"What kind of sword technique is this?"
Helian Guhong looked up at Ye Lin, his voice slightly tight.
"This is the opportunity you wanted."
"This is what you were yearning for just now. I'm giving it to you now—what, you don't want it?"
"There's more to come. Watch carefully. Learn well."
Ye Lin looked at Helian Guhong and smiled faintly.
After saying that, he began savoring the feeling of that earlier sword strike.
Primeval Heaven-Opening truly lived up to its name.
The power of that strike far surpassed any sword move he had used before.
But this was only the first form.
There was a second form, a third form...
He raised his head, looked at Helian Guhong, and lifted the Godslayer Sword once more.
"Again."
His voice was calm, yet Helian Guhong heard a trace of excitement within it.
"Damn it."
Helian Guhong's expression darkened completely.
He held nothing back any longer. His hands formed seals again, driving the power of his burning bloodline to its very limit.
Golden patterns emerged across the surface of his body, like blood vessels and like runes, covering him from head to toe.
His aura continued to rise. The increase was not great, but it became denser, more terrifying.
"Third Bloodline Divine Ability, Chaos True Form."
His body began to transform.
It was not expansion, but a qualitative change.
His skin turned grayish white, the color of chaotic mist.
His eyes became pure gold, without pupils—only two clusters of golden flame burning within.
His hair turned silvery white, each strand standing erect like a sharp sword.
A phantom emerged behind him.
It was an enormous phantom, roughly a hundred zhang tall. Its features were indistinct, and only the vague outline of a human form could be seen.
The phantom exuded an ancient, desolate