Chapter 1193: Return to the Sect

"Master!" Qinglin cried hoarsely, trying to rush forward, but the terrifying oppressive pressure pinned him to the ground, immobilizing him. Elder Mu Yan and the Fire Li Clan Chief could only stare with eyes tearing, helpless.

Han Wuxian's figure under that giant hand was as tiny as dust.

But his spine stood perfectly straight!

Facing this world‑shattering killing blow, the last flicker in his eyes completely faded, turning into absolute coldness and calm. It seemed not a confrontation with death, but the long‑awaited… metamorphosis!

"Source Star as foundation, Return to Void as intent, Nine Abyss as guide, myriad forces… Return to the Sect!"

He silently recited in his mind, and the "Imperial Decree" at his brow erupted with a final black light, forcibly compressing and fusing all the disparate, even conflicting forces within him— the vast origin of the stars, the Silence Extinction Sword Intent that ends all things, the ancient permission power from the Nine Abyss civilization, and the myriad alien energies he had just devoured and refined— in a near‑self‑destructive, frenzied manner!

This is not a simple stacking, but a collision and reconstruction on the level of the Dao!

Crack! Crack!

Fine cracks instantly spread across his body like porcelain about to shatter; golden blood seeped out, only to be vaporized instantly by the terrifying energy! Unimaginable agony swept his spirit, yet his gaze grew ever brighter!

He was gambling! Gambling on the inclusiveness of the Source Star Core! Gambling on the ultimate potential of the Return to Void Sword Path! Gambling on the sliver of permission within that Imperial Decree that transcends this world's laws!

"Not enough! Still not enough!"

He felt the fused power was strong, yet still could not match that law‑bound giant hand! He needed even greater pressure, a "anvil" that could hammer all forces into a single whole!

So, at the instant the giant hand was about to descend and the three guardian statues were about to self‑detonate,

Han Wuxian made a move that no one could comprehend!

Instead of defending or evading, he flung his arms wide, deliberately drawing the terrifying pressure of the giant hand above and the destructive self‑detonation energy of the three guardian statues below into his own body!

"What is he doing? Suicide?!" the Fire Li Clan Chief shouted in horror.

Boom!!!

Indescribable terrifying energy surged into Han Wuxian's body in an instant!

This was tantamount to forcefully stuffing the entire Imperial Abyss's destructive power into a single vessel! Logically, even a Fusion‑Stage powerhouse would instantly explode and perish, soul and body annihilated!

However—

Han Wuxian's body, though riddled with cracks and radiating golden light as if about to burst at any moment, nonetheless maintained that final, subtle balance!

The Source Star Core at his brow spun at an unprecedented speed, like a cosmic singularity, frantically devouring the incoming destructive energy and forcibly converting it into the most primal Chaos Force! The Return to Void Sword Intent acted as an unyielding framework, tightly binding those raging energies and guiding them toward a certain direction of Evolution!

The Imperial Decree itself moaned under the unbearable load, yet stubbornly supplied a sliver of ancient rule power, sustaining this perilous balance!

The giant hand's pressure and the guardians' self‑detonation energy now became his "anvil" and "forge" for hammering himself into the final metamorphosis!

This was a gamble to the extreme—seeking rebirth within destruction!

"Ugh—!!!"

Han Wuxian finally could not hold back a long howl that intertwined pain and exhilaration!

Within the howl, the myriad conflicting, chaotic forces inside him, under the hammer of external extreme pressure, harmonized by the Source Star Core and governed by the Return to Void Sword Intent, finally shattered the last barrier and merged perfectly into one!

A brand‑new, gray‑hued, chaotic energy that surpasses all previous forces was born from his dantian!

This energy contains the vastness of stellar birth and death, the dead silence of all things returning to the void, and a sliver of ancient permission that transcends this world's rules! It is no longer mere True Essence or Sword Essence, but… Chaos Return to Void Qi!

With the birth of this new power, the near‑collapse injuries within Han Wuxian stabilized instantly, the cracks healed at lightning speed, and his body radiated a warm, jade‑like yet abyss‑deep luster! His aura surged wildly, instantly breaking through the Refining Void Initial Stage bottleneck, soaring through the middle and late stages… ultimately resting at the peak of the Refining Void Late Stage!

Just one step away from glimpsing the Fusion Realm!

And his Return to Void Sword Path, at this moment, became utterly complete! A mere thought could sway the laws of heaven and earth, words followed law, adjudicating the end of all things!

This whole saga sounds long, yet it unfolded in the blink of an eye!

At this moment, the Silence Extinction Giant Hand had just pressed down onto his head, and the self‑detonation blaze of the three guardian statues had already flared to its utmost!

Han Wuxian slowly lifted his head, gazing at the sky‑blocking giant hand; his eyes held no ripple, only a detached, all‑encompassing calm.

He gently raised his right hand, fingers splayed, and lightly lifted upward toward the giant hand.

There was no flash of brilliance, no soaring aura.

Only an formless, intangible will, as if containing the universe's ultimate great Silence Extinction, spread with his motion.

"Disperse."

He whispered a single word.

Words spoken, law follows!

The Silence Extinction Giant Hand, capable of crushing continents, crumbled like sand sculptures blown apart by wind, disintegrating silently from his fingertips into void! Even the angry, resentful roar from the crack was erased!

Then his gaze fell upon the three guardian statues about to self‑detonate.

"Annihilate."

Another word slipped out.

The extreme self‑detonation energy within the three guardians, like punctured bubbles, instantly subsided and vanished! Their massive bodies froze in place, then, as if weathered by eons, eroded, collapsed, and turned into three piles of ordinary black dust.

Between heaven and earth, a dead silence.

All destructive energy, all terrifying pressure, all enemy auras, vanished completely.

Only Han Wuxian remained, floating in midair, his body radiating a hazy chaotic glow, as if he were the very center of this world, the ultimate destination.

Below, Qinglin, Mu Yan, the Fire Li Clan Chief, and all the survivors stared in stunned awe, as if witnessing a miracle.

In the blink of a finger, ash turned to nothing.

What kind of divine power? What realm?

Han Wuxian slowly descended, his chaotic aura contracting, his breath becoming unfathomable. He glanced at the sky crack slowly sealing, then at the still‑shaken crowd below.

"This place cannot be stayed in long; the space will soon collapse entirely. Gather everyone and leave immediately."

His voice was calm, yet carried a reassuring, convincing power.

"Yes! Master!" Qinglin was the first to react, his voice trembling with excitement, promptly organizing people to rescue the weakened mortal cultivators.

Quickly, the group used the incoming teleportation array to evacuate from the soon‑to‑be‑completely destroyed Imperial Abyss.