Celestial Refining Divine Scripture

"Father, first make secret contact with some assassins. Iceblade should still be in the Northern Continent, right?"

"Though there hasn’t been much movement lately, he should still be there. I’ll contact him in secret soon."

Yang Yuan nodded slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. "Since he’s guarding the Four Spirits Immortal Mountain, let’s play with him for a while. Besides Iceblade, let’s find him some more trouble."

"To kill him, you’ll need at least a Late Stage Celestial Immortal, or even stronger."

Yang Tiance’s heart trembled, but when he thought of the Dan Qi behind Xu Yang, he relaxed.

"Since we’re going to do it, let’s go all the way."

Swish!

A figure appeared out of thin air—it was an old man with white hair, hands clasped behind his back. His energy was abundant, and his eyes were incomparably sharp.

"Ancestor."

"Ancestor."

Yang Yuan and Yang Tiance were shocked, quickly standing to salute respectfully.

"I still have an immortal seal for contacting assassins in the Eastern Continent."

"Eastern Continent assassins?"

Yang Yuan was stunned, then overjoyed. "Perfect! The Eastern Continent’s assassins are powerful, and their origins are a mystery—no one can trace them."

"If we really manage to kill Xu Yang, Black Fire Immortal Mountain probably won’t suspect us either."

"Hmm?"

The Yang Family’s ancestor and Yang Tiance both showed a look of surprise and doubt.

"If anyone wants Xu Yang dead the most, it’s probably the Ice and Snow Immortal Palace." Yang Yuan grinned widely.

...

"Details can wait until you finish this seclusion. For your sake, all the precious treasures the Yang Family has sought over these years have been turned into this pool of Golden Immortal Bodhi Liquid."

In the secret chamber, the Yang Family ancestor Yang Hua stood before a pool of emerald liquid, tinged with a seductive lavender hue.

At his side stood Yang Yuan.

Staring at the pool, Yang Yuan’s eyes were burning with heat and excitement.

The Golden Immortal Bodhi Liquid could increase the chance of breaking through to Golden Immortal.

But if your aptitude is lacking, miracles are still hard to come by.

Yet for him, if he could absorb and refine this entire pool of Golden Immortal Bodhi Liquid, his power would surge by leaps and bounds—even soaring straight to Late Stage Celestial Immortal was no exaggeration. His foundation would be completely transformed.

Breaking through to Golden Immortal in the future would become much easier.

To prepare this pool of Golden Immortal Bodhi Liquid, the Yang Family had secretly sought out countless treasures, spending more than ten years to complete it—a testament to its difficulty.

All of this was to let Yang Yuan soar to the heavens in one leap.

Yang Hua glanced at Yang Yuan, utterly satisfied.

Then he smiled mysteriously: "Once you finish your seclusion, this ancestor still has a gift for you."

"A gift?"

Yang Yuan was taken aback, gazing at Yang Hua with surprise and suspicion, unable to guess what it could be.

But if even the ancestor acted so, it was certainly something extraordinary.

At this thought, Yang Yuan grew even more excited.

Once I come out of seclusion, Xu Yang—even with your Ninth Grade Immortal Base—you’ll still be defeated at my hands.

If you don’t die, I’ll never have my day in the sun!

...

Four Spirits Immortal Mountain.

Xu Yang slowly opened his eyes, exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, a bitter smile on his face.

"So difficult."

"The Daluo Immortal Skill is truly too hard."

The Wind Eclipsing Immortal Wilds—he only managed to grasp it initially by luck.

Now with Immortal Slaying Rain, no matter how he meditated on it, he was stuck at a bottleneck.

A fortuitous opportunity was needed to break through the shackle and enter the threshold.

Just thinking of two more skills gave Xu Yang a headache.

Originally, he’d hoped to use these six months to master all four Immortal Skills; now it seemed that was wishful thinking—he’d underestimated the Daluo Immortal Skills.

He could only take it slow and wait for the right opportunity.

All four Immortal Skills—Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Fire—each required a unique environment and opportunity.

Achieving them is inevitable.

Only by mastering all four Immortal Skills could he truly unleash the power of the Four Daluo Sabers.

A Daluo Immortal Artifact is far more than just its edge and might on the surface.

Containing the power of all four paths, he was still unqualified to touch the true power of the Four Daluo Sabers.

Xu Yang pondered for a moment, then swept aside stray thoughts, rising to step out of the cave.

"My lord, Ye Yize and the others have sent word that they’ll visit tomorrow."

Seeing Xu Yang emerge, Lin Lang quickly walked over to report.

Xu Yang’s heart stirred—he instantly understood their intentions.

Looks like they’ve discussed it after going back.

Alchemy.

"I understand."

Xu Yang nodded lightly. "Are there any places nearby with immortal beasts showing up?"

He was preparing to stretch his muscles.

Since his breakthrough, he hadn’t truly reveled in a good battle yet.

When sparring with Yang Yuan, his foundation was still unsteady.

"Immortal beasts... About a thousand miles away, there’s a barren land—harsh environment, plenty of immortal beasts, with the strongest being at the Peak of Celestial Immortal," Lin Lang replied.

A thousand miles—just a brief journey for him.

Xu Yang’s eyes shone, and he said offhandedly, "I’ll leave things here to you. I’ll return by dawn tomorrow."

"Inform me immediately if anything happens."

"Yes."

These days, Lin Lang’s attitude and handling of matters had left Xu Yang quite satisfied. He felt completely at ease leaving things to Lin Lang.

Even given ten times the courage, Lin Lang wouldn’t dare try anything behind his back.

So Xu Yang confidently departed the Four Spirits Immortal Mountain, rushing westward at top speed.

Half an hour later.

A stretch of mountains and wilds came into view.

As Lin Lang said, it was indeed a wasteland.

The Immortal Spirit Qi was nothing compared to the Four Spirits Immortal Mountain—the land here was barren and infertile.

Xu Yang descended from the sky, making no effort to hide his aura, swaggering boldly into the interior.

In just a moment, an immortal beast had spotted Xu Yang.

Boom!

Roar!

The mountains shook; ancient trees collapsed. An enormous lion, blazing with crimson flames like a mountain, pounced viciously at Xu Yang.

"Early Stage of Celestial Immortal."

Xu Yang glanced over, expression calm, motionless.

As the giant lion’s bloodthirsty jaws came crashing down, the wind swept through the sky.

Swish, swish, swish!!

Dazzling blade lights shone like a river of stars, surging like waves, sweeping across hundreds of yards.

Fierce winds raged, blade edges bitingly cold, wild and inexhaustible in power.

Boom!

One stroke of Wind Eclipsing Immortal Wilds shredded hundreds of yards of ancient trees and boulders around, blasting the giant lion away as if it were a lone boat amidst endless waves, tossed and dropped, barely clinging to life, its body riddled with wounds, bones visible, utterly tragic.

"Still too weak."

Xu Yang approached, summoning the divine cauldron to consume his kill.

Suddenly, a disturbance rippled through the wilds.

Two powerful auras shot toward him with ferocious speed.

Obviously drawn over by the commotion here.

Xu Yang’s eyes brightened. "Two at the Middle Stage of Celestial Immortal. Excellent."

He leaped high, saber in hand, facing a striped giant python and a vicious Demon Ape launching in from two directions.

Especially the Demon Ape—its body like a towering mountain, evil qi soaring to the sky, utterly terrifying.

With power already nearing the Late Stage of Celestial Immortal.

An oppressive force bore down on Xu Yang; instead, his spirit blazed, battle intent flashing in his eyes.

Roar!

The Demon Ape and giant python flanked Xu Yang from left and right.

"Kill!"

Xu Yang twisted midair, erupting in a tempest that blotted out the sky.

The saber gleamed cold and fierce, slashing relentlessly, splitting heaven and earth itself.

The giant python and Demon Ape fought ferociously, entangling with Xu Yang, their strength forcing him to keep fending them off. In just moments, dozens of blows were exchanged.

Xu Yang had yet to gain the upper hand.

But he only fought fiercer the longer the battle lasted.

His Twelfth Grade Immortal Base blazed brilliantly, immortal yuan surging endlessly—vast and limitless—pouring forth without end.

Evil qi surged around, yet could not penetrate his flawless, pure body in the slightest.

At a certain moment—

Xu Yang forced the Demon Ape back with one blow; suddenly, a biting wind screamed from behind.

He smiled confidently, whirling about like lightning.

Bang!

The giant python lashed out and hit only empty air.

Xu Yang shot away like a lightning bolt, his blade slashing open the python’s scales, leaving a gaping, bloody wound.

Screaming in pain, the giant python twisted its body and sprayed a torrent of psychedelic poison mist at Xu Yang, jaws agape.

The poison mist burst forth; all the verdant grass and trees withered in an instant, rubble corroded and vanished, the toxicity alarming in its intensity.

Xu Yang’s brow lifted. Facing the charging python and Demon Ape, he neither dodged nor avoided; instead, he let the overwhelming poison mist engulf him.