Celestial Refining Divine Scripture

Their faces were all twisted into cold sneers.

Now, even if Xu Yang had three heads and six arms, even wings wouldn’t help him escape.

Zhao Hong grinned at Mr. Qin, "Mr. Qin, this bastard’s arrogance knows no bounds. What should we do with him?"

Qin Qian replied indifferently, "A direct disciple of Dan Qi, a core disciple of the Black Fire Immortal Mountain, naturally cannot die here; but though he’s spared from death, he won’t escape punishment!"

Here, no one took note.

He made no effort to hide it anymore.

His hatred for Xu Yang ran bone-deep!

If he didn’t torment him, how could he be satisfied?

"Xu Yang, you probably haven’t tasted the Cold Technique of my Ice and Snow Immortal Palace yet."

Qin Qian smiled sinisterly, "With the severe cold, I’ll first freeze your flesh and blood—even your immortal energy won’t break the ice; then comes your Dantian, your Immortal Seed, and your Primordial Spirit."

"By then, you’ll still be conscious; and then, with cold needles refined from Evil Qi, I’ll pierce them into your bones and spirit, letting your body and soul savor an unprecedented ice-cold rampage together."

"Unable to live, unable to die—your heart frozen through, enduring endless torment in the glacial seal."

Hearing that, all three of Zhao Hong’s group looked triumphant.

Xu Yang sneered, "So you’re that certain I’m finished?"

"Still playing tricks when death is at the door."

Zhao Hong sneered with disdain.

Qin Qian frowned slightly, looking sullen: "If you kneel right now and beg me for mercy, I might consider letting you suffer a little less."

To make Xu Yang kneel, humiliate him cruelly, and secretly record it all.

And when they got out, spread it everywhere.

This would leave Xu Yang and Black Fire Immortal Mountain utterly disgraced, and reclaim all the pride that the Ice and Snow Immortal Palace lost before.

"Qin Qian, if you kneel now and beg me, I guarantee I’ll spare you in the future!"

Xu Yang licked his lips and mocked back.

"What did you say?"

"Courting death!"

Qin Qian’s face darkened, impatience flaring in his gaze. His body flickered, unleashing a strong killing intent, and shot out violently.

Xu Yang had been prepared long ago.

Swoosh!

The Celestial Refining Divine Tripod abruptly appeared, erupting with the limits of the ancient Evil Qi he could channel, surging out to block Qin Qian.

Meanwhile, he flashed and darted inside, the tripod turning, its opening aimed downward.

Boom!

Bam!

The Evil Qi only checked Qin Qian for an instant before shattering. Staring at the giant tripod, he frowned deeply—but without hesitation, he slammed his palm downward.

The Divine Tripod vibrated violently, plummeting toward the earth.

"Mr. Qin, this tripod is strange—he’s trying to use it to escape!" Zhao Hong’s face changed. He chased after, shouting aloud.

"Hmph, trying to run?"

Qin Qian sneered, bursting forth at a shocking speed, in the blink of an eye catching up with the tripod.

Immortal energy roared around him, condensing into myriad frost runes, weaving together at breakneck pace, turning into a massive heavenly net that enveloped a hundred yards, carrying a deadly chill as it swept down over the Divine Tripod.

Once ensnared, there’d be no escape.

But Xu Yang was ready for just such a situation.

The Celestial Refining Divine Tripod was no ordinary cauldron!

Xu Yang’s Primordial Spirit erupted, drawing on the Evil Qi within the miniature immortal world and the Heaven-Locking Divine Chains at the surface, unleashing the tripod’s full power.

A vast and ancient might surged up, ready to burst forth.

The heavenly net swept down at lightning speed.

No one noticed, far in the distance, a monstrous tidal wave of cold surged inexorably closer.

In the blink of an eye, it swept through the entire icy underground palace.

Rumble!

Crack!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

Piercing, violent shattering and the rushing of cold waves exploded at once; surrounding ice layers and walls shattered like fragile paper as if struck by thunder.

The storm of cold raged overhead, from far to near, a doomsday tempest destroying everything in its path like dead wood ground to dust.

Even the Cold Vein deep beneath began to quake and crack.

"What’s that?"

"What’s going on?"

"Run—get out of here!"

Li Qingtian shrieked in terror.

Seeing that cold maelstrom, he felt no bigger than an ant, about to be swatted out of existence.

Zhao Hong’s face turned deathly pale, body quivering violently.

Before it even arrived, the net Qin Qian summoned was shattered apart.

He stared dumbstruck at the scene, as if he’d seen a ghost.

"How could such a terrifying storm erupt?"

RUMBLE!

Earth-shattering, heaven-rending booms rang out from afar.

For a thousand miles, the ice shelf completely gave way.

In the distance, they could just see peaks of ice crumbling and toppling down.

A splendid, ancient panorama unfolded in the sky, line after line of immortal puppets rampaged across it.

"It’s Miss Liou... damn it!"

Qin Qian’s eyes twitched wildly—what is Liou Xueyan doing? She’s actually summoned the Immortal Puppet Map...

Crack!

A sharp, ringing sound snapped in his ear.

Qin Qian’s pupils shrank, frightened into a shriek: "The Cold Vein, the Cold Vein actually broke...

"Run!"

At that point, he didn’t dare think anymore.

But even as he fled, he flung a frosty fist mark at the Celestial Refining Divine Tripod—the clash boomed, then the tripod crashed downward even harder.

"Even if your cauldron is something out of the ordinary, with the Cold Vein bursting and destruction sweeping the world, you’re finished!"

Qin Qian grinned cruelly, fleeing like a madman for the rear.

Zhao Hong and the other two had already rushed off in full flight.

The tripod plummeted without pause.

Xu Yang, too, sensed something was terribly wrong outside.

His Primordial Spirit reached out—and he was instantly staggered.

"Damn it!"

"That’s...Liou Xueyan!"

"Is she insane?"

Such a terrifying formation—sweeping over thousands of miles?

There were still so many disciples of the Ice and Snow Immortal Palace caught in there.

And when he realized even the Cold Vein below was destroyed, Xu Yang was thoroughly stunned.

Suddenly, an indescribable cold surged in.

Xu Yang shuddered, hurriedly withdrawing his Primordial Spirit, burying himself tightly within the tripod.

Boom!

The tripod plunged into the Cold Vein’s flood, its surface instantly sheathed in a thick coat of ice, crystallizing solid.

And then, churned relentlessly by the tidal waves unleashed by the shattered Cold Vein.

Moreover, it wasn’t just one Cold Vein breaking.

The mighty glaciers and frigid mountains for ten thousand miles around collapsed completely—blizzards howled, cold tides raged, surging skyward.

Countless figures fled in terror, their screams shrill and desperate.

Liou Xueyan struggled to control the Immortal Puppet Map, staggering puppet after puppet snatching a few disciples to safety; but the overwhelming might soon forced even the Map to its limit.

Lips bitten tight, eyes shining with struggle, Liou Xueyan made a snap decision—she stowed away the Immortal Puppet Map and flashed away.

Leaving behind ten thousand miles ravaged by the cold, snow-waves crashing like dragons, ripping sky and earth apart; countless immortal beasts, snow fiends, and living things—weaker ones crushed to pieces, merging into the icy storm, stronger ones struggling a moment longer only to meet the same end.

In just a few dozen heartbeats, this vast territory was utterly devoid of life.

Those who escaped or happened to be at the region’s edge now all trembled in terror.

"What on earth just happened?"

"What did Miss Liou do to trigger such a horrendous storm? I think I saw the Cold Vein break."

"Damn it—a lot of people didn’t make it out."

"Miss Liou, isn’t that too ruthless?"

...

Elsewhere, Qin Qian, Zhao Hong, and the other two panted in exhaustion, bodies covered in wounds.

If they hadn’t run fast enough, they’d have died in there for sure.

They’d survived, but now were left only with terror and dread—a brush with death at hell’s gate.

Qin Qian swallowed hard, completely clueless why Liou Xueyan had stirred up mayhem on such a scale—but thinking of Xu Yang, that bastard, he was surely dead now!

A core disciple of Black Fire Immortal Mountain, a personal student of Dan Qi, dying here—there would certainly be trouble to come.