Chapter 1215: with translation of chapter title

He originally planned to wait until the "Snake Swallows Elephant" divine ability was perfected, or until his true form was completely stabilized, before personally taking action; but now, the growth speed and threat level of this variable have exceeded his tolerance limit.

"Issue the order!" His will, like a frigid ice storm, swept forth and descended upon the souls of all core members of the Nether Shade Pavilion: "All 'Harvesting' teams outside, immediately abandon your current tasks and return at full speed to the Misty Hidden Ghost Ruins! Activate the 'Myriad Ghosts Return to Ancestors Grand Formation' to highest alert! Without my command, no one may go out, nor let anyone enter!"

He intends to contract his power, solidify his lair, and……personally go meet this fool who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!

However, just as his killing intent flared and he was preparing to temporarily halt his cultivation, with his divine sense descending to the outside world to seize and kill Han Wuxian…

no.

The Swallow Desire Pot hovering before him suddenly erupted with unprecedented violent tremors! The twisted holes on its body burst open, emitting a shrill wail as if countless beings were wailing in unison! The orderly desire essence swirling inside instantly lost control, becoming violent and chaotic, madly striking the pot's walls.

"Backlash?" Yan Buji frowned, then immediately understood. Earlier, his anger had agitated his mind, and by forcefully interrupting his enlightenment, his control over the Swallow Desire Pot slipped slightly; the massive amount of negative desire recently absorbed from Blackwater City and elsewhere, which was already impure, found a breach and instantly triggered a fierce energy backlash.

Normally, he could suppress it with a flick of his finger. But now, he is at the critical juncture where old and new powers interchange and he is deducing a new divine ability; his mind and spirit are deeply intertwined with the Swallow Desire Pot, so this sudden backlash is like an ant hole in a dam, instantly shaking his foundation.

"Hmph! Even a grain-of-rice pearl dares to shine?"

Yan Buji gave a cold snort, forcibly suppressing the thought of personally taking action; he sank all his mind and spirit into his body, circulating the "My Desire" Grand Dao, as the gray mist around him transformed into countless Order Chains, attempting to forcibly sort and suppress the turmoil of the Swallow Desire Pot.

For a moment, the energy surge within the gray mist space roiled violently; Yan Buji had to exert all his strength to deal with this internal trouble. Although he was confident he could suppress it, it required time! In the short term, he could not divert his attention elsewhere, nor could he let his divine sense descend to the outside world.

"Damned ants! Ruining my great undertaking!" Yan Buji's heart blazed with fury, yet he had to endure temporarily. He imprinted Han Wuxian's image and aura deep into his soul; his killing intent became substantive.

"Let you live a little longer! Once I quell this internal turmoil, I will personally come to take your life, casting your soul into the Swallow Desire Pot to burn for eternity!"

no.

In the valley, Wang Tie was conducting a soul search on the dying Golden Fiend Demon Lord. Suddenly, his expression changed; he abruptly withdrew his divine sense and looked at Han Wuxian with astonishment and uncertainty.

"Han Daoist friend! The Nether Shade Pavilion… the Nether Shade Pavilion suddenly ordered all external personnel to withdraw to the Misty Hidden Ghost Ruins! And they activated their strongest defensive formation, the 'Myriad Ghosts Return to Ancestors'! This… this looks like they're going all-out in a turtle-shell defense!"

Xiao Ran and Qing Lin were also stunned upon hearing this. The enemy not only failed to send reinforcements for retaliation, but actually retracted completely? This defies common sense!

Han Wuxian's eyes flickered slightly; he lifted his gaze toward the direction of the Misty Hidden Ghost Ruins, sensing that the deep-seated aura which had been stirring restlessly now abruptly contracted inward, even carrying a hint of disorder, and he understood in his heart.

"He can't come out for now." Han Wuxian said calmly, "The backlash of the Swallow Desire Pot is enough to make him drink a pot."

Upon hearing this, although they didn't know the exact reason, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. This meant they had gained a precious respite.

"Han Brother, what should we do next?" Xiao Ran looked at Han Wuxian.

Han Wuxian pondered briefly, then said: "Although Yan Buji is temporarily trapped, the foundation of the Nether Shade Pavilion remains, and its danger has not been eliminated. We must seize this opportunity to unite all forces we can."

He turned to Zhao Gan, whose injuries had stabilized somewhat: "Elder Zhao, do you have a way to contact the Flowing Cloud Alliance, the remnants of the Gentle Wind Valley, or any other forces that bear a blood feud with the Nether Shade Pavilion?"

Zhao Gan's spirit lifted, and he hurriedly replied: "Yes! I have old ties with several elders of the Flowing Cloud Alliance, and Elder Liu Ling of the Gentle Wind Valley, after escaping trouble, once left a secret contact method! As long as we can leave the Black Wind Desert, I will do my utmost to forge the alliance!"

"Good." Han Wuxian nodded, "No delay; we will set out immediately, first leave this place, find a safe haven, and contact all parties."

He rolled up his sleeves, brought everyone with him, tore open space once more, and fled outward from the Black Wind Desert.

After leaving the Black Wind Desert, Han Wuxian's group did not flee far, but instead temporarily settled deep within the desolate, spiritually thin yet perilous "Falling Star Mountain Range". The harsh environment there actually makes it difficult for the Nether Shade Pavilion's scouts to detect.

Wang Tie and Qing Lin were responsible for setting up concealment formations and keeping watch, while Xiao Ran assisted Zhao Gan, using the secret channels Zhao Gan controlled, to begin attempting to contact the Flowing Cloud Alliance, the remnants of the Gentle Wind Valley, and any other forces that might join.

Han Wuxian then chose a secluded mountain peak, set up a simple restriction, and began closed-door cultivation.

He was not healing injuries, nor accumulating spiritual power, but rather organizing and precipitating.

Since entering Zhong Tian Zhi Yu, he has endured successive fierce battles, especially the life-and-death struggles against multiple late-stage Void Refinement and even perfected experts of the Nether Shade Pavilion, the confrontation with the Myriad Souls Silence Extinction Grand Formation, the destruction of the Silence Extinction Sacred Fetus, and, finally, his deeper comprehension of the Grand Void Dao when facing the Three Powers Demon Slayer Array… countless battle insights, Dao fragments, and law traces, like a rushing river surging in his sea of consciousness.

He needs time to thoroughly digest these precious insights and fuse them into his own Grand Void Dao.

On the mountain peak, Han Wuxian sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed. Around him there was no flicker of spiritual light, nor any surge of aura; instead, he resembled an utterly ordinary mortal, his breath inwardly gathered to the utmost.

Yet within his sea of consciousness, a world-shaking transformation was underway!

The Core of the Origin Star hovered at the center of his sea of consciousness, slowly rotating and shedding chaotic clear radiance. Countless battle scenes, law insights, and Dao fragments, like stardust, orbited, danced, collided, and merged around it.

He "saw" the Golden Fiend Demon Lord's mountain-splitting, earth-rending violent axe light, experiencing the utmost rigidity of extreme power… and… its underlying fragility.

He "saw" the Blood Charm Venerable's soul-hook, spirit-capturing lustful illusion, realizing the emptiness of desire's decline… and… its eventual heading toward silence extinction.

He "saw" the Yin Bone Old Man's soundless, odorless vicious curse, perceiving the root of entangled grudges… and… their inevitable dissipation.

He further "saw" himself, with the "Grand Void Origin" annihilating giant axe, using the chaotic Grand Void qi to encompass and refine all energies, feeling that ultimate Dao rhythm which lets all things return to their origin and lets everything return to its end.

"Returning to the void… is not destruction, but… the end of the cycle of reincarnation, also the starting point of new birth."

"All things are born from chaos and will ultimately return to chaos. My Great Dao is to command this process of from life to death, from the solid becoming the void…!"

A sudden realization, like the morning sun, illuminated his entire sea of consciousness!