Chapter 1048: Resonance

"Get... out...!" Han Wuxian's eyes glowed crimson like blood, almost dripping!

All his will and all his spiritual power were mobilized, turning into a maddest roar that echoed through his sea of consciousness! He cannot lose!

Loss means his soul would scatter, never to be reborn for eternity!

He abandoned the suppression of his bodily wounds, unleashing all the remaining power.

The depleted embers of the Golden Sun, the newly born, destruction‑tinged power deep within his arm bone, and even the last life force squeezed from every inch of his flesh were all turned into a decisive, unyielding, all‑consuming torrent of will, boldly crashing into the invading cold, murderous will!

Boom!!!

A silent thunder exploded in the deepest part of Han Wuxian's sea of consciousness!

Two wills—one belonging to a grievously wounded, near‑death yet battle‑hardened human war spirit, the other to the ancient, dormant Fierce Weapon Spirit that longs for destruction and rebirth—clashed like two burning stars on the battlefield of his soul!

Excruciating pain! An indescribable soul‑rending agony! As if his entire consciousness were crushed and reassembled!

Yet, at that darkest moment of the will clash, the pale golden blood flowing from the fissures in his arms—imbued with the aura of Star Core fragments, the power of Nirvana, and the golden blood of the Azure Sky Jade Sword's arm origin—seemed to answer a summons. No longer merely drawn by the Myriad Bones Giant Sword, they surged of their own accord, as if alive, racing along the dark‑red veins of the arm‑bone cracks toward his clenched sword‑hilt, and then… upstream!

Sizzle!

The pale golden blood seeped into the rough, cold, scar‑covered hilt and the broken edge of the Myriad Bones Giant Sword. This time, it was not merely absorbed; it was like molten gold scorching the blade! The blood veins on the sword, which had only glowed passively before, were infused with new vigor the moment the golden blood merged, flaring brilliantly, and then… began to flow and reshape slowly!

On the dark‑golden, ink‑colored blade, newly formed pale‑gold veins, like blood vessels, began to spread from the point where Han Wuxian's hands touched, radiating across the sword like a spiderweb!

These newborn golden veins, bearing Han Wuxian's unyielding will, Nirvana's life force, and the faint glow of the Star Core, violently intertwined, collided, and fused with the Myriad Bones Giant Sword's original dark‑red blood veins!

A brand‑new, more complex, more ferocious yet faintly vital aura of terror began to emanate from the Myriad Bones Giant Sword!

In his sea of consciousness, the cold, colossal 'Submit or Destroy' intent suddenly stalled! It seemed shocked by the sudden, tenacious imprint from the 'carrier,' even… showing a barely perceptible tremor!

Han Wuxian seized this hair‑trigger moment!

"I... am the sword‑bearer... not your slave!" He roared with a will that burned like a soul, "My body is a furnace! I shall temper your edge! This soul is fire! I will scorch your remnants! Walk with me...!"

It is no longer a plea, but a proclamation, a war‑declaration!

He no longer merely passively resisted the cold torrent of will; he actively thrust his own will, like a red‑hot iron pick, deep into the murderous core that represents the Myriad Bones Giant Sword! Within this Soul Furnace, he forces a painful, maddening fusion with the Fierce Weapon Spirit… Not conquest, not devourance, but a search for a symbiotic possibility on the brink of destruction!

"Buzz!!!"

The Myriad Bones Giant Sword erupted in unprecedented violent tremors! Dark‑red blood veins and the new pale‑gold veins flashed and tangled wildly! The entire metallic plain seemed to resonate, emitting a deep moan!

Han Wuxian's body convulsed violently, pale golden threads of blood oozing from his seven orifices, yet his hands gripping the hilt stayed motionless, his knuckles turned ghost‑white from the strain!

The soul‑level battle has just entered its most perilous, most brutal stage!

Victory or defeat, life or death, all rest on this single clash!

And this death‑silent metallic plain seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the arrival of the final outcome between this ancient, dormant Fierce Weapon and the death‑fighting madman who dared intrude…

"Buzz—!!!"

The Myriad Bones Giant Sword's tremor peaked, as if a primordial ferocious beast roared! Dark‑red blood veins and pale‑gold veins, like two raging dragons, tore, coiled, and fused on the cold blade! Each collision unleashed an invisible psychic shockwave that shook Han Wuxian's soul violently, pale golden blood threads winding down his seven orifices, a sight that chilled the heart.

Within the Soul Furnace, the battle reached its utmost carnage.

Each impact blurred his consciousness, as if his soul were being torn inch by inch, yet forcibly stitched together by a faint glimmer originating from Nirvana and Star Core fragments. The excruciating pain surpassed the limits of flesh—it was a lament born from the very source of life.

The Fierce Weapon Spirit does not possess complete intelligence; it resembles a conglomerate of countless dead warriors' grudges, resentment, and killing obsessions accumulated over millennia—a massive, chaotic, cold entity brimming with a primal desire to annihilate everything. Instinctively it resists being 'tamed,' seeking to fully assimilate the tiny life that dared to touch it, making it part of its endless lament.

"Kill... Destroy... Assimilation..." The chaotic intent pierced Han Wuxian's sea of consciousness like billions of cold steel needles.

"I... am Han Wuxian!!" Han Wuxian let out an unyielding howl from the abyss of his soul. He turned all his pain, all his fear, all his weakness into fuel, igniting a flame called 'Indomitable'! This flame was no longer merely defensive; it struck out actively, like a red‑hot branding iron, searing the core of the chaotic murderous will!

This is not conquest, but fusion! It is rebirth through death!

His will encompassed the domineering blaze of the Golden Sun, the keen edge of the Azure Sky Jade Sword, Nirvana's reborn resilience, and countless 'Infinity' battle spirits forged on the edge of life and death—his own unique 'Infinity' battle intent! This complex, tenacious torrent of will forced its way into the chaotic core of the Fierce Weapon Spirit.

Snort!

Like molten oil poured onto ice! The fierce repulsion and clash nearly erased Han Wuxian's will in an instant! Yet simultaneously, the pale golden blood, infused with his life's essence, the star‑light essence, and Nirvana's power, surged backward through his clenched hands into the blade, becoming the firmest anchor of his will and a bridge of communion!

The newly formed pale‑gold veins struggled to spread and root on the blade, intertwining with the ancient dark‑red blood veins. Each intertwining brought violent soul‑level tremors and unimaginable pain. Han Wuxian felt as if he were a lump of iron cast into a furnace, repeatedly hammered, torn, and reshaped.

Gradually, a subtle change began to arise.

Within that chaotic, cold murderous will, an exceedingly tiny fragment seemed drawn to Han Wuxian's pure, unyielding, even slightly mad battle intent…? Or perhaps an ancient, dormant yearning of the sword itself—its 'edge'—was ignited? It was no longer mere destruction, but an instinctive craving to once again… sever something!

Han Wuxian keenly sensed this faint, minuscule shift!