Chapter 1159: Escape

A barely visible, almost invisible gray‑white streak of light, moving faster than the limits of thought, mingled with the azure glow of starfire, like the first ray at the birth of the universe and like the final flicker before the stars' Silence Extinction, instantly tore apart the oppressive weight of the Nether Lord, ignored spatial distance, and fled toward the opposite direction of the heavenly pit's eruption, to the edge of Burial Star Ridge where space was weakest, and vanished in a mad escape!

The speed was so great that even the Seven Demonic Nether Lord within the Nether Gate was slightly startled!

"Hmph! A dying struggle!" the Nether Lord roared in fury, and a massive Nether Ghost Claw, ignoring the turbulent energy below, pierced space and slammed toward Han Wuxian's fleeing direction! This grab contained a hint of the true Refinement Void law, as if locking past and future, leaving no escape!

However, just as the ghost claw was about to touch the fleeing light,

Anomaly reborn!

At the edge of Burial Star Ridge, a seemingly ordinary mountain wall shrouded in poisonous miasma suddenly, without any sign… split open!

It wasn't torn apart by energy, but like a drawn curtain, revealing behind it a deep, stable, faintly space‑distorting… teleportation light gate!

Beyond the light gate, a vague view of clear mountains, pure waters, brimming with spiritual energy could be seen, starkly different from the deathly silence of Burial Star Ridge!

Even more unbelievable, a dazzling Starlight Talisman, containing pure, vast stellar power, as if foreseen, shot out from the light gate and struck the Nether Ghost Claw that the Seven Demonic Nether Lord had seized, with perfect precision!

Boom!!!

The Starlight and the ghost claw collided violently! The Starlight Talisman, of extremely high grade, temporarily blocked a strike of the Refinement Void stage, and although it shattered instantly, it succeeded in buying the fleeing light the most crucial instant!

Han Wuxian's fleeing light, with this sudden aid, hesitated not at all, like a tired bird finding its nest, instantly vanished into the suddenly appearing teleportation light gate!

In the instant after his silhouette vanished, the light gate, as abruptly as when it appeared, slammed shut, the mountain wall restored, as if nothing had ever happened.

The Seven Demonic Nether Lord's Nether Ghost Claw clutched the mountain wall fiercely, but only tore away a piece of ordinary rock, leaving a huge claw‑mark abyss.

"Scum of the Star Pivot Pavilion! How dare you meddle in my affairs!!!" From the Nether Gate came the earth‑shaking, incredulous and enraged roar of the Seven Demonic Nether Lord! He recognized the origin of that Starlight Talisman!

However, the energy turbulence of Burial Star Ridge below had already erupted completely, and a terrifying shockwave, mingling stellar filth and the law of reincarnation, slammed into the Nether Gate, preventing him from pursuing at full strength. Farther away, the world laws of the Heavenly Barrier Realm began to violently repel his cross‑dimensional presence, causing the Nether Gate to quake intensely and become unstable.

"Roar!!!" The Seven Demonic Nether Lord let out a howl of utmost resentment, finally forced to withdraw the claw with bitterness; the Nether Gate flickered violently a few times, then abruptly contracted and vanished.

Only the Burial Star Ridge below, now like a raging inferno with energy running rampant, remained, and his roar, filled with endless murderous intent, echoed through heaven and earth:

"Star Pivot Pavilion! Star Patrol Torch! I have recorded it! When my true body descends, I shall wipe you out… not a blade of grass left!"

After a brief sense of spatial dizziness, Han Wuxian fell heavily onto a soft grassy field.

Pure, gentle, earth‑spirit infused with the fresh scent of grass and trees instantly enveloped him, wildly flooding his body riddled with countless wounds, nearly spent.

He struggled to open his eyes; the sunlight was a bit glaring. Blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, clear waters, birdsong, flower fragrance… This was a tranquil, harmonious valley brimming with spiritual energy, a world entirely different from the deadly silence of Burial Star Ridge.

Saved? Who saved him? Star Pivot Pavilion? What faction?

He struggled to sit up, but found he lacked the strength even to move a single finger. The aftereffects of his burning Dao Foundation and Soul Source erupted completely, his consciousness like a candle in the wind, swiftly sinking into boundless darkness.

In the moment before fully losing consciousness, his blurred vision saw a pair of feet clad in cloud‑patterned brocade boots slowly stepping beside him.

A gentle, slightly curious young voice sounded above him:

"Tsk, the wound is really heavy… to think you escaped from the Nether Lord's grasp and caused such a commotion…"

"Senior brother, it seems what we 'picked up' this time isn't ordinary trouble…"

The voice faded away, and Han Wuxian fell into a deep coma.

His consciousness, like sinking in a warm deep sea, rose gradually. The excruciating pain did not vanish entirely, but seemed separated by a gentle veil, becoming distant and vague. In its place was a pervasive, gentle, vigorous life force, continuously nourishing his body and spirit riddled with countless wounds.

Han Wuxian slowly opened his eyes.

What met his eyes was a wooden dome carved with flowing cloud‑star patterns, rustic yet exquisite. A faint, soothing sandalwood scent mingled with the fresh aroma of spirit herbs lingered at his nose. Beneath him was a soft, comfortable cloud bed, and he was covered by a quilt as light as nothing yet warm.

He turned his somewhat stiff neck, surveying his surroundings.

It was an elegant and tranquil study. The furnishings were simple—a table, a chair, a meditation cushion—all crafted from some kind of spirit wood, warm and luminous. On the wall hung an ink‑wash star map, its mountains and rivers flowing, stars hidden, exuding its own Dao rhythm. Outside the window, clouds and mist swirled, celestial cranes cried clearly, and distant flying eaves and cornered roofs were hidden among the mountain mists, a scene of immortal aura.

Unlike the deathly silence and peril of Burial Star Ridge, the desolate grandeur of ancient battlefields, and the eternal stillness of the Star Tomb, this place was peaceful, harmonious, and its spiritual energy was abundantly beyond imagination.

He attempted to look inward at himself.

Within his dantian, the newly formed Transcendent Sword Origin was still riddled with cracks, dim and lifeless; the aftereffects of his burning Dao Foundation and Soul Source were extremely severe, nearly destabilizing his cultivation foundation. Yet a pure, gentle, star‑infused strange elixir, like the most skillful weaver, threaded its way into the Sword Origin, slowly repairing the cracks and soothing the back‑lash wounds. Though the pace was slow, it was unusually stable, effective, and bore no side effects.

The Star Patrol Torch in his bosom lay quietly beside his pillow, its light restrained yet still radiating warm gentleness, resonating with his heart. It seemed to enjoy the environment as well, autonomously absorbing the rich stellar spiritual energy in the air.

Who saved him? Star Pivot Pavilion? Is this the Star Pivot Pavilion?

Just as he was pondering, the study's door was gently pushed open.

A young man dressed in a moon‑white Dao robe, wearing a star crown, with a handsome and gentle face, entered. He appeared to be about twenty‑seven or twenty‑eight years old, his eyes clear and bright, his aura deep and tranquil, and he too was a Transcendent God Stage cultivator, his foundation extremely solid, far surpassing that of the Heavenly Doom Sect Master who rose through demonic arts.

Seeing Han Wuxian awake, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, then softened into a gentle smile: "Fellow Daoist, you're awake? How do you feel? Your injuries are severe; I thought it would take at least three days for you to recover."