Chapter 1022

Ice-cold, dead silence, boundless tearing sensation…

Consciousness sank as if into the seabed of eternal night, only shattered pain echoing in the void. The newly formed, crack‑covered starlight deep in his arm bones wailed under the space channel's violent tearing force; each faint flicker brought piercing pain. His meridians strained to breaking, his sea of consciousness was utter chaos—only the Azure Lotus Fairy's point of star‑chart imprint, like a candle in the wind, stubbornly emitted a faint resonance that carried guidance.

No one knew how long he drifted in the chaotic void; time lost its meaning—perhaps an instant, perhaps eternity.

Suddenly!

The gentle protective force of the Star Sea Map surrounding his body shuddered violently, as if hitting an invisible barrier. Immediately, an irresistible, overwhelming gravity descended like a giant hand, yanking him fiercely out of the Chaotic space channel!

Er!

Weightlessness instantly gave way to violent falling! Han Wuxian was hurled out of chaos, his body like a meteorite, wrapped in the screech of air friction and scorching heat, he slammed down onto the endless, vibrant‑green continent below!

Boom—!!!

A heaven‑shaking, earth‑shattering roar exploded in the savage mountain forest!

Smoke and dust mixed with soil, rocks, and shattered wood kicked up by the shockwave surged like a tsunami in all directions! A huge crater tens of zhang across appeared in the lush forest; at its center, blackened soil curled with thin white smoke.

At the bottom of the deep pit.

Han Wuxian lay spread‑eagled on the scorched earth, his clothes burnt to ash from the fall's heat and impact, revealing a body covered in horrific wounds and charred marks. His eyes were shut, blood trickling from his seven apertures, his breath as faint as a candle in the wind—almost like a corpse. At his arms, the newly formed but crack‑riddled bones worsened under the massive impact; several cracks widened, oozing droplets of pale gold blood mixed with starlight.

Pain surged like waves, pounding his nerves already on the brink of collapse, trying to drag him utterly into eternal darkness.

"Can't… die…" a thought so weak it was almost inaudible struggled in the depths of his soul.

The Azure Lotus Fairy's star‑chart imprint gave off a faint resonance; upon contacting this continent's thick, unfathomable heaven‑earth spiritual energy, it seemed to stir ever so slightly. That tiny activation, like the last spider‑thread in darkness, clung tightly to his fading consciousness.

He laboriously activated the faintest breathing technique of the Turtle Breathing Method. Each weak breath was like pulling a broken bellows, triggering body‑rending pain, yet he forced himself to continue. Threads of cool, vibrant heaven‑earth spiritual energy, like the tiniest trickle, slowly seeped into his myriad‑wounded meridians and dantian.

This spiritual energy was pure and primal, carrying the aura of the savage wilderness, nothing like the filtered, adjusted energy of Starfall City. It was like sweet rain, moistening the parched meridians on the verge of rupture; though it could not immediately mend his grave wounds, it finally steadied the flickering spark of his life, preventing it from fading further.

Time slowly passed amid the pain and weak breathing.

No one knew how long had passed—perhaps a day, perhaps two.

When Han Wuxian painfully pried open his heavy eyelids, what met his eyes was a stretch of green he had never seen before, lush to the extreme.

He lay at the bottom of a huge crater whose edges were already sprouting tender green vines. The crater walls were steep, covered in thick, unknown moss and ferns. Looking up, the sky was a pure, heart‑stopping azure, with a few wisps of white cloud drifting lazily. Sunlight filtered through the gaps of towering, unimaginable giant trees, pouring down as bright pillars where dust danced, filling the air with tranquil vitality.

Here each tree was like an ancient giant, its trunk so thick it took dozens of people to encircle, bark mottled like dragon scales, foliage so dense it blotted out the sky. The air was damp and fresh, containing spiritual energy a hundred times richer than outside; each breath felt like inhaling the essence of life. All around was silent save for the rustle of leaves in the wind and the distant, faint cries of unknown creatures.

"Where… is this?" Han Wuxian struggled to move, but a wave of pain throughout his body made him gasp, especially in his arms—any slight motion brought a grating, tearing agony deep in the bones. He gave up, scanning his surroundings.

Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a spot on the pit wall.

Not far from him on the pit wall grew a peculiar vine: deep‑purple stems bore crystal‑clear emerald leaves that gave off a faint fluorescence. Most striking, near the vine's roots grew several peculiar plants—jade‑like, palm‑sized, each bearing longan‑sized translucent berries whose interiors seemed to swirl with faint starlight, exuding a cool, pure life force.

Han Wuxian's heart leapt!

Though he did not know this plant, the power of the Light Dao and stars within him—especially the faint starlight deep in his arms' newly formed bones—resonated extremely weakly with the starlight swirling inside the berries. An instinctive craving rose in his chest—that this might work wonders on his shattered body, especially his arms' crack‑riddled new bones.

The will to survive overwhelmed everything!

He endured the pain throughout his body, especially in his arms, and began to move bit by bit, like a White Worm, toward the spot where those peculiar plants grew.

Each movement felt like torture—shattered bones ground together, new meridians tore, his waist and abdomen wounds burst open again, dragging dark‑red trails across the dirt below. Sweat mixed with blood blurred his vision, but his eyes fixed on the few berries glowing with tempting starlight.

Ten zhang… five zhang… three zhang…

The distance closed, the pain intensified. His consciousness began to blur again, as if he might pass out at any moment.

"Can't… stop…" he bit his tongue, the pain bringing a flash of clarity, and he kept crawling forward.

At last he reached the side of those plants; the cool life force was within reach, lifting his spirits a little.

He extended his right hand—barely able to move, yet covered in cracks, bloody, and trembling slightly. Each inch he lifted his arm was accompanied by a crack‑crack of bone grating and tearing pain. His fingers trembled as he carefully avoided the plant's stems and lightly touched one of the translucent berries.

Ice‑cold! A pure surge of life force and star power shot up his fingertips.