Truly a madman!"

The Paragons of the three tribes grit their teeth, eager to surround and kill you, yet you always manage to turn danger into safety.

At this moment, in your eyes, there are already no enemies.

You seem to be in a special space containing only swords, with dense, blank sword scars in every direction.

It is also a blank sheet of music.

Only by striking each note and delivering each sword with heart can you grasp the true meaning of the Burial God Sword Song.

This is a lament of the Burial God performed with the sword!

"Yun, will you protect me, right?"

Your right hand grips the sword hilt, while your left hand holds the swirling CloudHeart.

The flowing scorching blood seems to be the key that links the sword and CloudHeart, and they are undergoing a wondrous fusion.

Your gaze is somewhat dazed.

With each thrust, you seem to see Yun Baobao waving at you, smiling sweetly, still the maiden you first met.

You can also see a Sword Spirit Girl in a green robe.

It is only now that you recall they all come from that mysterious Spirit Monster Blessed Land.

More and more figures appear before you—some former friends, companions, and many fleeting faces, all the clan members who perished in this battle.

You bid farewell to one friend after another.

You are not a swordsman, but rather a Longevity who buries all beings.

In this moment, you are solitary.

You are burdened; you bear the will of your clan, as well as the spirits, the Fox Clan allies, all watching you, bearing the yearning of all beings!

With Yun as the guide, all Qi converges upon you.

Your trembling, towering body suddenly straightens, and brilliant golden light erupts from your eyes.

"Yun, and everyone, thank you for your Guidance in the unseen!"

I have realized!

Your injuries vanish instantly.

Heaven's blessing!

In this moment, you step into a brand-new realm.

You finally comprehend the fourth form!

"Burial God Sword Song!"

"Bury the living!"