Chapter 1113: Nine Netherworlds

Inside the hall gate, a suddenly more violent energy surge came! The polluted purple light surged, mixed with the painful, angry roar of the rock mountain and the collision sound of some nonhuman howl! The entire stone hall trembled violently, and broken stones rustled down.

Outside the hall gate, Han Wuxian leaned against the cold stone wall, hearing the hair‑raising slaughter and howls from inside the hall, feeling the incessantly surging, icy, viscous polluted aura. Every wisp of that aura was like a poison needle, stimulating his heavily wounded body and soul.

Time! What he lacks most right now is time!

He closed his eyes and forcibly activated the most basic qi‑drawing method of the True Explanation of the Myriad Heavens' Stars! Like digging for the last water source in a dry desert, thread after thread of weak yet pure stellar power struggled out from the polluted yet still mighty meteorite core deep in the stone hall, pierced the polluted barrier, and was forcibly drawn by him.

The process was agonizing! The stellar power mixed with icy Nine Netherworlds death qi; each intake felt like pouring boiling lava and icy poison into his meridians! The pain made his whole body spasm, cold sweat instantly soaking his tattered clothes. In his sea of consciousness, the star‑core fragments and stellar‑heart fragments flickered feebly under the stimulation of this mixed power, trying to filter out the pollution, but to no avail.

"Ugh…" Han Wuxian gritted his teeth, blood seeping from his gums. He guided this power mixed with deadly poison, like walking a tightrope, carefully cleansing and nourishing his primordial spirit on the verge of shattering. Each cleansing sent tearing pain through the cracks on his primordial spirit's surface, but the edges of the cracks seemed to ever so slowly knit together a thread.

First day. The fighting sounds inside the hall came and went, the rock mountain's roar now tinged with obvious madness and bestiality. Han Wuxian's drawn stellar power increased a thread, and the edges of his primordial spirit's cracks glowed with an imperceptible jade light.

Third day. Inside the hall a thunderous boom and the rock mountain's shrill, discordant howl suddenly exploded! Then came dead silence! A terrifying polluted aura surged out like a tsunami from the hall! The two tribal warriors guarding the door grunted, their bodies instantly corroded with large black spots as they screamed and fell! Han Wuxian's residual star armor on his body flashed a faint light, struggling to resist the impact, yet he was forced to spit a mouthful of black blood. He forcibly steadied his mind; the proportion of pollution in the stellar power he drew spiked! His primordial spirit trembled in the deadly poison, the speed of crack‑healing nearly stalled, even showing a tendency to reopen.

Fifth day. No sound of the rock mountain remained inside the hall, only a scalp‑tingling rustle like countless viscous liquids writhing. The polluted purple light seeped through the hall gate, staining the outside area with an ominous hue. Han Wuxian's qi drawing became extremely difficult; the stellar power within the stone hall was completely suppressed by pollution. He had to turn his target to the hall itself—the stone walls etched with star charts, the two stone carvings of the Celestial Beast! Though corroded by pollution, they still held the most primal stellar Dao rhythm! Using his divine sense as a chisel, he forcibly stripped the pollution clinging to them and drew forth the ancient, unchanging stellar imprint hidden within.

This was like scraping the last spark of life from a tumor! Each stripping consumed vast mental energy, backlash making him bleed from all seven orifices! Yet the effect was clear! The power he drew, though weak, was unusually pure! The cracks in his primordial spirit finally began to heal slowly and firmly again.

Seventh day. The new moon had passed; a huge moon radiating an eerie red glow hung high over the wilds' sky! Its moonlight fell like blood, drenching the earth.

"Howl—woo woo woo!!!"

Deep in the stone hall came an indescribable howl that combined the rock mountain's anguished roar, the Nine Netherworlds' venomous shriek, and the writhing sound of some huge viscous creature—it tore the silence apart! The whole stone hall seemed to come alive, its dark‑blue stone surface bursting with countless writhing dark‑purple veins! At the hall gate, viscous like tar and reeking of foul stench, the polluted black liquid burst forth like a breached dam! Where it passed, the ground hissed with corrosion, rolling black smoke rose! An aura far surpassing before, bearing the might of a Transformation Spirit, crashed down like an awakened world‑destroying beast!

Pollution, beneath the blood moon, erupted completely!

Outside the hall gate, the last few tribal warriors instantly turned to white bone under the impact of the polluted black liquid! Han Wuxian flung his eyes open! In the depths of his pupils was no longer weakness, but the icy, bone‑piercing sharpness honed through seven days of hellish tempering, like a cold star.

His body remained weak, his wounds grave, but within his dantian's stellar realm, the primordial spirit riddled with cracks had straightened its spine! Though the cracks remained, they were no longer on the verge of shattering; a condensed, tenacious primordial spirit power, edged with unyielding sharpness, now seeped out from those healing wounds.

He slowly rose to his feet, his shattered star armor shedding a cold glimmer under the blood moon. In his hand, the broken sword "Shattered Star" appeared silently; upon its dim blade, a point where all his power was condensed to the extreme blazed forth—like a cold star in the abyss, it suddenly shone.

Blood moon high, pollution surged like a tide. The newly healed Stellar Heir stood alone before the hall gate, facing the fully erupted Nine Netherworlds demonic phantom. Seven days of purgatorial torment were for this very moment of drawing his sword!

Blood moon like a wheel, splashing its eerie red glow, turning the wilds' land into a sea of blood. The stone hall had fully come alive—no longer a pile of cold stones, but a vast demonic fetus writhing and oozing viscous black liquid! Dark‑purple "veins" bulged and pulsed on the stone walls; each pulse spewed out a strong sulfuric stench and the death qi that annihilates life! At the hall gate, the polluted black liquid surged like a breached underworld river, carrying corroded beast bones and the remnants of tribal warriors, sweeping forth—where it passed the earth scorched black, plants instantly turned to ash.

An aura of terrifying might, peaking at mid‑Transformation Spirit, crushed down like a tangible millstone upon that solitary figure before the hall gate!

Han Wuxian leaned against the cold hall wall, his shattered star armor shedding a defiant glimmer under the blood moon. Seven days of hellish ordeal—drawing the stellar imprint, stripping the polluted poison—had not given him full strength, but a body whose cracks were barely healed, still riddled with a thousand wounds. Within his dantian's stellar realm, his primordial spirit stood straight, its cracked surface flowing with jade light; a primordial spirit power condensed to the utmost, edged with new sharpness, surged through those wounds—yet like a volcano capped by thick ice, it awaited eruption.

"Roar!"

Accompanied by a howl mixing the rock mountain's anguished roar and the Nine Netherworlds' venomous shriek, a huge head formed of pure pollution smashed through the hall gate's wreckage deep inside the stone hall! That head still bore a vague outline of the rock mountain's twisted visage, but its features had been replaced by the writhing black liquid, leaving only two eye sockets burning with dark‑purple demonic flame! It opened a jaw made of countless writhing tentacles, let out a silent roar, and spewed a pitch‑black, soul‑annihilating polluted breath—like a breached flood—down upon Han Wuxian's head.