Celestial Refining Divine Scripture

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The three Star Treasure Elixirs were cast by Xu Yang directly into the deepest part of the ancient mine, positioned on three sides, forming a tripartite stance like the legs of a tripod.

At once, a single thought spurred them to activate.

He sensed briefly—the runes on the surface of the Star Treasure Elixirs were already ablaze, beginning to devour the proliferating Immortal Spirit Qi in the surroundings.

But what they consumed was not merely Immortal Spirit Qi.

In the Starry Extreme Night, Origin descended in torrents.

Though this Origin had been diluted through countless layers, it remained a supreme existence beyond the gaze of those below Golden Immortal—bearing a fate-defying fortune.

This formless Origin brought with it the power of revival and sublimation.

Though the Star Treasure Elixir could not swallow the true Origin, it could devour the intangible revival and sublimation arising from its presence.

The power of revival and sublimation—without shape or substance—could be simply understood as Origin that, after merging into the world through repeated dilution, had been weakened again manifold times.

It was altogether incomparable to Immortal Spirit Qi, incomparably precious.

Ordinary folk, even those at the Peak of Celestial Immortal, lack the ability to absorb it, able only to seize those revived and sublimated treasures of heaven and earth arising from it.

The Ancient Shadow Gold Mine had already become completely abandoned, but because of this, it was shrouded in greater Origin, bringing unimaginable revival and sublimation.

Xu Yang nodded in satisfaction, turned, and sped away.

The rest required none of his concern.

This ancient mine, with its current surging Power of Origin, could nurture at the very least two Star Treasure Elixirs to completion—perhaps even more astoundingly so.

Such fortune is rare beyond seeking.

With this blessed ground secured, he still had many affairs to tend to.

The three banners billowed high, a mighty deterrent.

Xu Yang’s gaze swept across the three banners, then summoned the Celestial Refining Divine Tripod, letting it land in the heart of the valley.

With a single thought—

The Divine Tripod erupted with boundless devouring suction, spreading rapidly to the edge of the mountains and wilds; within, the minor Immortal Realm also stirred with the wind.

Instanly, the Immortal Spirit Qi throughout heaven and earth was drawn forth, swirling forth like a cyclone.

In but the time of a quarter hour—

The entire region of the Ancient Shadow Gold Mine was shrouded in a thin layer of Immortal Spirit Qi, appearing from afar like a gauzy immortal radiance as thin as a cicada’s wing.

As time flowed, this would condense into Immortal Spirit Mist, thick and surging, locking the realm firmly beneath its tide.

Obscuring it from any prying eyes outside.

And with the three banners raised, few but the foolish would dare trespass.

Of course, even Xu Yang could not be wholly at ease.

Some vigilance was still needed.

He sat down cross-legged, splitting his attention with the Celestial Refining Divine Tripod to sense the surroundings, while focusing the majority of his will on operating the Twelfth Grade Immortal Foundation, seeking out the faint Origin dispersed in the world between heaven and earth.

This was the true business at hand.

This faint Origin was akin to a supreme treasure.

Devour as much as he could—each droplet of faint Origin would further temper the Twelfth Grade Immortal Foundation, deepening its roots. Though his cultivation level would not break through in a short time, it would certainly strengthen his combat power.

And when the day came for him to break through, it would render great benefit.

About half a quarter of an hour passed.

Xu Yang began his effort, unleashing the might of his Immortal Foundation at full force, capturing a wispy thread of faint Origin.

Rumble!

That familiar, terrifying agony struck once more.

As if his flesh were being grated from bone, as if ten thousand ants gnawed at his soul.

Pain so exquisite it defied endurance, almost unbearable.

Though he had experienced it once before, the second time was just as excruciating.

Xu Yang clenched his teeth, his whole body trembling like a sieve, withstanding it with difficulty.

Every thread of Origin was a new ascension for his being.

Flesh, Immortal Essence, Primordial Spirit.

Just like the myriad temperings—ten thousand or a hundred thousand times—before forging the Immortal Foundation.

The terrifying thing was—this was already on the foundation of the Twelfth Grade Immortal Foundation.

Only Origin of such caliber could bear such miraculous effect.

If Dan Qi knew—his eyeballs would surely pop in shock.

For even Golden Immortal experts dare not claim to easily absorb this Origin.

Half a day passed in its toll—

Only then did Xu Yang escape from that state.

Examining his flesh and bones, an obvious transformation had occurred.

His cultivation had not changed, but he could distinctly feel a rise in his battle strength.

"Hm?"

Xu Yang’s brow arched in sudden realization; he flipped his hand, summoning forth the Fourfold Daluo Saber.

"Why has it grown quiet?"

Just now, he had distinctly sensed a fluctuation from the Fourfold Daluo Saber.

Xu Yang scrutinized it for a moment, a thought stirring in his mind.

Again he stirred his Immortal Foundation, probing for Origin.

Clang!

The Fourfold Daluo Saber let out a crisp cry; its blade vibrated intensely, restless and eager, as if it could hardly wait.

At this, Xu Yang’s heart gave a jolt: "Could it be that the Fourfold Daluo Saber too perceives the presence of Origin? That it wishes to draw upon it?"

"But how is this to be accomplished?"

The Fourfold Daluo Saber absorbing Origin was undoubtedly a good omen.

The key was...

Xu Yang’s brows slowly furrowed; with a curved palm he caressed the blade, attuning himself to its undulations, hoping to discover some clue within those tremors.

After dozens of breaths—

Xu Yang was taken aback, but followed the pulse of the Daluo Saber, reflecting it against his Twelfth Grade Immortal Foundation.

Majestic, resplendent immortal radiance shone all about; the illusory form of the Twelfth Grade Immortal Foundation appeared, slowly encircling the Fourfold Daluo Saber.

Buzz!!

The Daluo Saber trembled relentlessly, made dazzling brilliant within the Foundation’s glow.

Under Xu Yang’s guidance, a thread of Origin was captured, surging forth towards the phantom of the Foundation.

And in the instant as it approached the Foundation—Xu Yang urged the Fourfold Daluo Saber to flash blade-light like lightning.

Pop!

That trace of Origin was swallowed by the Fourfold Daluo Saber.

In that moment, the Daluo Saber rang resoundingly, a clear tone pleasing to the ear.

Unmatched blade intent burst everywhere, rampaging about the void.

Xu Yang even felt joy and excitement surge from within the saber itself.

"A Daluo Immortal Artifact—the Origin can be devoured by Golden Immortals, and greatly benefits them; it’s little wonder the Fourfold Daluo Saber would be capable as well."

Xu Yang’s gaze blazed with sharp light; apparently, Origin was indeed beneficial to the Fourfold Daluo Saber.

"Hm?"

Tuning into the Daluo Saber’s resonance, Xu Yang suddenly sensed a strange ripple—vaguely familiar, in a way hard to describe.

"This is... the aura of wind."

Xu Yang’s heart fluttered; his spirit instinctively merged into the Fourfold Daluo Saber.

In a daze, it was as if a tempest burst within his spiritual consciousness.

Rumble!

Whoosh whoosh!!

Winds tore through the firmament, twisting heaven and earth, shaking mountains and toppling peaks, writhing cosmic order.

In an instant—

Xu Yang instinctively gripped the Fourfold Daluo Saber, shooting into the sky.

"Windfallen Immortal Wilds!"

One slash rose—and heaven and earth changed color.

The Immortal Spirit Qi shrouding the valley was savagely ripped apart; a dazzling blade light manifested into a thousand-zhang tempest, swirling like a typhoon, brimming with boundless sharpness, casting down tumult upon the world.

Hundreds of miles from the Ancient Shadow Gold Mine, several cultivators were rushing this way, when they suddenly halted, all turning their eyes skyward.

A storm raged—countless blade-lights gathering into infinity.

Blazing glare, stunning terror.

The blade-light storm, elusive as the wind, tore apart the cosmos, threatening destruction to heaven and earth alike.

Though far off, each drew sharp breaths, souls quaking in awe.

"What a terrifying saber intent."

"What level of expert could unleash this?"

"Seems like it’s coming from the Ancient Shadow Gold Mine."

"At the very least, this must be a Blade Dao Divine Technique from a Peak Celestial Immortal."

They exchanged solemn looks, hesitated, and then sped onward.

As they drew near, the remnants of the storm slowly faded; the entire mountain range yet quivered, and at the outskirts, countless plants and great stones were obliterated inch by inch—like the aftermath of an endless ocean’s assault.

And most striking of all were the three banners snapping in the wind.

"Ye, Ming, Yang..."

"Hiss! Who would have expected that the three great clans still jointly control this realm."

"There must be at least three Peak Celestial Immortal experts within."

"Flee!"

Without hesitation, they turned and ran.

Within the valley—

Xu Yang landed in disarray, his face pale as paper, his whole body shaking, exhaustion writ clear across him.

He swallowed hard, voice trembling: "To think—it drained the vast Immortal Essence of my Twelfth Grade Immortal Foundation in an instant..."