Celestial Refining Divine Scripture

Swish! Swish!!

Within the endless void of the Celestial Refining Divine Tripod, the dazzling brilliance of the Immortal Lotus illuminated every corner.

Even the surface of the Lesser Immortal World gleamed with a multicolored immortal radiance, reflecting countless dense holy lights from the lotus, appearing especially sacred. In this moment, it seemed to finally deserve the name ’Lesser Immortal World’.

This was also the first time Xu Yang had seen the full extent of the Tripod’s boundless void.

Vast and limitless, deep and unfathomable.

It was even more infinite and obscure than the void he saw above the Spirit Realm and outside the Immortal Realm.

Yet, beneath the Twelfth Grade Immortal Lotus, it was as clear as fire, brilliantly dazzling, as if immersed entirely in boundless immortal light.

This scene left Xu Yang utterly captivated, unable to express such beauty with any words.

If this were outside—

Perhaps all of Cold Vein Heaven and Earth would be illuminated through and through, and even the disturbance from his breakthrough would throw the Immortal Array into chaos, shattering the Cold Vein.

"Thankfully, I’m within the Divine Tripod."

Otherwise, he wouldn’t even know how to hide it.

Said to be a Ninth Grade Immortal Foundation, yet ended up quietly forging a legendary Twelfth Grade Immortal Foundation?

Though the Immortal Realm is fiercely competitive, and one should show all their might—

Still, a Twelfth Grade is simply far too outrageous.

Moreover, there lurked defiance of fate, calamities of wind, fire, thunder, and rain, and even a seeming ancient war between Celestial and Demonic Immortals—if he revealed the Twelfth Grade, he would instantly become the epicenter of storms across multiple Immortal Regions.

Xu Yang was still too weak now; the dangers were beyond predicting.

Buzz!

The immortal glow gradually faded, the illusion of the Immortal Lotus vanishing into thin air.

The interior of the Divine Tripod fell into darkness once more.

Xu Yang returned to himself, silently looking within his body.

In the Dantian void, the Twelfth Grade Immortal Lotus rested, like the incarnation of a supreme god.

The lotus radiance was flawless, surely the most wondrous thing in the world.

The surroundings were bathed in ethereal clarity.

His body grew purer, immaculate, and incomparably mighty.

"A supreme flawless body, untouched by all evils!"

"So powerful!"

Xu Yang felt that his body now appeared calm, yet was like an overwhelmingly domineering furnace—any fiendish power entering would be violently torn apart in an instant.

Even Evil Qi or demonic auras far beyond his current cultivation, his body could still resist them mightily.

"My current strength..."

"Hiss, so hungry!"

Xu Yang’s body shuddered, his eyes turning red.

An overwhelming hunger surged forth, all the embryonic immortal veins in his body squirmed madly, empty and starving for energy.

Burning endless energy for a breakthrough, forging a vast immortal foundation—now, all his power was sealed within the foundation itself.

But his immortal veins were only taking shape, needing much more energy to gestate and grow!

In just two heartbeats, Xu Yang was already ravenous.

He didn’t hesitate any longer, stepping out directly from the Celestial Refining Divine Tripod.

All around, an astonishing cold surged towards him.

Boom!

Xu Yang’s figure trembled, unleashing a terrifying devouring suction.

The massive tide of cold rushed in, immediately refined by him—as mighty as the Cold Vein energy was, it couldn’t shake his body or immortal foundation in the slightest.

Yet it was like a cup of water to a burning cart—far from enough.

This energy, though pure and vast, was insufficient.

Xu Yang’s eyes remained bloodshot; unfettered by the Cold Vein, he sped deeper within.

Wherever he passed, it was as if a giant dragon rampaged through.

He stirred a vast wave of cold, shattering endless glaciers and ice walls along the way.

The once tranquil sea of cold and ice now boiled violently, surging with wild waves.

As he advanced and devoured, one hundred and eight embryonic immortal veins in Xu Yang’s body condensed and connected, visible to the naked eye, one by one.

To become a True Immortal, strength was directly tied to the immortal veins.

With a Twelfth Grade Immortal Foundation, the number, breadth, and tenacity of those veins were undoubtedly supreme.

Now, all that was needed was energy to forge their connections.

All of a sudden, he looked far ahead, his gaze seeming to penetrate endless glaciers, alighting on a certain presence.

"What astonishing energy!"

"It must be the greatest heaven-and-earth treasure nurtured in this Cold Vein Heaven and Earth!"

Xu Yang’s throat rolled, his eyes growing redder, almost drooling.

Suddenly recalling something, he summoned the Treasure-Seeking Immortal Talisman with a thought.

He flicked a finger.

Buzz!

The Immortal Talisman immediately pointed ahead, trembling violently.

In the next moment, Xu Yang licked his lips and shot out like a bolt, wind and thunder incarnate, tearing a deep, unhealable fissure in the surface of the Cold Vein.

Frozen Peak’s Summit.

Liou Xueyan sat cross-legged—her appearance delicate, radiant with saintly purity, bathed in a thin mantle of holy light.

Beneath her, the Ice Extreme Immortal Puppet Map had reached its zenith—countless immortal seals layered atop one another, sealing the entire mountaintop so tightly that one could barely glimpse the vague outline of the Ice and Snow Immortal Dragon.

Up until now, Liou Xueyan still hadn’t fully prepared herself.

But soon—

"At most, two more days."

Liou Xueyan continually replenished her energy, condensing immortal seals ceaselessly.

She wanted, with a single strike, to fully suppress the Ice and Snow Immortal Dragon Marrow, leaving it no chance to resist. Otherwise, if it escaped her suppression this time, it would cause her endless trouble.

At the base of the peak—

Several figures suddenly looked ahead.

"Why do I feel the ground trembling?"

"Probably just your imagination."

"No, look."

"Hiss, is something coming out?"

"What a commotion! Goodness, even that long-stilled cold tide is roaring now."

"Could it be some Immortal Beast? Withdraw, quick!"

...

The disturbance swelled rapidly—not only at the mountain’s foot, even Ji Hong, Luo Jiang, Qin Qian, and others atop the peak noticed, all turning to stare intently.

Boom!

The cold tide exploded, glaciers burst asunder.

Boundless snow and frost roared through the air, surging in waves.

A blurry figure soared into the sky.

"Is that..."

"Xu Yang?"

"How is that possible—how could he still be alive?"

Qin Qian screamed, eyes wild with disbelief, as if in a dream.

"Mr. Xu! Hahaha, marvelous!" Ji Hong froze for a moment, then his face lit up with joy.

He’d known Xu Yang wouldn’t die so easily.

"Unbelievable, how did he survive?" Luo Jiang’s face was full of incredulity.

Xu Yang had been in the storm’s heart, with no hope of escape—yet he was alive, astounding.

"Alive, still?"

Yang Yuan’s face darkened; other than disciples from the Ice and Snow Immortal Palace, no one wanted Xu Yang dead more than he did.

"Mr. Xu, over here!"

Zhou Tai called out loudly.

Xu Yang glanced down.

He saw Ji Hong and Zhou Tai, and slightly raised an eyebrow in greeting.

When his gaze brushed over Qin Qian, a chilling glint flashed in his eyes.

But right now, he was simply too hungry.

He urgently needed energy to fill the emptiness from his breakthrough, to nourish his immortal veins.

Looking up at the towering peak, Xu Yang’s gaze pierced the swirling, overlapping immortal seals at the summit, landing upon a magnificent, awe-inspiring Ice and Snow Giant Dragon.

Gulp!

He swallowed, barely able to suppress the craving within.

This giant dragon was simply too wondrous!

Whoosh!

Liou Xueyan’s eyes snapped open, fixing fiercely on Xu Yang, a flash of shock in her gaze.

"It’s him... What a powerful aura."

"Huh?"

Roar!

Xu Yang raised his head and let out a deafening howl—the frozen peak erupted, countless fissures splitting the snow and ice.

Bam!

The immortal seals shrouding the Ice and Snow Giant Dragon shuddered violently.

Liou Xueyan’s face changed drastically.

Roar!

The long-slumbering Ice and Snow Immortal Dragon, at this very roar, abruptly awakened, responding with its own thunderous bellow. Its icy eyes surged with an extreme, consuming greed.

It had sensed the indescribable temptation radiating from Xu Yang beyond the peak.

This was the instinct of a Spiritual Object born from the Cold Vein!

Roar!

The giant dragon roared again, leaping forward, charging outward.

"Damn it!"

Liou Xueyan’s face went ashen at the sight. She gritted her teeth, furiously urging the Ice Extreme Immortal Puppet Map, commanding endless immortal seals to crash down upon the Ice and Snow Giant Dragon.

No more waiting—she had to act now.

Inwardly, she could have torn Xu Yang to pieces!

"Xu Yang, he—he seems to have broken through to True Immortal."

Zhou Tai shuddered, eyes wide with shock.

The might of that roar had chilled him to the bone.

Yang Yuan’s pupils shrank, voice trembling: "He said he’d forge a Ninth Grade Immortal Foundation, and now he’s a True Immortal... Impossible, absolutely impossible! Caught in the cold tide, how could he forge a Ninth Grade Immortal Foundation in so short a time?"

"Impossible!"

In the end, his voice was grim and resolute, as though he had witnessed it with his own eyes.