Burning Spirit, Sundering the World

A single spark, burning up from the deepest mine shaft, set to turn everything upside down. Geng Lie, the lowest of the low among the mine slaves at Qingshi Mine, at the second level of Qi Refining, his life as worthless as a blade of grass. The Zhao clan holds the soul-burning ore, holds the fragmentary cultivation arts, holds the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of mine slaves, and holds fast to the iron law that "mortals shall never rise." But Geng Lie does not believe it. The day the mine collapsed, forty-nine zhang down in the earth, he encountered a sword that no one had dared to bury for five hundred years—the legacy of Xiao Jianhong, a sword cultivator of the Xiao Sect. A wisp of sword intent, a Burning Spirit Sutra, a single stance of the Edge-Breaking Sword Art, and one last wish: to carry his bones back to the Ten Thousand Swords Plain. Carrying this spark, Geng Lie burned through the chains of the mine. With a band of mine slaves who did not even have decent blades to their names, he killed the Zhao clan's Foundation Establishment cultivator, wiped out the Black Fang Outpost that had cut off their escape, and opened up land and gathered people by the banks of the Pu River. He does not teach people to accept their fate; he teaches them to stand together: fight together, share the grain together, the wounded first, the weak never abandoned, and blood debts repaid in blood. But Geng Lie said: there are thousands upon thousands of mine slaves under heaven, and he walks first—and as he walks, behind him will come thousands upon thousands more. Not believing in fate, not bowing his head, not climbing alone—on this road, he will lead everyone who refuses to accept their fate and together punch a hole through the heavens of the great clans. Burning spirit as the flame, sundering the world as the oath. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Burning Spirit, Sundering the World — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠