Celestial Refining Divine Scripture

These nineteen anchor points were left in the Endless Void by the experts of the Demon Immortal faction in those years. To accomplish this, one had to be at least at the Saint Immortal level, likely even a Daluo Immortal.

The Fourfold Daluo Saber is the key to identifying and finding these anchor points.

But one always fears accidents.

For example, several anchor points have disappeared over countless years; or perhaps they suffered some impact during the period, causing the anchor points to collapse and become impossible to find.

Of course, that’s still not the worst.

If ordinary anchor points are lost, so be it—as long as the one closest to the Immortal Realm remains, we can still locate it.

What one really fears is...

"Jinx!"

Gu Jun cursed with a laugh.

In this place, only Gu Jun dared to scold him so casually.

Nevertheless, the tension that had initially filled the group began to dissipate.

"If something really goes wrong, then it’s just our bad luck. If we die, we die—let’s be done with it and save ourselves the anxiety!"

"To be able to set foot on the Immortal Road is already an unparalleled blessing. Back then, I’d already prepared myself for death, and yet not only did I survive, I even became an immortal! Hahaha."

"I still believe that with Mr. Xu here, he’s the very embodiment of luck. With Mr. Xu around, nothing unexpected will happen."

...

Many people inside the immortal coffin started to joke around, the oppressive atmosphere thoroughly dispelled.

Seeing this, Xu Yang couldn’t help but smile knowingly.

The immortal coffin continued to ascend, breaking through the Endless Void, casting faint immortal radiance, looking as though it would be swallowed and torn by darkness at any instant.

At a certain moment—

Xu Yang flicked a finger against the Daluo Saber.

The crowd turned their attention at once, solemn and grave.

After several breaths—

Xu Yang grinned, "The first anchor point is still here."

Immediately, the Daluo Saber unfurled, a route appearing upon the coffin wall.

The residing True Immortal controlling the coffin instantly steered it along this route.

Everyone was elated.

The first anchor point is intact—undeniably a good start.

Since the first one is unscathed, odds are the rest should be fine as well.

The immortal coffin sped onward.

As time passed, tranquility gradually settled over those within.

With no energy to cultivate, all they could do was ponder their inherited legacies and immortal techniques.

This mood was oppressive, but having reached this level, such pressure was something they could easily endure.

During this time, a True Immortal’s power could sustain for about a few months before another would take over.

Aside from reflecting on the Windfall Immortal Wilds, Xu Yang’s main task was probing the anchor points.

The second anchor, third, fourth... most presented no issue; the coffin passed one after another, moving ever closer to the Immortal Realm.

But midway—after the eleventh anchor point, they could no longer find the twelfth or thirteenth anchors.

With no other choice, they had to rely on a faint sense of direction, heading straight along a single line toward the end.

Though they deviated off course, fortune favored their misfortune—they directly arrived at the seventeenth anchor point.

By then, two years had already passed.

Two years—in immortality, or even just in cultivating within the Spirit Realm—was not much.

A single closed-door cultivation would last years with ease.

But here, two years felt endlessly prolonged, like twenty years.

Xu Yang felt the slowness of time acutely.

Each day dragged by like a year!

How many years had it been since he began his cultivation?

Only two or three at most.

Yet traversing the void here had already taken over two years.

Boundless darkness, nothing but deathly silence suffocating enough to drive one mad.

Even the powerful could lose themselves.

Xu Yang gazed at the rest within the coffin.

The True Immortals, drained of strength, sat meditating to the side, faces pale as paper.

Shi Hu and Stone Jade occasionally opened their eyes, staring dazedly at the outside world.

Gu Jun, Xue Ming, and the others—traces of worry and confusion flickered in their eyes.

They seemed calm, but none were at peace within.

After a long time—

Xu Yang inhaled deeply, closed his eyes, and let his mind submerge into the four immortal techniques.

In this desolation, only cultivation could pass the time.

...

"The eighteenth anchor point!"

"Only one stop left, the final anchor is already very clear."

Xu Yang’s excited voice echoed through the coffin.

The group’s spirits lifted instantly.

They were almost there.

Clang!

The Fourfold Daluo Saber suddenly trembled and rang out.

Xu Yang was stunned, lowering his head in bewilderment.

The Daluo Saber quivered ceaselessly in his hand, radiating fierce sharpness as if sending a warning.

"What’s wrong?"

Everyone looked over suspiciously.

Xu Yang’s heart jolted—he suddenly lifted his gaze to the outside world.

He saw that in the darkness ahead, it was as if a hidden domain of the five elements had burst forth—dazzling five-colored light erupted, blinding and terrifying, spreading madly.

"Wh-what’s that?"

Shi Hu pointed at the coffin wall, his whole body trembling, stammering, "Is... is that the Immortal Realm?"

"Absolutely impossible! Damn it!"

Can Sutian’s face changed dramatically.

No sooner had he spoken than the elder at the helm of the coffin cried out urgently, "A powerful shockwave is approaching! I can’t take it alone!"

"Anyone with strength left, get over here!"

With a roar, Can Sutian’s shout reverberated through the coffin.

Xu Yang saw the blazing light outside swallow a fourth of the visible darkness as it surged towards their position.

Though the brilliance was uplifting in the darkness, here it was laced with boundless killing intent.

Could the immortal coffin withstand it?

What on earth was coming?

Xu Yang leapt up, channeling all that remained of the Purest Essence Qi from his divine cauldron into his body.

He unleashed his immortal essence without reservation.

The coffin was so silent, only the billowing tides of immortal essence remained.

Everyone desperately poured out their last reserves of energy to maintain the coffin’s control.

One after another, their eyes stayed fixed on the transparent coffin wall.

Vast and dazzling, the light surged closer and closer.

Beads of sweat as large as beans slid from their foreheads.

Minds empted, hearts seized!

Scalp tingling!

They hovered on the razor’s edge of life and death.

"It’s coming."

Xu Yang gripped the Fourfold Daluo Saber with trembling hands.

BOOM!

"What the fuck is that thing?"

"An immortal beast?"

Their terrified screams were drowned out by the roar of the surging wave.

In the final instant before vision was consumed by the light, Xu Yang caught sight of a mountain-sized immortal crane in the heart of the radiance.

The crane spread its wings, unleashing a mighty storm of immortal light that twisted the darkness in its wake.

Its feathers were flawless, radiating a holiness beyond compare.

Most peculiar was the top of its head, where a resplendent five-colored blossom sat, making for a bizarre sight.

Xu Yang’s first thought: "How ugly!"

This crane ought to be exquisite and majestic—

But with that flower, it looked especially out of place.

Bang!

Crack!

A shrill noise suddenly rang in his ears.

Xu Yang’s face turned ashen.

"Damn it, the coffin is cracking!"

"Careful!"

"Xu Yang—!"

CRASH!

The immortal coffin shattered into pieces.

A torrent of force struck them head-on.

Xu Yang felt himself swept up, utterly out of control.

Desperately, he unleashed the Fourfold Daluo Saber to shield himself.

Vaguely, he heard the shouts and screams of Xue Ming, Shi Hu, Gu Jun, Stone Feng and the others.

"Shit!"

Xu Yang bit his lip, drawing blood that spattered from his mouth.

His sight spun—he saw shadowy figures swallowed by the immortal light.

Then, an even more horrific sight met his eyes.

The immortal crane was opening its beak, devouring a massive floating continent lost in the darkness.

Apparently, that was the source of this terrifying storm.

Thwack!

Xu Yang spewed a mouthful of blood, sent spiraling unsteadily through the storm, thoroughly battered.

Only the violet-gold immortal light enshrouding the Daluo Saber barely kept him safe.

"Everyone has to survive..."

Xu Yang struggled to look back upon the coffin’s shattered remains—he could only see endless waves of immortal light, surging like a tidal flood.

Before his mind could even react, his vision blurred and went black.