Chapter 1031

That light cocoon was like a tiny boat in a stormy sea, swept up by terrifying turbulence, and instantly vanished into the dark, profound void passageway formed by countless spatial rifts!

The icy, deathly silence, boundless tearing sensation struck again, a hundred times stronger than when we previously transmitted through the Star Chart Back Gate!

The light cocoon violently trembled and deformed in the violent space turbulence, as if it would collapse at any moment. Han Wuxian and Yun Li curled up at its center, like two leaves in a gale, tossed and slammed by immense force.

Han Wuxian's wounds kept splitting in the tearing, blood staining the light cocoon's interior, his consciousness drifting in agony and dizziness. Yun Li also clung tightly to him, her face deathly pale, desperately maintaining the link between her star power and the light cocoon.

No one knew how long they drifted in the chaotic void; time had lost all meaning.

Suddenly!

The azure light cocoon enclosing them shuddered violently, as if striking some solid barrier. Immediately, a powerful and chaotic gravity descended!

Boom!

The light cocoon smashed down like a meteor onto the hard, icy ground! The immense impact instantly covered its surface in cracks, and with a soft 'pop' it burst like a soap bubble, scattering into specks of fading starlight.

Han Wuxian and Yun Li were hurled out, rolling across the icy ground.

"Cough cough..." Han Wuxian coughed violently, each cough bringing up a mouthful of blood and organ fragments.

He felt as if all the bones in his body had fallen apart, new and old injuries piling up, especially his arms; the cracks in the newly grown bones seemed to have expanded a little more in the tearing of the spatial storm just now and the impact of landing, and the piercing pain surged like a tide against his nerves, almost making him faint. His vision blurred, leaving only a dim gloom and deathly silence.

"Han... Han Wuxian! How are you?" Yun Li's anxious voice rang in his ears, trembling with tears.

Although she too had taken a nasty fall, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her injuries were far lighter than Han Wuxian's. She struggled to crawl over to him, and seeing his blood-soaked, near-dead state, her face turned even paler; fumbling, she pulled a healing pill from her storage bag and shoved it into his mouth.

The pill dissolved upon entry into a cool medicinal force that barely clung to Han Wuxian's fading spark of life. He strained to open his heavy eyelids, and his blurry vision gradually cleared.

What met his eyes was an indescribable, soul‑freezing… dead silence.

The sky was leaden, heavy and low, with no sun, moon, or stars—only a sheet of congealed chaos. The air was thick with dust that would not dissolve and a metallic, rotting stench; spiritual qi was so thin it was nearly absent, replaced instead by a chaotic, frenzied mottled energy.

The place they were in seemed to be the edge of a colossal battlefield. Beneath their feet lay cracked, hard ground of dark red and black‑brown, as if soaked in countless blood and dried over tens of millions of years. As far as the eye could see stretched an unimaginably huge expanse of wreckage!

A shattered giant sword was plunged into the earth, its hilt like a hill, its blade covered in rust and cracks, exuding a heart‑pounding sharp after‑trace. A broken massive shield was lodged obliquely in the ground, like a fallen city wall, its face scarred with terrifying claw marks and burns from energy.

Countless bizarre, rotting giant bones lay scattered everywhere, some skeletons towering a hundred zhang like the remains of dragons! Farther off, the faint outlines of colossal ruins could be seen—broken walls and remnants like the fangs of beasts thrusting into the gray sky, desolate and weathered.

Dead silence! Absolute dead silence!

No wind, no insect chirps, not even a sense of time flowing. Only a sorrow, despair, and… resentment that had settled over myriad ages, like an invisible thick fog, permeating every inch of space and weighing heavily on the heart.

"What… what is this place?" Yun Li's voice trembled uncontrollably, her eyes filled with dread. The stellar power within her became unusually sluggish here, as if rejected by this land of dead silence.

Han Wuxian struggled to sit up, enduring the tearing pain throughout his body, his gaze heavy as he scanned the boundless battlefield ruins. The chaotic, frenzied mottled energy in the air made even his Golden Yang Blazing Heaven Technique feel a hint of discomfort. Qing He Fairy's star‑chart mark also grew extremely faint, its resonance nearly gone.

"A… forgotten… ancient battlefield…" Han Wuxian's voice was hoarse, tinged with blood, "The spatial turbulence… threw us… onto… some… shattered… relic of… a primeval battlefield…"

He had not finished speaking when a sudden change occurred!

Woo—woo—woo—

Wave after wave of low, drawn‑out wails, like those from the netherworld's hell, erupted from all directions without warning! This sound did not travel through the air but acted directly on the soul, brimming with endless spite, agony, and madness.

As the wails sounded, on this dead‑silent battlefield the scattered giant wreckage, broken weapons, and even bones buried deep underground began to emit wisps of gray‑black mist! The mist quickly condensed into twisted, vague forms exuding intense negative emotions and violent energy… vengeful spirits!

These vengeful spirits took various forms—some like towering giants clad in shattered armor, some resembling ferocious beasts, others merely a swirling tumble of mist—but without exception they exuded a chilling murderous aura, their hollow eye sockets locked onto the living beings on the battlefield.

"Vengeful spirits! They are the condensed immortal resentment of those who fell on the battlefield!" Yun Li's face turned ashen as she cried out. These spirits, formed purely of negative energy, are barely affected by physical attacks and are the hardest to deal with!

"Roar!"

"Kill!"

"Hatred!"

Shrill, chaotic, killing‑intent filled howls replaced the wails! Hundreds, thousands of vengeful spirits, like sharks scenting blood, surged forward in a rolling tide of gray‑black resentment from all directions, wildly lunging at the two! Wherever the gray‑black resentment passed, even the dark‑red earth seemed to be corroded darker.

Despair! A purer despair than when facing a Nascent Soul Cultivator or ancient feral beasts! In this dead‑silent desperate land, facing this boundless tide of vengeful spirits, how can these two heavily wounded individuals hold out?

Han Wuxian's blood‑stained lips slowly curled into a near‑feral arc. He struggled to rise, the searing pain in his arms making his body sway, but what burned in his eyes was a resolve even more frenzied than that of the vengeful spirits!

"Yun Li… are you afraid of death?" he asked hoarsely, his eyes locked fixedly on the oncoming tide of vengeful spirits.

Yun Li looked at the blood‑soaked, staggering man beside her, whose eyes were as fierce as a wounded lone wolf; her fear was unexpectedly replaced by an inexplicable courage.

She roughly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her gaze becoming equally sharp and resolute: "Afraid! But I fear dying here in disgrace even more!"

"Good!" Han Wuxian low‑growled, "Then… let's carve a bloody path!"

He no longer looked at the despair‑inducing numbers, but focused all his remaining will on the faint strength within him. The Golden Yang Blazing Heaven Technique labored to turn in the chaotic energy field; the speck of starlight deep in his arms' newly grown bones flickered stubbornly amid the pain. He fixed his gaze on the leading vengeful‑spirit giants, seeking the trajectory of their twisted energy core.