The Star Extinction Sword Technique Divine Ability, according to military records, possessed only three forms, corresponding to specific stars, and the supplementary scroll for the divine ability was merely a few thin pages, Yet, for the first form, “Qiming” (Venus/Morning Star), Feng Zikang had no idea where to begin. The sword incantations were obscure and difficult to decipher, and the sword techniques seemed utterly baffling, as if one had to channel killing intent through the vast cosmos, truly intending to extinguish the light of the stars!

“This... how can this even be achieved?” Let alone a mere Qi Induction stage cultivator, even one at the Nascent Soul Crossing Tribulation stage, ascending to the Immortal Realm, might not possess such ability!

Feng Zikang pondered deeply for a long time but could find no entry point. Venus, or the Morning Star, also known as Chang Geng, is the brightest star in the sky just before dawn, heralding the arrival of day.

Among the stellar sequence, it could be considered a primary star, yet because its position is unstable, constantly shifting, unlike the fixed, eternal nature of the fixed stars, it does not appear as solemn or fixed. The “Qiming” form in the Star Extinction Sword Technique required channeling the killing intent within one's chest to transform into Geng Metal Qi, and upon executing the sword move, one would eclipse the starlight of Venus.

No matter how Feng Zikang practiced, it felt awkward, and out of frustration, he casually grasped his iron sword to practice the movements. The moment the iron sword rested in his hand, a spark of inspiration flashed through him; he felt the movement of his hand was suddenly faster than the thoughts forming in his mind.

It was as if the iron sword itself was spontaneously executing the sword form of “Qiming,” dragging his body along! It wasn't his body driving the sword form, but the sword form driving his body!

And the one wielding the sword form was this very Heaven-Swallowing Ancient Sword! The iron sword executed the exquisite sword form, and the sword technique was leading his entire self!

This sword seemed to know this set of sword techniques far better than he did himself! Feng Zikang was deeply amazed.

As his body moved along with the sword form, he felt the demonic energy within him stirring restlessly, resonating with the sword movements. Could it be?

He suddenly understood: while driving this technique with killing intent was feasible, judging by the ultimate ruthlessness and finality of its execution, using demonic energy to propel the divine ability was even more appropriate! Once this principle was grasped, the sword form in his hand became even more fluid.

The Heaven-Swallowing Ancient Sword seemed wild, dancing like a living snake in his hands, as a cloud of pure white mist enveloped the iron sword. The Geng Metal Qi, drawn from an unknown source, possessed an edge that was bone-chillingly cold.

“Hah!” Feng Zikang let out a sharp shout and thrust the iron sword forward, its tip pointing toward the sky. A stream of white light, thick as a thumb, shot straight up!

“Boom!” With a deafening roar, the roof of the thatched hut in the small bamboo grove was blown open, revealing a vast expanse of the firmament. Amidst the twinkling stars, a streak of white light slashed across the void, as if cleaving the dark night sky in two!

The light of Venus instantly dimmed! “Good, so powerful!” Although the dimming of the starlight lasted only an instant, immediately returning to normal, the first level of the Star Extinction Sword Technique at this stage only involved interfering with Venus's projection in the heavens using Qi of the same origin.

Even so, this sheer might was already terrifying beyond belief. If this form were mastered to its extreme, it could genuinely suppress the stellar power and starlight of Venus—what kind of might was that?

Ordinary individuals would be utterly destroyed by a single strike, leaving no room for resistance. If all thirteen thousand five hundred sword forms were unleashed simultaneously, extinguishing all starlight—what kind of grandeur would that present?

Feng Zikang stood erect within the hut, letting the myriad starlights filtering through the hole in the roof rain down upon him, lost in thought as he envisioned the divine ability’s true power. ※※※ Having mastered the three forms of the divine ability, he was nonetheless filled with even greater doubts regarding the Star Extinction Sword Technique and the Heaven-Swallowing Ancient Sword.

Judging from its manifestation during the cultivation of the divine ability, these two elements clearly shared a special connection, and the origin of this Star Extinction Sword Technique was bizarrely aligned, vaguely resembling demonic divine abilities. General Lu, from wherever he learned this technique, had reformed it using the killing intent of the military school.

Although it could still be wielded, it was far less effortless than being driven by demonic energy. Feng Zikang increasingly felt that this foremost General Lu concealed far too many secrets.

Regrettably, during his own act of body possession, he only had a fleeting instant before his form and spirit were annihilated, at best leaving behind only the general’s combat instincts and minimal insights—all other hidden matters were inaccessible, which was truly frustrating. As for the Heaven-Swallowing Ancient Sword, his curiosity about the story behind it grew daily.

Unfortunately, the old monk, Master Wule, had yet to arrive, and he did not know why. However, he was far from idle; besides cultivation, there were many other tasks needing attention.

The two heavenly horses that pulled the chariot had been housed in the rouge box for a long time; they appeared haggard but were thoroughly subdued, daring not defy him any longer. Feng Zikang released them, and they frolicked happily with the little fox.

Feng Zikang himself settled cross-legged, centering his mind, and once again entered the Four Symbols Divine Demon Prison within his Sea of Consciousness. “Senior Brother Huo, hope you’ve been well…” As soon as he entered, the four Divine Demons separated, revealing only a figure bound by chains—it was the half-dead Huo Zhongguang.

Huo Zhongguang’s utilization of the Soul Form Projection technique to abandon his physical body had inherently left him extremely weak. After several days of generous ‘hospitality’ from the four demonic deities, he was now utterly beyond recognition, clinging to life by a thread.

Yet, he still gritted his teeth, remaining silent, adopting the posture of one awaiting death with eyes closed. “The things I wish to know, must Senior Brother still refuse to divulge them?” Feng Zikang strolled before him and gently tugged the chain, causing it to rattle violently, making Huo Zhongguang gasp in sharp intakes of breath from the pain.

“Actually, Senior Brother, why be so stubborn? In your current state, you can neither enter the Demon Realm, nor will lingering in this world bring you any good end.

If you do not wish to seek reincarnation, I happen to have a method for body possession and rebirth…” A faint glimmer of light suddenly flashed in Huo Zhongguang’s eyes. He had been slumped like a pile of mud, but upon hearing the word ‘possession,’ a flicker of indignation ignited.

He flinched, his lips mumbling as if trying to articulate something. Huo Zhongguang, before the entrance to the Demon Realm, had executed the Soul Form Projection technique, choosing to have his physical body pulverized rather than fail in his attempt to rush into the Demon Realm.

He had thought it absolutely foolproof—to leisurely toy with four Core Condensation masters—who knew that his plan would fail so utterly, resulting in this plight? He had already given up hope.

Having no physical body and having missed the opportunity to enter the Demon Realm, cultivation would be incredibly arduous. Reincarnation was ultimately uncertain and ethereal, especially since his spiritual consciousness was entirely shattered—what good could come of that?

Possession and rebirth—he had considered it, but the matter was profoundly mysterious, and he had no idea how to proceed. Now that Feng Zikang mentioned it, a glimmer of hope suddenly ignited within him.

His defeat at Feng Zikang’s hands had instilled in him the impression that this junior brother was omnipotent. Moreover, the two divine abilities he had previously learned from Feng Zikang—Heavenly Demon Devouring and Heavenly Demon Disintegration Grand Art—were the very foundations of his demonic cultivation path.

Perhaps this junior brother truly held the secret to possession and rebirth? “Well, you have two paths before you.

Which do you choose?” “Jun—Junior Brother!” Huo Zhongguang looked up, grinning widely, “I’ll talk! I’ll talk!”