Chapter 1005: Forced Transmigration

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Almost the moment he left the spot, three unparalleled, fierce blade rays bearing the tearing force of a raging wind slammed down onto the place where he had just been seated! The hard black stone floor was cut into three bottomless rifts as if it were tofu! Smoke, dust, and fragments of stone shot up into the sky!

Three figures dressed in tight black garments, their faces hidden by masks, exposing only a pair of icy eyes, leapt out from different shadowy corners like specters! One wielded a slender, curved blade that shimmered with a ghostly blue chill, its aura as cold as a poisonous snake; another was hulking, brandishing a mountain‑splitting great axe as large as a door panel, massive and heavy; the last had empty hands, but strange black vapors coiled around his fingertips, clearly skilled in poison or curses! The three moved in perfect coordination, their assault like a raging storm, instantly enveloping Han Wuxian!

Three cultivators in the late Golden Core stage! And all master the art of combined strikes! Their goal is clear: to finish him off at the moment his wounds have not healed and the teleport is about to trigger!

"Mysterious Sect's lackey!" Han Wuxian roared, golden light bursting from his eyes! The bone‑eating spike ambush moments earlier had been largely blocked by a light membrane, but the vile curse force had already seeped into his meridians, hampering his spiritual energy flow, and his arms felt as heavy as if filled with lead. Confronted by the onslaught of three peers, he was instantly thrust into a direly passive position!

"Golden Sun Flowing Light Escape!" He dared not meet it head‑on, frantically channeling the remaining Light Path energy into his legs, his form becoming a twisted golden afterimage, narrowly evading the great axe's swing and the curved blade's entanglement! Yet the black‑clad poison‑curse specialist sent three silent black streams of qi from his fingertips, like bone‑gnawing maggots, piercing the gaps in his movement and striking his protective aura hard!

"Sss— sss— sss!" The protective aura quivered violently, emitting a corroded sound. A chilling, numbing sensation spread rapidly from the struck spot! Han Wuxian staggered, his movements lagging once more!

"Die!" The black‑clad wielder of the curved blade, like a bone‑gnawing ulcer, turned his Blade Light into a ghost‑blue death net, instantly sealing every escape route for Han Wuxian! The great‑axe cultivator charged like a wild bull, the axe bearing the force of splitting mountains and cracking stone, sweeping away all opposition!

No escape possible! No defense possible! The teleportation array's light had reached its peak, the space distortion hit its limit, and a powerful suction began tugging every object on the plaza! The elder who had been guarding the formation had vanished without a trace!

Desperation!

In that split‑second on the knife‑edge of life and death, a flash of madness crossed Han Wuxian's eyes! He ceased trying to dodge the lethal blade net and great axe, and instead forced the corrupted, toxin‑laden Light Path energy inside his body—still sluggish from the curse—to compress and ignite in a near‑self‑destructive manner!

Deep within his dantian, the golden Light Path source quivered violently, erupting with unprecedented radiance!

"Give me, open!!!"

He thrust his hands together forcefully, the golden spiritual energy throughout his body igniting like powder keg, exploding outward with a thunderous roar! No longer a refined battle armor or sword aura, but a ring of pure, raging Light Path energy—a blast that incinerated everything!

"Golden Sun Annihilation Ring!"

A dazzling golden halo centered on Han Wuxian expanded instantly!

"Boom!!!"

The foremost ghost‑blue blade net melted away like ice and snow! The sweeping great axe was violently knocked off course by the raging energy!

The three streams of curse black qi, like bone‑gnawing maggots, were instantly purified! The three black‑clad men's faces turned pale as the sudden, overwhelmingly dominant light blast hurled them away! Their protective auras shattered like paper, their clothes charred, blood spurted from their mouths, clearly bearing serious internal injuries!

However, forcing this near‑self‑destructive technique came at an equally heavy price! The golden flames on Han Wuxian's body extinguished instantly, his complexion turning as pallid as gilt paper, thin streams of blood seeping from all seven apertures, and his arms moaning under the weight of his bones! The curses and toxins inside him, rebelling against his spiritual energy, surged like a breached dam, violently battering his meridians and dantian! The excruciating pain nearly knocked him unconscious!

The teleportation array's light peaked at this moment! The twisted Space Power swirled like a massive vortex, enveloping the entire plaza!

The three black‑clad men who had been blasted away showed shock and resentment in their eyes, but the overwhelming spatial suction prevented them from stabilizing, instantly pulling them toward the heart of the light!

Han Wuxian likewise could not resist this force! He summoned his last thread of clarity, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic plaza; amid the distorted light and shadow, he seemed to glimpse the lingering "Shadow" standing quietly at the edge of a distant barrier, a faint black glint flickering at its fingertips, yet it never intervened.

A blinding white light flooded every sense! His body seemed torn into countless fragments, then forcibly reassembled in another dimension! Intense vertigo and weightlessness assaulted him! In the final instant before his consciousness sank into darkness, he thought he heard the roar of waves crashing against rocks and smelled the salty, damp sea breeze…

When Han Wuxian struggled to regain a thread of awareness from the violent spatial vertigo, the first thing he felt was the icy, biting seawater lashing his body. He choked violently, spitting out several gulps of blood‑tinged seawater, and fought to pry his heavy eyelids open.

Before him stretched an unfamiliar sea. The sky was overcast, lead‑gray clouds hanging low as if within reach. The surface roiled with turbulent waves; ink‑green water churned white foam, crashing against the surrounding jagged, ferocious black reefs that resembled monster fangs, producing deafening roars. The air was thick with a heavy salty stench and the smell of rotting seaweed.

He lay on a black reef stone smoothed by the surf, half his body still submerged in the icy seawater. Pain seared his entire body, especially his arms and chest, as if they had been crushed. His internal spiritual energy was depleted, his meridians felt as if scorched by fire and cracked by ice, and the invasive curse and toxin had not faded with the teleportation; instead, in his weakened state they ran rampant.

He struggled to prop himself up, scanning the surroundings. Apart from the endless raging sea and the ferocious reefs, there was no sign of land or ships. Gale‑driven icy seawater battered him, draining the little body heat he had left.

"Is this… the outer rim of Broken Star Island?" Han Wuxian wiped the seawater from his face, his eyes weary yet still as sharp as a blade. The teleport had clearly misfired, failing to reach the intended safe anchor. The three Mysterious Sect assassins… his gaze swept over the tumultuous sea, finding no trace, unsure whether they had been shredded by spatial turbulence or teleported elsewhere.

He struggled to climb to the highest point of the reef, seeking a bearing. At that moment, the dragon‑pattern jade talisman at his waist suddenly radiated a warmth stronger than ever before, even faintly vibrating, pointing toward a turbulent direction.

Simultaneously, deep within his depleted dantian, the dormant Light Path source quivered ever so slightly, as if drawn by a distant, vast pull, resonating subtly with the fragmented star map in his Sea of Knowledge, pointing toward… the same direction!

Han Wuxian felt a stir in his heart, gazing toward the churning waters that seemed to conceal endless peril.

"Star Sea Map… Shengming Sect… is it that way?" he murmured, his voice instantly shredded by the sea wind. Exhausted, wounded, cursed, with an uncertain path and foes lurking… yet the flames burning in his deep eyes had never been extinguished.

He clenched his teeth, retrieved several restorative pills from his storage ring, and swallowed them with difficulty. Then, he sat cross‑legged on the solitary reef stone suspended in the raging sea, racing against time to regulate his breath, counter the internal curses and toxins, and restore his nearly exhausted power.

The icy seawater continuously pounded his body, the gale howled like a ghost's wail. This unfamiliar, peril‑laden sea was his new starting point to seek answers—and to find her.