Chapter 1050

The Cut Flow sword aura unleashed by the Myriad Bones Giant Sword was like a dark-gold bloodstain tearing the heavens, forcibly carving a fleeting passage through the torrent of vengeful spirits! But the sovereign will of this plain had been utterly enraged; the leaden cloud vortex pressed down like the heavens tilting, and countless more massive, twisted metal vengeful spirits surged from the boiling mist, wave after wave, as if to utterly drown and crush this sole rebellion!

Han Wuxian was like a reef fighting for its life in raging waves. Each swing of the Myriad Bones Giant Sword summoned a destructive storm, cleaving countless vengeful spirits, but each collision's backlash added frost to his already near-collapse body.

The dark-gold black cracks in his arm bones deepened, dark-red vessels flickered wildly, channeling life force and will to maintain a fragile symbiosis with the giant sword while accelerating his own consumption. His pale-gold blood almost turned him into a golden man, yet under Myriad Bones' suction and high heat it constantly vaporized and solidified.

He didn't know how long he had fought. Time lost meaning in this dead land. His consciousness was repeatedly tugged between excruciating pain, slaughter, the cold erosion of the murderous weapon's will, and his own unyielding roar, nearing its limit. Just as he felt his arms about to completely disintegrate and his soul about to be dragged by Myriad Bones into the eternal abyss of carnage,

Hum…

An extremely faint yet unusually clear vibration, not from Myriad Bones nor the vengeful spirits, but from deep within his body—the star-pivot fragment that had always sustained the last clarity of his sea of consciousness!

This vibration carried a peculiar directionality, like lighting a faint star in endless darkness. It did not point toward the plain's depths, but… upward diagonally! Toward a specific point in this metallic firmament!

At the same moment, as he swung his sword to cleave a lunging metal beast, the instant the Myriad Bones Giant Sword's blade traced the beast's core, the newly born dark-gold blood lines on the sword seemed to resonate faintly with some extremely ancient, extremely weak spatial imprint lingering in the beast's core.

This thread of resonance was extremely brief, yet the vibration of the star-pivot fragment instantly amplified and locked onto it!

"An exit?!" A thought like lightning split into Han Wuxian's chaotic mind!

No time to think! No time to hesitate! This was his sole chance at life!

"Roar!!!" Han Wuxian unleashed his final howl, pouring all remaining strength, together with the Myriad Bones Giant Sword's heavy, icy killing intent, not into attack but wholly into his legs!

Golden Yang Scorching Heaven·Ashen Step!

Golden flames exploded beneath his feet, combined with the Myriad Bones Giant Sword's heavy pressure, actually stamping a deep pit into the 'mercury' metal ground! Leveraging this violent recoil, his whole body shot upward like a flaming meteor hurled by a catapult, toward the direction indicated by the star-pivot fragment and where the Myriad Sword lines resonated!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless vengeful spirit strikes hit his ascending trajectory, the golden-flame furnace-like body shuddered violently, his protective aura shattered instantly! Icy metal fragments and resentment blasts pelted him like a downpour, leaving numerous wounds deep enough to show bone, blood spraying wildly! Yet his eyes held only that direction! He clutched the Myriad Bones Giant Sword tight to his chest, both weapon and shield, its heavy blade blocking the deadliest blows for him.

"Stop him!!!" From within the leaden cloud vortex, the icy sovereign will let out a furious roar!

A torrent of destruction, over a hundred zhang in diameter, formed purely of resentment and metal shards, like a spear of heavenly punishment, tore through space and slammed fiercely toward the direction Han Wuxian fled!

Life-or-death speed!

Han Wuxian burned his last essence of life, speed surging to the limit! At the moment the destructive torrent was about to engulf him, he fiercely swung the Myriad Bones Giant Sword—not a slash, but like a mountain-splitting pickaxe, he drove it hard into the void where the resonance was strongest!

Open…… for me!!!

Hum!!!

Where the Myriad Bones sword tip touched, space rippled violently like water struck by a stone! An extremely unstable vortex, its depths filled with twisting metal patterns, instantly surfaced! From deep within the vortex came a faint breath of the outside world.

Sea wind, water vapor!

Now!

Han Wuxian hesitated not, clutching the Myriad Bones Giant Sword, he dove headfirst into the twisted vortex!

Rumble!!!

The destructive torrent followed close behind, slamming hard into the vortex; its violent energy instantly tore the vortex apart, annihilating that space as well—but ultimately, it was a moment too late.

…

The world spun!

Freezing, bone-piercing seawater instantly enveloped his whole body! Immense pressure pressed from all sides! Salty seawater flooded his nose and mouth, making Han Wuxian cough violently, jostling his wounds; the pain nearly knocked him unconscious.

He had emerged!

Finally escaped that damned metal hell!

But his condition now was worse than on the metal plain. Forcibly passing through the unstable spatial passage was like being tossed into a high-speed meat grinder; his bones felt as if they'd fallen apart.

Though his symbiosis with the Myriad Bones Giant Sword had stabilized, his arms still felt as if pierced by countless red-hot steel needles, heavy enough to barely lift. Most deadly, his life essence was severely overdrawn, his sea of consciousness exhausted, making it hard just to stay conscious.

Though the Myriad Bones Giant Sword's heavy killing intent had eased somewhat, it still felt like a cold lead weight, pressing on his breath and making him seem out of place in this relatively "normal" sea, like a rock emanating an ominous aura.

He barely opened his eyes, crusted with blood, and found himself drifting in deep seawater. Above was a faint light, below endless darkness. All around was cold seawater, with no obvious threat sensed for the moment.

"Must…… find a place…… to recuperate……" Han Wuxian struggled to turn his thoughts. He tried to mobilize a thread of golden yang power, but his dantian sent tearing pain—empty. The essence of his Azure Heaven Jade Sword Arm also dimmed. He was now a gravely wounded, near-dead cripple clutching a peerless murderous weapon; any ferocious sea beast could kill him.

Relying on instinct, he controlled his heavy body, clutching the Myriad Bones Giant Sword, and painstakingly rose toward the surface. Each stroke sent pain through his whole body; pale-gold blood continually seeped from his wounds, diffusing a faint gold mist in the seawater.

After an unknown time, his head finally broke the surface.

Exhale!

Cold, salty air rushed into his lungs, slightly lifting his spirits. He looked around: the sky was leaden gray, a light drizzle fell, the sea rolled with waves, the vista was endless, no land or island in sight. This seemed a remote sea far from shipping lanes.

As his heart sank slightly, pondering how to survive the vast ocean,

Plunk!

A heavy object's splash sounded from not far away!

Han Wuxian looked warily in that direction.

Only saw, on the sea surface about several dozen zhang away, a figure struggling violently, sinking and rising!

That person appeared gravely injured, movements utterly feeble; each struggle seemed futile, the body quickly being swallowed by the sea.