Chapter 1084: Ten Thousand Poison Valley

Han Wuxian looked up at the giant serpent's phantom in the sky, and the Shattered Star Blade in his hand suddenly burst with dazzling starlight. The Star Earth Seed inside him roared wildly, the star marrow vein on the cliff wall began to tremble, countless rays of starlight surged along his fingertips into the Shattered Star Blade, coalescing on the blade into a pillar of light that spanned heaven and earth.

The light pillar shot upward, colliding thunderously with the giant serpent phantom. The snow in the mountain hollow was blown away by the shockwave, revealing the deeply buried star marrow vein below; the eerie blue glows suddenly lit up, flowing along a mysterious path, and at Han Wuxian's feet formed the formation eye of the Zhou Tian Sleep Diagram.

Han Wuxian only felt the star energy within him surge out like a breached dam, the starlight on the Shattered Star Blade growing ever brighter, vaguely taking the shape of a massive sword that spanned the starry sky. He knew this battle was not only for revenge, but also for the millennia‑long waiting of the Star Dao Sect.

The giant serpent phantom shattered piece by piece under the Starlight Great Sword, and the elder in the green robe let out a mournful scream as he fell from the sky. Han Wuxian did not pause; stepping on the formation patterns of the Zhou Tian Sleep Diagram like a war god crushing stars, he pursued the falling figure.

At the moment the green‑robe elder fell, Han Wuxian was already like a shadow following his form. The Shattered Star Blade slashed the void, the trailing star rays freezing a fraction of an inch in front of the elder's brow.

A strange hoarse sound came from the elder's throat, and a peculiar sense of release appeared on his cheek, which was covered with green scales.

"Kill me… you still won't find…" the elder's voice abruptly stopped, the scales at his brow suddenly exploding, a puff of ink‑green poisonous smoke instantly spreading. Han Wuxian tapped the ground with his toe, his body retreating like willow fluff; Dark Gold Material on his surface solidified into an airtight shield, the poisonous smoke dissipated on contact, broken down into nothingness by star energy.

When the poisonous smoke cleared, only a charred wreck remained where he stood. Han Wuxian frowned toward the mouth of the mountain hollow; the two Elders were already gone, presumably having fled amid the chaos. He did not pursue; the Shattered Star Blade in his palm was gently warming— a warning from the Star Earth Seed— indicating that within a hundred li a more dangerous aura was drawing near.

"It seems the depth of Green Scale Peak is more than this," he said, raising his hand to brush his cheek; the Dark Gold Material faded, revealing his originally clear and handsome face, though the crimson‑gold in his eyes grew ever deeper. The surviving Green Scale Peak disciples in the hollow, already terrified into a limp state, now saw him and all knelt, begging for mercy.

Han Wuxian scanned the tokens at their waists, suddenly recalling the information flow about the 'Green Scale Blood Pact'; these Outer Gate disciples were mostly mortals forced into blood pacts, their lives controlled entirely by the Peak Master. He flicked three strands of star dust from his fingertips, each landing on the brow of three leading disciples: "Return and tell those who can decide, within three days, Green Scale Peak shall destroy its sect gate and disband the sect."

As the star dust entered their bodies, the disciples felt a sudden clarity in their minds, and the oppressive pressure that had clung to them like a shadow vanished. They looked at each other, and finally, still dragging their companions while rolling on the ground, fled toward Green Scale Peak without looking back.

"That does save some trouble," Han Wuxian said, turning to walk deeper into the fissure. In the crack where the two Elders had hidden, a faint spiritual energy fluctuation could be sensed. He walked along the fissure for perhaps dozens of steps, and the view ahead suddenly opened up.

It turned out to be a stone chamber encircled by a star marrow vein, with a stone platform bearing a dark‑blue scale. The scale's eerie blue toxin coursed within, sharing the same origin as the Bone‑Eating Azure aura.

【4】 "Is this… the true scale of the Green Scale Old Monster?" Han Wuxian reached out to touch the scale; the Star Earth Seed suddenly quivered violently, and a fragment of sealed memory flooded his mind: on a stormy night, a green‑robe cultivator wielding a green scale, before the Star Dao Sect's scripture vault, thrust a blood‑stained dagger into the Sect Master's posterior heart.

"This is... the green-scaled old monster's lifeblood scale?" Han Wuxian reached out to touch the scale, and the Star-Earth Seed suddenly shuddered violently, a dust-sealed memory fragment flooded his mind: on a stormy night, a green-robed cultivator holding a green scale, in front of the Scripture Pavilion of the Celestial Dao Sect, drove a blood-stained dagger into the Sect Master's heart.

"So that's it." He clenched his fist, the eerie blue toxin on the scale suddenly surged, forming a snarling green‑scale ghost face that lunged at his visage. The Shattered Star Blade swung back in a slash, star rays pouring down like a waterfall; the ghost face emitted a mournful shriek, only to be devoured outright by the blade.

The faint glow on the scale faded, revealing a line of tiny characters etched inside: "Ten Thousand Poison Valley, Green Scale hidden, nine deaths to one life, only then the true chapter is seen."

Han Wuxian tucked the scale into his chest; the warning from the Star Earth Seed had vanished. As he emerged from the fissure, the horizon was already tinged with a pale dawn, the wind and snow had ceased for unknown reasons, and the fierce wind that battered the Falling Star Cliff had softened considerably, as if yielding the way for a new master.

He did not leave immediately, but turned back to the hidden Star‑sinking sanctuary. The stone platform at the center of the stone chamber still emitted a faint glow; following the information flow's guidance, he discovered a secret compartment beneath the platform, containing three yellowed beast‑skin scrolls—recording the Star Dao Sect's 'Star Expansion Art' upper volume, the 'Earth Vein Scripture' introductory chapter, and a map drawn with blood‑colored markings.

The map's center bore the three characters 'Ten Thousand Poison Valley', and a dense cluster of red dots around it, subtly echoing the distribution of Green Scale Peak.

"It seems that after the Green Scale Old Monster's betrayal years ago, he did not leave only the Green Scale Peak lineage." Han Wuxian stored the beast‑skin scrolls, then lightly tapped the stone platform with his fingertips according to the inheritance secret method; the hidden Star‑sinking sanctuary can move at the will of the Star Earth Seed's holder, and since his foundation was still unstable, he naturally needed to conceal this treasure place.

As his fingertip infused star energy, the entire cavern began to tremble slightly; the star diagram on the rock wall flowed as if alive, eventually forming a pale blue light curtain that completely enveloped the stone chamber. When the light curtain faded, the cavern had reverted to an ordinary cliff wall; without Han Wuxian's personal guidance, even a Great Vehicle Stage cultivator would think it merely a common cave.

Having completed all this, he finally truly exhaled. Though the star energy within his body was somewhat chaotic from the successive battles, the star marrow's origin was slowly healing, and the power flowing through his meridians was several times purer than before. He attempted to circulate the 'Star Expansion Art'; a half‑crescent, waning‑moon‑like star ray appeared in his palm, cold to the touch yet bearing a razor edge that could tear everything apart.

"It's time to meet those 'old friends.'" Han Wuxian sheathed the Shattered Star Blade at his waist, the Dark Gold Material transforming into a black robe indistinguishable from that of ordinary cultivators. He leapt from the Falling Star Cliff; this time he relied not on star energy but on his own robust flesh, traversing the sheer cliff wall as if it were flat ground.

Three days later, Green Scale Peak.

Inside the main hall of the peak, the two Elders knelt on the ground, trembling all over like sifted chaff. Seated on the hall was a middle‑aged man clad in a purple robe, his face bearing about seventy percent resemblance to the deceased green‑robe elder, though the green scales at the corners of his eyes were denser, as if alive.

"You mean that kid not only shattered the Peak Master's green‑scale true form, but also can purify Bone‑Eating Azure?" the purple‑robed man tapped the armrest with his fingertip, his voice even, yet causing the temperature of the entire hall to drop sharply.

"Yes… yes!" the Elder knocked his head, blood already seeping from his forehead, "He also said… if the sect is not disbanded within three days, he will flatten Green Scale Peak!"

"Flatten Green Scale Peak?" the purple‑robed man suddenly laughed, his laugh carrying a bone‑chilling cold: "The leftover scum that crawled out of nowhere actually has a few more airs than back then…"