Chapter 1049: Myriad Bones Calamity Blade

"Resonance… not Devour!" He, as if clutching the last lifeline, poured all his mind and spirit into it, no longer trying to suppress or disperse that massive killing will, but guiding his own unyielding "keen" battle intent, attempting to match the core of the ferocious soldier spirit's deep, primal yearning for sever… resonance!

Buzz!

The Myriad Bones Giant Sword's tremor suddenly changed a bit! No longer a violent, disorderly vibration, but as if bearing some heavy and suppressed… pulsation! Like a sleeping heart forcibly injected with a faint electric current!

On the blade, the tangled dark‑red and pale‑gold patterns began to stabilize into a strange steadiness! No longer annihilating each other, they formed a snarling design of dark‑gold and blood‑red, like an ancient sigil interwoven; a brand‑new, more restrained yet more terrifying aura slowly spread from the giant sword.

Heavy still, cold still, killing still! Yet beneath that weight a thread of refined, arm‑like control appeared! Within the cold, Han Wuxian's all‑consuming fiery battle will merged! Within the pure destructive killing, a clear, sharp will belonging to "Han Wuxian" was injected!

The storm inside the Soul Furnace suddenly subsided by more than half.

The grand "submission or destruction" intent vanished. In its place came a heavy, scrutinizing… Silence, and a shackling‑like tight bond that firmly locked Han Wuxian's soul to his arms.

"Uh…" Han Wuxian snapped his eyes open; in his crimson pupils the blood‑colored sword silhouette slowly faded, leaving only deep fatigue and a post‑cataclysmic chill. He coughed violently, each cough spitting pale‑golden froth, his body wobbling, propped up solely by the giant sword he leaned on.

The excruciating pain in his arms remained; at the cracked, dark‑gold ink‑colored bone, the newly formed dark‑red veins steadied, pulsing faintly like living vessels, continuously channeling his own life force and will into the giant sword, while also drawing the sword's feedback of icy, heavy power back into his body, forming a painful yet solid cycle.

The pale‑gold blood still flowed, but the speed seemed slower, as if the giant sword's "hunger" had received an initial satisfaction.

He lowered his head to look at the giant sword in his hands.

The Myriad Bones remained as heavy as a mountain, entirely dark‑gold ink‑colored, scarred with ancient wear. Yet the newly birthed, dark‑gold and blood‑red snarling pattern on the blade seemed alive, faintly glowing and echoing his arms' veins. At the hilt, beneath his clenched hands, the rough metal surface appeared imprinted with two vague, scorching hand‑print marks.

The sword, still that sword. But the feeling has already changed.

It is no longer merely an external object, but more like an extension of his arms… an extension of flesh and blood heavy, cold, and filled with destructive power! An extension bound by shackles, ready to backfire at any moment, yet an immensely powerful source!

"Myriad Bones…" Han Wuxian rasped the name, his voice bearing a metallic‑grating texture, "This name… remains unchanged! But from now on… I will cut down all thorns ahead, shatter this endless hell!"

Buzz!

The giant sword emitted a low, obedient hum, as if responding. The blade's pattern glimmered faintly, that heavy, icy killing aura subtly contracted, no longer indiscriminately striking Han Wuxian himself, but like a beast returning to its sheath, becoming restrained and… dangerous.

At that moment!

"Roar!!!"

"Howl!!!"

"Sssss!!!"

From all directions, deep within the metal plain shrouded in lead‑gray thick fog, a roar erupted, more ferocious, more venomous, and even more… terrifying than before!

The terrifying aura emitted by the Myriad Bones Giant Sword after its metamorphosis, a fusion of ancient killing and newborn battle spirit, was like a spark tossed into hot oil, completely detonating this dead silent land!

The ground began to quake violently! Not a localized tremor from the sword's swing, but the entire plain shuddering! As if some colossal mass were awakening underground, or the metallic earth itself sensed ultimate threat and… anger!

Boom—

In the distance, the thick fog churned, like boiling!

Several times larger and more twisted snarling metallic giants emerged! Skeleton giants clad in shattered heavy armor wielding broken‑city‑wall‑like shields; metallic amalgams resembling deep‑sea leviathans composed of countless rotating blades and metal tentacles; and faint shadowy outlines moving like mountain ranges, exuding a soul‑freezing decay.

Even more terrifying, the lead‑gray heavy cloud layer in the sky began to swirl like a vortex! A massive, icy thought brimming with endless resentment and destructive will, like a solid lead block, slammed down from the vortex's core! This thought was not aimed at any individual, but enveloped the whole plain, bearing a sovereign‑like majesty and… the raging fury of desecration!

The "consciousness" of this metal plain, or rather the source that birthed countless metallic resentful spirits, was utterly enraged! Han Wuxian not only failed to become its nourishment, but forcibly "awakened" and "claimed" one of the plain's most dangerous relics! It was as if he ignited a rebellious, deadly flame within its domain!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Countless streams of metal flood laced with dense resentment surged like a breached tide of destruction from all directions, crushing everything in their path toward the sword‑leaning Han Wuxian, pouring down madly! This assault was ten times stronger than before! It was the plain's will executing a full‑force slaughter!

Han Wuxian jerked his head up, the fatigue in his eyes instantly ignited into an even fiercer blaze of madness! He had just crawled out of the Soul Furnace, his body on the verge of collapse, his soul trembling, yet the weapon named "Myriad Bones" in his hand transmitted a cold, heavy force and a… blood‑thirsty tremor!

"Well come!" he let out a low growl from his throat, like a wounded lone wolf's final howl before a pack.

He no longer waited passively; he mustered all his strength to slowly lift the Myriad Bones Giant Sword that seemed fused to his arms! The dark‑gold and blood‑red snarling pattern on the blade lit up in succession, emitting a low hum, as if a feral beast opened its blood‑thirsty eyes.

The sword tip pointed toward the center of the lead‑cloud vortex, and also toward the surging destructive torrent!

"Myriad Bones Calamity Blade… First Form…" Han Wuxian's voice was cold and hoarse, bearing a heart‑pounding destructive aura shared with the weapon in his hand, "…Cut Flow!"

His arm muscles bulged, the dark‑gold ink‑colored arm bones groaned under the unbearable weight, the cracked dark‑red veins flared like burning! He no longer pursued speed, but poured all remaining strength, together with the heavy killing force fed back by the Myriad Bones Giant Sword, into this strike in an almost self‑destructive, berserk posture!

Boom!!!

The massive dark‑gold blood‑colored sword blade, like a collapsed celestial pillar, bearing a terrifying will to sever rivers and cut mountains, boldly cleaved down against the raging torrent of vengeful spirits!

A new round, even more brutal, more desperate, yet even more mad, erupted with a thunderous blast on this cursed metal plain! And Han Wuxian and Myriad Bones, this pair that have just achieved symbiosis on the brink of destruction, will forge ahead bathed in blood, carving a blood‑stained path through the endless surge of vengeful spirits and the crushing will of the sovereign!