Chapter 1114

Before the breath even arrived, the pure death and foul aura already caused Han Wuxian's protective starlight to emit a near‑shattering wail! In the sea of consciousness, the dormant cores of the three supreme treasures erupted like a reflex with their final light, desperately guarding his primordial spirit!

"Shatter Star!"

Han Wuxian's eyes burst with starlight; without dodging, he stepped forward instead! His broken sword let out a mournful tremor, and on the blade the point that had condensed all his essence, compressed to the limit, suddenly exploded with starlight!

It was not a grand sword light, but condensed into a single needle!

A needle refined to the extreme, fine as a hair, yet containing the will to cleave all falsehood and pierce the darkness of ages—a Star Needle! Its tip sparked with chaotic tribulation lightning, and its shaft was wrapped in the star‑core fire that burns away all corruption!

"Break Illusion·Star Punishment!"

Hiss!

The Star Needle ignored distance, surging upstream against the flood of foul breath! Like a red‑hot branding iron thrust into solidified fat! The viscous breath was forcibly split into an ultrafine channel! The needle tip pierced with pinpoint accuracy the core of the giant demon's brow, where two points of dark‑purple demon flame converged!

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Pfft!

A sound extremely faint, like a bubble bursting.

At the demon's brow, the two points of frenziedly burning dark‑purple demon flame suddenly winked out! The massive demon head jerked rigid, its soundless roar freezing on countless writhing tentacles. The gushing foul breath, as if its source had been pinched shut, instantly dissipated!

"Ugh…huh…" On the demon's twisted visage, the anguish of Rock Mountain briefly outweighed the Nine Abyss's hatred; deep in the now‑dark eye sockets, a flicker belonging to the chief—light of release and plea—flashed and vanished.

Boom—!

The giant demon head, as if drained of all power, collapsed with a thunderous crash! Viscous black liquid sprayed out, quickly vaporizing into foul purple smoke. The entire writhing stone hall shuddered with a violent spasm, like the death‑rattle of a dying beast!

Yet the danger was not over! At the instant the demon head collapsed, a beam of extreme condensation—formed from pure Nine Abyss origin death qi, dark‑purple in color—shot out like a lurking viper from the collapsing core, its speed surpassing spatial perception, straight for Han Wuxian's brow!

This is the true killing move! Hidden beneath the filthy demonic body of the rock mountain, a fatal strike originating from the Nine Nether pollution deep within the meteorite core!

Too close! Too fast! Han Wuxian just unleashed a killing strike; his old strength is exhausted, new strength not yet born! The starlight on his surface, locked onto by the dark‑purple beam, flickers like a candle in the wind! The radiance of the three supreme treasures in his sea of consciousness instantly dims to the extreme!

Unavoidable! Unblockable!

At the brink of life and death, Han Wuxian's eyes showed not despair but a near‑mad resolve! He no longer tried to defend; instead, he burned all remaining primordial‑spirit power, together with the cores of the three supreme treasures on the verge of sinking into silence in his sea of consciousness!

«Star Evolution – Reverse Fate! »

Om!

Deep in his sea of consciousness, the star‑primordial spirit covered in cracks suddenly opened its eyes! The primordial‑spirit infant formed with both hands an ancient seal profoundly mysterious, bearing the aura of reversed causality! The entire primordial spirit instantly turned transparent, as if about to burn out completely!

At the same time, the broken sword «Shattering Star» in his hand— the originally dim star‑gem at its hilt— under the stimulation of his burning primordial spirit, burst forth with an unprecedented wail and light! The blade shattered inch by inch, turning into countless fragments glittering with starlight! These fragments did not scatter; instead, as if guided, they instantly sank into the illusory image of Han Wuxian's burning primordial spirit!

Primordial spirit as the lure! Broken sword as the sacrifice! Forcibly activating the star‑chart imprinted deep in the soul, the coordinates to another heavenly star gate!

Boom!

An indescribable, mighty force bearing the sensation of warped space and twisted time, with Han Wuxian's burning primordial spirit as its core, erupted explosively! The space before him, like a lake struck by a massive stone, violently wrinkled and collapsed!

That lethal dark‑purple beam, the moment it shot into this twisted, collapsed space, its trajectory underwent a bizarre deflection! As if shoved by an invisible giant hand, it grazed the edge of Han Wuxian's burning primordial‑spirit phantom wreathed in transparent flame, then fiercely pierced the writhing stone hall's main body!

Sizzle!!!

Like a red‑hot branding iron thrust into rotten wood! The dark‑purple beam ruthlessly pierced the contaminated meteorite core deep within the stone hall!

«Roar!!! »

A shriek, millions of times more shrill than before, filled with endless pain and hatred, burst from the depths of the meteorite core! The writhing stone hall, as if a beast thrown into purgatory, twisted and spasmed madly! The filthy black liquid sprayed like blood, the dark‑purple «vessels» snapping inch by inch! The stone walls carved with star charts and celestial beasts, under the impact of this internal‑and‑external destructive force, cracked and peeled off one after another!

And Han Wuxian, at the instant he forcibly deflected the killing blow and detonated the stone hall's polluted core, his burning primordial spirit utterly faded, like a candle in the wind leaving only a faint spark. His body, as if all bones had been drained, slumped backward and crashed heavily onto the cold ground. Blood welled from his seven orifices, staining the rubble beneath him red. His consciousness, like a kite with its string cut, plunged into the bottomless dark abyss…

In the instant before he completely lost consciousness, in his vague perception:

The stone hall completely collapsed in the violent explosion and foul purple light, turning into a vast ruin reeking of stench and destruction.

The massive stone tablet engraved with the star‑gate coordinates shattered into countless fragments at the blast's core. The largest piece, bearing the core coordinate mark, was hurled high by the shockwave, tumbling toward the direction of his fall.

In the distance, from the tribe's hut area came the terrified, despairing wails and screams of the old priest and the surviving warriors.

And in his sea of consciousness, the coordinate star‑chart leading to another star gate, after enduring this brutal sacrifice and eruption, seemed to have been infused with some power—the imprint grew clearer and deeper, even faintly emitting a weak pulse guiding the way home…

Darkness completely devoured Han Wuxian.

No one knew how long had passed.

Excruciating pain remained his sole perception. Yet this time, the pain was mixed with a heavy numbness. Han Wuxian laboriously lifted his heavy eyelids; his blurred vision showed rough beams and drooping vines. Beneath him was still dry grass, but the air, thick with strong medicinal scent, was laced with an indescribable panic… and estrangement.

He slightly turned his head and saw the old priest and a few remaining tribal warriors standing far off at the hut entrance. Their faces were coated in thick mud paint, expressions unreadable, but their eyes held no trace of former fervor or reverence—only deep fear, vigilance, and a hint… of resentment, as if gazing at the source of calamity.

Following their gaze, Han Wuxian saw lying nearby on the ground a huge stone fragment covered in star‑chart patterns. At its center, the coordinate mark pointing to another heavenly star gate emitted a faint yet steady starlight.

The old priest met Han Wuxian's gaze, her body jerking like a startled beast. Her lips trembled, uttering a few shaky syllables, then she pulled the nearby warrior and, like fleeing a plague, swiftly retreated into the hut's shadow, vanishing from sight.

Han Wuxian withdrew his gaze and sensed his internal state. Within the dantian's star field, the star primordial spirit sat cross‑legged, its whole body covered in spider‑web‑like cracks, worse than before, on the verge of total shattering. The original jade‑like luster that once circulated had dimmed to darkness, its breath weakened to the extreme. The star‑core fragments, star‑heart fragments, and seven star‑key sigils all lay inert like dead stone, feeling not the slightest ripple. The Shattering Star sword was completely shattered; only the star‑gem at the hilt, covered in cracks, remained, clenched tightly in his hand.

Heavy injury!

An unprecedented heavy injury, his cultivation realm even faintly showing signs of falling back to the early stage of Spirit Transformation!