Chapter 1018: Silence Extinction Starlight

Despair?

Yes. The power of this Star Prison Formation far exceeds imagination; the restriction set during the mid‑Nascent Soul stage, for someone whose arms are now completely useless and who is gravely wounded and on the brink of death, is like a heavenly trench.

Yet in this seemingly soul‑freezing dire situation, that faint "Light‑Path Star Power" he had locked deep within his heart meridians and simulated underwent an extremely subtle, barely perceptible change!

It has not been completely suppressed or frozen by the Star Prison Formation's power!

On the contrary, when that cold, pure, ancient and vast stellar power surged from all directions like a tide, attempting to fully assimilate them, the "light" simulated with the Qing He Fairy Star Map seal at its core produced an extremely faint… resonance, like a drop of water thrown into hot oil!

It is neither rejection nor fusion, but a higher‑level "response" carrying a strange rhythm!

It is as if the dormant star‑map seal sensed a kindred, even more massive and vast stellar primal force, the aura emitted by the Star Sea Diagram faintly reaching through the cell, awakening a thread of vitality from the deepest silence!

This resonance is extremely weak, almost negligible under the Star Prison Formation's violent suppression, yet Han Wuxian, within it, clearly perceived it!

It was like a faint electric current, instantly coursing through their nearly numb limbs and bones. Though it could not provide substantive power, it was like a sudden glimmer in the darkness, igniting their almost extinguished fighting spirit!

"Resonance… Star Sea Diagram… is responding to me?" Han Wuxian's blood‑stained mouth corner, in the cold darkness, slowly curved into an almost mad, yet chillingly insightful line.

Ling Xuzi wants to use the Star Sea Diagram's power to parse them?

Fine!

Very good!

They are worried they have no chance to truly touch the body of the Star Sea Diagram! This so‑called "Source‑Tracing Analysis" is the only opportunity they've been waiting for!

The Star Prison Formation's suppressive force remains terrifying; excruciating pain and cold constantly torment them. Yet the flame of vengeance and obsession in their heart burns even more fiercely—and more coldly—because of this sudden faint resonance!

They no longer try to resist the omnipresent stellar confinement power, but instead begin to use that faint resonance as a bridge, proceeding with extreme caution, as if walking a tightrope over a sheer cliff, to actively "accept" the pure, cold stellar power seeping from the Star Prison Formation!

It is not absorption, not refinement, but… guidance!

They gently channel this strand of stellar power, softened by resonance and no longer so violent, into their two arms that are already completely "dead" and sealed off—like watering with icy water a withered plant.

The excruciating pain spikes instantly, as if a cold blade were cutting the already necrotic tissue! Yet they endure, because after this power enters the severed arms, the once dead, Silence Extinction‑corroded wound's depths seem… to exhibit an extremely, extremely faint response? A thread of light, almost imperceptible, the very source of their own "light", as if, under the stimulus of stellar power, a spark in the ashes struggles tenaciously.

This discovery makes their heart quake wildly!

The power of this Star Prison Formation… the vast stellar origin within the Stargazing Hall… perhaps… not only can it help them draw nearer to the Star Sea Diagram, but even… could become the key to repairing these almost irreparable injuries?!

The price is unimaginable pain, and the huge risk of being blown apart by this vast stellar power at any moment, assimilated into a stellar prison.

But in Han Wuxian's eyes there is only cold resolve.

They slowly close their eyes, as if sinking to the deepest ocean floor, pouring all their spirit into this dangerous, mad attempt. Guiding those threads of cold stellar power like the finest surgical scalpel, they pierce the deepest, darkest Silence Extinction scar at the site of the arm severance, to stimulate and awaken the spark hidden deep within the ashes… their own fire!

Time drifts slowly amid absolute deathly silence and extreme pain. The Star Prison Formation's silvery light circulates coldly, and the cell resembles a stellar tomb.

They are waiting.

Enduring.

Using their body as bait, pain as fuel, quietly igniting the spark of vengeance and hope deep within the enemy's heart.

Waiting, for tomorrow at dawn, that destiny‑determining moment, to ascend the Stargazing Platform and confront the Star Sea Diagram!

The deathly silence and cold of the Star Source Prison Cell seem capable of freezing time itself. Han Wuxian curls within the Star Prison Formation's drifting gloom; their body is an ice‑encased tombstone, yet their consciousness struggles in boiling lava.

Each filament of stellar power guided into the body is like a poisoned ice needle, brutally stabbing into the abyss of the severed arms, stimulating nerve endings and necrotic tissue already nearly annihilated by the Silence Extinction Starlight.

Excruciating pain is the only perception.

Yet within that pain lies a faint thread of life. They can feel that, in the ashes forcibly "activated" by stellar power, the source of their own light, derived from the Qing He Fairy Star Map seal, like an awakened sleeping spark, stubbornly resists the stellar power's assimilation and generates an extremely subtle, profoundly mysterious resonance.

This resonance, far from destroying them, acts like the finest whetstone, painstakingly grinding and repairing the edges of the meridian rupture torn by Silence Extinction Starlight under the scour of stellar power.

Each faint tremor of resonance brings even harsher pain, yet also a barely perceptible… sense of connection! As if a broken string were being forcibly rejoined by invisible stellar threads—fragile, liable to snap again—but that very sense of connection is the sole dawn in the abyss of despair!

They greedily, madly guide more of the stellar power softened by "resonance", like the most reckless gambler staking all on this painful rebirth. The excruciating pain in the arms crashes against their will like tides; sweat soaks their tattered clothes, then evaporates under the formation's power. Their teeth chatter, blood‑filled foam laced with organ fragments drips from their mouth corners, yet beneath the tightly shut eyelids, the flame burning in their pupils grows brighter and colder.

Time passes amid extreme pain, until…

Clang!

The heavy stone door is violently flung open, dazzling starlight pours in from outside, dispelling the cell's gloom.

Two ice‑cold Star Scar Guards walked in, unceremoniously hauling the rag‑bag‑like Han Wuxian from the ground. The Star Prison Formation's power had not been entirely removed; its massive suppressive force made them feel as if bearing a mountain, their whole skeleton moaning. They were roughly lifted and dragged out of the cell, along the cold, lethal star‑stone passage, toward the core area of the great hall.