Celestial Refining Divine Scripture

These four Immortal Skills correspond to the Four Divisions of Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Fire.

The Four Divisions of Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Fire are of extraordinary origin.

Back then, in the Demon Immortal camp, the supreme experts of the Four Divisions were all Daluo Immortals.

Above Daluo Immortal, there are only Emperor Immortal and Ancestral Immortal. Though it’s unknown just how powerful those realms are, even so, it’s clear these are first-class existences in the Immortal Domain—much like the True Sovereign or Shenshao of the Spirit Realm, both undeniably mighty beings.

With this saber, the Asura Blood Saber and the Immortal Artifact Embryo obtained before have become useless.

The difference between them is like clouds and mud.

Xu Yang intended to leave these last two sabers here before departing, to mark a path and wait for those who come after.

"How profound... too profound."

After observing for a while, Xu Yang only felt dizzy and dazed.

He didn’t even dare to contemplate all four divisions, only the Wind Division’s "Windfall Immortal Wilds"—yet found it already so abstruse as to defy description.

For now, he had only a vague understanding.

With the subtlety of Wind, sweeping across the open wilds, it annihilates all life in its path!

"With a single saber, the wind fills the wilds—Immortals fall!"

Once more Xu Yang sank within it.

The Wind Division Immortal Skill naturally revealed illusions for one to comprehend.

But its profundity ran so deep, he could scarcely glimpse its secrets from within.

The Immortal shadow—ghostly and unfathomable.

Standing upon void, wielding the saber at will, ethereal as dream and mist.

In an instant—!

Winds rise, clouds sweep the wilderness, boundless and endless, like the Calamity Ghost Wind Sea itself—shredding the will of heaven, severing the thread of life!

But after just a moment, Xu Yang wavered in a dizzy haze.

"Daluo Immortal Skill—difficult, difficult, difficult!"

"I have not yet become a True Immortal. No matter how keen my comprehension, I can scarcely glimpse its source!"

A wry smile appeared on Xu Yang’s face as he helplessly shook his head.

But he did not wholly give up.

He tempered the Four Daluo Sabers as he recovered to his peak, then continued his sleepless contemplation.

Such Immortal Skills offer no shortcuts!

Clarity emerges only through ceaseless accumulation and effort.

Half a year—long or short, depending on the heart.

To these people, it was almost as nothing, perhaps little more than a fleeting blink of the eye.

There was no energy to absorb here, either.

In the Divine Cauldron remained some Purest Essence Qi that had yet to be refined; Xu Yang dared not exhaust it completely.

On the journey to the Immortal Domain, who could know what unforeseen perils awaited? Some Purest Essence Qi had to be set aside for emergencies.

...

"Winds arise amidst the wilds...the wind is born at the tip of the green duckweed, the wave forms amidst the faintest of ripples!"

Xu Yang trembled all over. This line, seen long ago in his childhood books at the Daqian Beixuan Royal Mansion, surfaced from memory, suddenly stirring an earth-shaking wave in his heart.

To wield the saber at will—winds rising at the very tip of the duckweed, waves forming from slight ripples...

"Wind!!"

Xu Yang’s eyes snapped open; within his heart, a strand of inexpressible, ineffable inspiration surged forth.

He seemed to have grasped something.

Swoosh!

Xu Yang straightened up and, somewhat stiffly, began to swing the Four Daluo Sabers.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!!

Chaotic, formless—like a child wildly waving his beloved toy.

Yet as time passed, within that chaos, a mysterious and wondrous rhythm emerged.

Swoosh!

Whoosh!

The Daluo Saber swept, and the wind stirred.

As the wind rose, immortal radiance undulated, swaying amidst subtle ripples!

"What is he doing?"

Shi Hu looked up bewildered at Xu Yang’s uncanny actions, unable to see through, unable to fathom.

"I don’t know."

"He’s most likely practicing a saber art—such a saber of extraordinary origin must surely contain a profound Immortal Dao skill!"

Stone Jade shook her head gently, murmuring, "But this seems without order, devoid of secrets, utterly strange."

Xue Ming mused, "If it holds within it an Immortal Skill, it must be no ordinary thing. This boy’s comprehension’s not poor, but he hasn’t set foot in the realm of True Immortal—if he hopes to gain something, it won’t be so easy."

"The half-year period is nearly up."

Suddenly—

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

Violent winds surged, wind sweeping the heavens, waves crashing in their wake.

The group’s eyes widened in shock.

They saw Xu Yang like a willow branch swept up in the wind, twisting and swaying mid-air, the Daluo Saber maneuvered at his will. The wild dance of the saber lights stirred wind and waves from nothingness, spreading out several dozen zhang in every direction.

The wind’s sound was subtle, but the roar of the waves increased with terrifying speed.

In just a few breaths, the waves struck like thunder, crashing in explosive peals.

At a certain instant—

Xu Yang suddenly swept his saber in a broad arc, his figure plunging downward at great speed.

Puff puff puff!!

Pa pa pa pa!!

Wind and wave ceased in an instant!

On the mountaintop’s edge, space violently twisted, vast and tumultuous; stones shattered, tumbling and rolling down.

Even crevices in the rock were deepened under the impact.

They must remember—this was Beili Immortal Mountain.

Ordinary force cannot so easily shake it.

Such a casual, seemingly inscrutable saber technique—yet it wrought all this?

The group could only think: "What kind of joke is this?"

Xu Yang crouched halfway to the ground, panting harshly, his face utterly pale.

His Immortal Power was scarcely consumed, yet his will and spirit were as if after a war of ten thousand years: muddled with sleepiness, spent to the extreme.

Biting his tongue hard, Xu Yang looked at the traces around him, wild joy surging in his eyes.

"Half a year of contemplation, and I’ve finally grasped the faintest edge!"

No more than a faintest edge.

Yet its mystery thrilled him far more than the mighty effects he had just unleashed.

That was a single flash of insight—a stepping stone to the first threshold of entry.

It had taken half a year to ascend but the very first step.

To truly cross the threshold would require ascending thousands, tens of thousands of steps more.

Yet this first step—was a momentous leap.

"Xu Yang, was that saber technique hidden within the blade?" Shi Hu could not help but approach and ask.

From the disturbance at the end, it clearly was no small matter.

Xu Yang caught his breath and replied: "Yes, the Daluo Immortal Skill. Half a year and I have barely grasped the faintest edge!"

"Daluo Immortal Skill? Daluo Immortal?"

Shi Hu’s eyes went round with shock.

Seeing Xu Yang nod, Shi Hu’s facial muscles twitched, then he turned away abruptly down the mountain.

"No wonder we saw nothing but chaos, unable to glimpse a thing—that isn’t something we could comprehend."

"Damn, even a fragment is monstrous!"

"What do you mean?"

"Daluo Immortal Skill, damn it!"

"Daluo Immortal... tsk!"

...

Leaving aside the confusion and awe below, Xu Yang managed to sit and closed his eyes, regulating his breath.

These four Immortal Skills undoubtedly exhausted his Primordial Spirit’s will greatly.

At present, he would slowly contemplate them. To truly cultivate, he must wait till he stepped into True Immortal, even Celestial Immortal, Golden Immortal!

To have even a thread of gain left him thoroughly content.

Several days later—

The appointed time arrived.

Atop the Immortal Mountain, the group assembled.

There were more than thirty people, fourteen True Immortals among them.

Together they gazed long toward the direction of the Spirit Realm, before at last Can Sutian turned toward the Immortal Coffin.

"It is time to depart."

"Set forth, Immortal Domain!"

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!!

All buried their emotions, stepping resolutely into the Immortal Coffin.

The True Immortals acted, controlling the Immortal Coffin.

Xu Yang, wielding the Daluo Saber, revealed the Anchor Point.

As for the Anchor Point, he had already left its mark upon the wall of Beili Immortal Mountain—most conspicuous.

Any who came after would find it with ease.

Swoosh!

The Immortal Coffin sealed tight, shining forth, transformed into a bolt of lightning and shot soaring upward, vanishing into the Endless Void.

Within the coffin, every one was tense, nerves taut as they stared out at the endless darkness and nothingness, their hearts restless and unsettled.

"Nineteen Anchor Points in all—may none have met with mishap!"

Xu Yang took a deep breath and, in a grave voice, broke the silence.