Chapter 1152

At the moment the seal shattered and the two rushed in, the attack was about to strike their bodies.

He did not retreat or block, but instead performed an action that neither of them expected.

He suddenly drove the sword aura, condensed with Yellow Spring Sword Intent from his right hand, fiercely into the blazing azure star fire of the Star-Patrolling Torch gripped in his left hand.

Using the sword to draw fire, using fire to ignite Samsara!

"Star Torch·Yellow Spring Guide!"

Boom!!!

The Star-Patrolling Torch suddenly erupted with an unprecedented, blinding light impossible to gaze upon—but that light was no longer pure azure; it transformed into a strange azure-white calamity fire, blending the scorching heat of stars with the icy chill of Samsara.

Guided by the sword intent, as if alive, the calamity fire did not attack the two Void Refinement cultivators but instead surged downward, slamming hard into the boiling tributary of the River of Rebirth below!

This time, it was no longer a mere disturbance, but a true……ignition!

Using the Star-Patrolling Torch's supreme stellar fire as the source and Han Wuxian's newly comprehended Yellow Spring Sword Intent as the guide, he forcibly ignited the most fundamental Samsara law of this region!

Sizzle!!!

The entire tributary of the River of Rebirth seemed to have been dumped with billions of tons of boiling oil! Instantly it ran amok; the endless Samsara power was ignited by the stellar fire, transforming into towering azure-white calamity fire that shot up into the sky! Within the calamity fire, countless agonized, twisted Samsara soul-phantasms emitted world-shaking shrieks; they were no longer pitiful worms sinking in the depths, but had become vengeful fire that destroys everything!

The laws of this subterranean space were utterly disordered, runaway, and burning! They transformed into a true……Samsara Tribulation Domain!

What?!

Madman! You dare ignite the River of Rebirth?!

The greed and killing intent on the faces of the Heaven Slaughter Sect Master and the Black-robed Emissary were instantly replaced by boundless shock! They felt their Dao Foundation, mana, and souls being frenziedly scorched, devoured, and dragged to the brink of collapse by this terrifying Samsara calamity fire! This flame not only incinerated their flesh, but directly scorched the very foundation of their existence, seeking to drag them into eternal Samsara!

Their attacks, before this runaway calamity fire, were like jokes—easily obliterated!

The Heaven Slaughter Sect Master's Blood Slaughter Demonic Art was most severely countered by the calamity fire; the blood light around his body frenziedly evaporated, emitting a miserable wail, forcing him to frenetically retreat while desperately resisting the fire's corrosion!

The Black-robed Emissary's netherworld ghostly aura was slightly better, but like encountering its nemesis, the azure-green ghost fire scattered in the face of the azure-white calamity fire, and the Soul-Scouring Needle instantly melted into molten iron! In horror and despair, he summoned a white bone shield, only to have it ignited by the calamity fire, barely holding on.

At the moment Han Wuxian ignited Samsara, the old angler's eyes burst with an unprecedented gleam; not only did he not stop, he laughed loudly: "Good kid! Ruthless enough! I, the old man, will lend you a hand!"

He slammed his white bone scepter into the ground; his aura of Samsara resonated with the runaway Tribulation Domain, actually guiding the calamity fire to some extent, making it surge even more ferociously toward the two Void Refinement cultivators!

Seizing this heaven-sent opportunity!

Han Wuxian didn't even look at the result; at the instant he ignited the Samsara calamity fire, he borrowed the terrifying shockwave from the fire's explosion and the brief balance between himself and the Samsara environment, his figure like a fish swimming upstream, rushing madly toward the deeper subterranean fissure illuminated by the calamity fire in the direction opposite the entrance.

He pushed his speed to the limit, the Star-Patrolling Torch's azure radiance shielding his body, barely carving a narrow passage through the violent calamity fire!

"Junior, don't run!"

"Leave the immortal treasure!"

The Heaven Slaughter Sect Master and the Black-robed Emissary roared in shock and anger, wanting to pursue, but were tightly entangled by the endless Samsara calamity fire, barely able to protect themselves! They could only watch helplessly as that gray-white figure vanished into the depths of the azure-white fire sea.

"Ah!!!" The Heaven Slaughter Sect Master unleashed a roar of utter unwillingness, frantically circulating his slaughter essence, only to be severely wounded again by the calamity fire, vomiting blood and flying backward!

The Black-robed Emissary was likewise in a sorry state, his white bone shield shattered, his aura feeble, his eyes filled with resentment and a hint of fear.

By the River of Rebirth, the azure-white calamity fire continued to rage wildly, devouring everything. The old angler's figure hid behind the fire sea, his aura merging with the Tribulation Domain, coldly observing the two wretched figures.

And Han Wuxian had already fled into the unknown depths underground. Behind him burned the Samsara calamity fire and the roars of the powerful Void Refinement enemies; ahead lay deeper darkness and the unknown.

A bone-chilling dark current engulfed his body, surging toward the unknown depths of darkness. Han Wuxian drifted like a piece of driftwood in the rushing subterranean river; the azure radiance of the Star-Patrolling Torch formed a thin shield around him, barely withstanding the current's impact and the even purer, icy Samsara aura within the water.

He endured the agony as if his organs were shifting and the fierce backlash pain from forcibly drawing upon the Samsara calamity fire, clinging to a sliver of clarity as he controlled his body to maintain balance in the dark current. The destructive azure-white calamity fire's light behind him and the shocked, angry roars of the two Void Refinement cultivators had long been cut off by the winding waterways and rumbling sounds; only a faint trace of violent law fluctuation remained in the water, attesting to the earth-shaking battle that had just occurred.

Unknown how far he had been carried, the dark river's current gradually eased, the surrounding space seeming to widen. The water remained bone-chillingly cold, but no longer violently deadly.

Han Wuxian strove to paddle his limbs, struggling to lift his head above the water.

"Cough... cough cough..." he coughed violently, spitting out choking river water laced with Samsara chill. As far as the eye could see lay an immense subterranean lake; its surface was mirror‑still yet pitch‑black as ink, bottomless. Above the vault was no longer stone but an endless, deep void of darkness glittering with faint starlight, as if directly linked to outer space. The air was saturated with extreme stellar power, yet mingled with an aura of Silence Extinction.

The aura here... resonated strongly with his Return to the Void Sword Essence and the power of the Star-Patrolling Torch!

"Is this... the true core of the Starfall Valley?" Han Wuxian's heart tightened. He felt as if he were drifting above a buried starry sky.

He tried to activate the Star-Patrolling Torch; the lamp's light burst forth, illuminating a lake surface tens of zhang around. In its glow, the water was not truly pitch black but a deep, seemingly star‑melted dark blue, with specks of stardust drifting and flickering within—breathtakingly beautiful yet so desolate it made his heart race.

The lamp mark on his brow blazed intensely, unmistakably pointing toward a direction.

Han Wuxian drew a deep breath, enduring the pain, and began swimming toward the indicated direction. In this strange star lake, he dared not lightly employ power to fly, fearing it might trigger unpredictable changes.

After about the time to burn an incense stick, a faint, solitary light suddenly appeared on the dark lake surface ahead.

The light was dim yellow and flickering, yet it bore a strange, heart‑warming power that made it strikingly conspicuous in the frigid, lifeless star lake.

Han Wuxian's heart tightened; he eased his speed and stealthily approached.