Chương 113: War God’s : — Chapter 113 - Prairie Fire Spear Art — The Fire Seed Never Dies! Ignite the World!

Old Martial Calendar, Dragon Nation, Year 1924. Dragon Burial Pass. Behind the towering mountain pass lay the myriad lights of Xunyang City, the great city within. Outside the pass, black clouds pressed down, and alien beasts surged like a tide. The Seven-Nation Colonial War was in full swing. A coalition of seven nations, led by the Great Eagle Empire, swept in from across the seas like savage beasts.

Dragon Nation's first Martial God, Zhou Tianlong, had been drawn far beyond the border by three allied powerhouses, unable to break free. Yinghai, one of the seven nations, sought to breach Dragon Burial Pass with minimal casualties and seize Xunyang City as a strategic foothold. On the battlefield, they collected warrior corpses en masse, then lured in vast numbers of alien beasts, gathering them into a tidal wave to break through the pass in a single strike. At the pass, beneath the towering wall.

"General, this is already the seventh wave! We have barely over a hundred men left..." A blood-soaked soldier rushed up the rampart. He looked at the man standing before him, silent as a mountain, his face full of dejection.

"How many still haven't evacuated?" The man's voice was hoarse. Beside him stood a fiery-red spear, the only speck of firelight beneath the gloomy, black-clouded sky.

"At least tens of thousands... within a single day, I fear..."

"You all withdraw as well." The man gripped his spear.

"The civilian evacuation needs people to maintain order. The few over there aren't enough."

"But General, you..."

"Relax, it's merely a beast tide..." The man in shattered armor waved a hand, then turned and grinned at the soldier, revealing a weathered face full of stubble.

"Could I, Qin Wuji, the esteemed Ember-Exhausting Spear Venerable, not block a mere beast tide like this?" The soldier's body trembled. He opened his mouth as if to say something. In the end, he could only obey and leave. Before long, the vast Dragon Burial Pass held only a single person. Not long after, the man's body trembled. A subtle change flickered through his resolute eyes.

"Dragon Burial Pass... a beast tide...?" Wang Xian gazed ahead. He closed his eyes to sense his condition. The yuan force within him was utterly exhausted. He looked at his beloved spear beside him, the Starfire Divine Spear. Its blade bore faint cracks.

"Alone, with a drained body, a broken spear and chipped blade, to hold back a boundless beast tide?" Wang Xian remained silent. He did not dwell on it but instead carefully considered how to break the deadlock.

"Dragon Burial Pass..."

"Xunyang City behind it is a strategic location because a yuan vein lies beneath the ground."

"This yuan vein extends beneath Dragon Burial Pass."

"After the yuan qi revival, yuan veins became the most critical resource in the world..."

"I crammed a lot of liberal arts knowledge in high school... The Battle of Dragon Burial Pass must have been a large-scale assault launched by Yinghai against Dragon Nation during the Seven-Nation Colonial War. Their goal was to seize this yuan vein." Wang Xian's eyes burned like starlight as he gazed at the ground beneath Dragon Burial Pass. From below the surface, he could sense wave after wave of powerful yuan force fluctuations. The next moment, Wang Xian gripped the long spear.

A resonance emanated from the shaft. A blazing flame erupted from the spear blade. In the vastness of heaven and earth, this wisp of flame was like scattered starlight in the night sky, hardly worth noticing. Yet it seemed as if it would never be extinguished, pulsing with the rhythm of life.

"I've got it." Wang Xian looked toward the beast tide surging madly toward him and closed his eyes. If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it's taken without the author's consent. Report it. He waited in silence. The black clouds in the sky grew ever denser. The beast tide surged forward and arrived. Wang Xian drew a deep breath and poured the last of his body's yuan force into the spear shaft. Then, he soared into the air.

First, a horizontal spear strike lashed out, landing within the pass and severing the yuan vein beneath the ground. Vast yuan qi suddenly gushed forth. Next, his entire body plummeted like a falling meteor, crashing into the earth outside the pass. The faint firelight at the spear tip burned madly along the underground. Until it blazed its way to that brilliant yuan vein. In that instant, from within the spear shaft, exquisite spear techniques flooded into his mind, move after move.

"Prairie Fire Spear Art!"

"First Form: A Single Spark Ignites!" Wang Xian thrust his spear, the tip lightly tapping that brilliant yuan vein. Sparks flew from the spear tip like fireflies. BOOM—a single spark sets ten thousand li ablaze! It can also incinerate the heavens! The crimson-flame spear pierced through the yuan vein. Divine fire erupted from the earth, burning countless alien beasts to nothing. At the same time, one exquisite move after another continued to flow from the spear shaft.

"Hundred Strikes of the Prairie Fire!" Spear shadows transformed into a hundred crimson streaks, enduring eternally within this incinerated sea of flames.

"Ember-Exhausting Lotus Blossom!" Beneath the ground-vein primal fire, the scene had already become a sea of flame. Wang Xian leaped high, drawing the boundless sea of fire. Layer upon layer of spear shadows dove downward, forming a blazing lotus platform that burned the world itself to ash.

"So... this is the Prairie Fire Spear Art..." Wang Xian murmured. The fire seed never dies; the heart's flame burns forever. The spear strikes out like starlight rising; the spear withdraws like sunset glow spreading across the sea. A single Starfire spear, burning itself out to ignite radiance for all living beings. But still, something seemed to be missing. Space suddenly trembled. Everything vanished, returning to the pure white space from before.

Only his palm seemed to carry a trace of warmth, as if the spear once held in his hand had left behind an ancient call.

"You have passed the 'Battle Echo' of Ember-Exhausting Spear Venerable Qin Wuji."

"Next is the Heart's Ordeal. Please prepare yourself." So I've passed already? Wang Xian was silent. How exactly had Qin Wuji fought, back then, under such circumstances? Among the wills left behind by these martial predecessors, the battle echoes were surely the most unforgettable battles of their lives. And they came with an extremely high level of challenge. Generally, once you passed the battle echo, you could at least elevate your corresponding martial realm.

As a lost martial art, Wang Xian had already perceived the moves of the Prairie Fire Spear Art from that battle, as well as its unique circulation method. But one thing was still missing. The true essence of a martial art. By comprehending the true essence of a martial art, one could cultivate it to the peak of perfection, and finally return to simplicity and attain the Dao. At this moment, the scene shifted, returning once more to Dragon Burial Pass. Only this time, it was inside the pass.

The alien beasts outside the pass had disappeared. But what followed was Yinghai's subsequent warrior forces, beginning to encircle and annihilate the last retreating soldiers of Dragon Burial Pass and the civilians of Xunyang City behind them. Only, these well-rested troops were clearly not something the remnant and wounded soldiers of Dragon Burial Pass could withstand. At this critical moment, Wang Xian watched the civilians, like a long dragon of life, gradually evacuating from within Dragon Burial Pass.

Then he turned back to look at the Yinghai warriors trampling over the corpses of alien beasts as they charged onto Dragon Burial Pass.

"There's no choice but to fight to the death," Wang Xian thought. At this moment, a young boy stood in a corner inside the pass, not retreating with the main force. The boy gripped a broken spear, his gaze fixed deathly on the area outside the pass. Wang Xian was startled. He looked at the boy, walked over, and asked, "Child, why didn't you leave with the others?" The boy shook his head.

"What about your parents?"

"They're both dead," the boy said in a low voice.

"Killed by those people." Wang Xian fell silent.

"Then shouldn't you live on even more, for their sake?"

"No." The boy's gaze was icy as he looked into the distance.

"General, take me with you to kill the enemy! I am very weak, but the talent I've awakened is very strong! I can definitely help you!" Wang Xian's heart shook. He looked at the boy in astonishment.

"What martial talent have you awakened?"

"Five-Dynasty Prime Body!" Wang Xian drew a sharp breath, looking at the boy before him. The Five-Dynasty Prime Body meant that five organs of the body, heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys—had all mutated, allowing one to easily master five different elemental forces. But at the same time, one had to endure intense torment every moment. It was a talent both powerful and agonizing. In later eras, it would be classified as King-tier. But when first awakened, it was called a low-tier talent.

Because at the start, there was only endless suffering, and for oneself, it granted no particularly strong power. Instead, one could bestow the power of the five organs upon others, allowing them to erupt with immense strength for a short time. After all, in that era, the New Martial Arts had just arrived, and many warriors did not fully understand martial talents. Taking this boy along would indeed provide considerable assistance. Only, it would be difficult for him to return alive.

"General, take me with you!" The boy's eyes were full of desperate longing.

"I suffer torment day after day and have long been unable to go on living. Now that I have a bit of strength to buy a little more time for those retreating behind us, my death will have been worth it." Looking at the longing in the boy's eyes, Wang Xian suddenly took out the long spear in his hand and handed it to the boy. Then, on the ground, he drew the three core forms of the Prairie Fire Spear Art.

"Child, you cannot go." Wang Xian said slowly, "You must live on. Your talent is very strong. The pain you feel now is nothing more than a bit of wind and frost on your future path."

"This Prairie Fire Spear Art is the essence of my lifelong martial learning."

"Live, and pass this spear art on." The boy froze, looking at him with utter disbelief.

"This spear has followed me for many years. It can help you comprehend this spear art!" Wang Xian smiled faintly, then turned and left, leaving the boy only the sight of a solitary, towering silhouette from behind. In this moment, he finally understood the martial true essence of the Prairie Fire Spear Art.

"Prairie Fire Spear Art—the fire seed never dies."

"Its true essence is not burning oneself out... but igniting others." He took one step beyond the pass, and the surrounding scene shattered. As it shattered, only that long spear suddenly transformed into an faint human silhouette, suspended in midair, gazing at Wang Xian's back for a long, wordless moment. From that pure white space, a soft echo resounded:"You have comprehended the martial will left behind by Ember-Exhausting Spear Venerable Qin Wuji." ➤ Next: Martial God Zhao Gang! Asura Single Slash!

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