Celestial Refining Divine Scripture

In the Fallen Wind Immortal Wilds, a single slash drained the vast Immortal Essence of a twelve-grade Immortal Foundation.

Even he himself could hardly believe it.

It was sheer madness.

The sheer magnitude of True Essence within him, not to mention its quality, could at least rival more than a dozen Late Stage Celestial Immortals.

For it to be drained in an instant—how astounding was that?

"That slash just now... and the Four Divisions of the Daluo Saber?"

With a jolt, Xu Yang snapped back to his senses. Disregarding his weakness, he hurriedly began to recall the experience in detail.

"That slash—was like achieving mastery over the Fallen Wind Immortal Wilds."

"Man and saber became one. All the winds of heaven and earth bowed to my command."

"A single thought arises from the heart, transforming wind into blue waves, toppling the wilds of world and sky alike."

"The Four Divisions of the Daluo Saber... the Wind Division!"

Clang!

The Daluo Saber rang ceaselessly, its sound crisp and sharp to the extreme.

Xu Yang probed with care, and at once perceived a profound, mysterious presence.

Within the Daluo Saber, it was as if four subtle sources resided, matching each of the Four Divisions.

When paired with the Four Immortal Techniques, they manifested a power to shake the heavens and move ghosts and gods alike.

But with Xu Yang’s current strength, he was still far from truly unleashing the full might of the Daluo Saber.

"Because of the source."

Xu Yang’s eyes opened and closed, brilliance flashing out like electricity.

"Because the Daluo Saber drew upon my Source, and has already been brought under my control, in this process I inadvertently touched the inner source of the Wind Division within the Daluo Saber."

"That’s why, just now, such unprecedented power was awakened."

"In truth, my mastery over the Fallen Wind Immortal Wilds is still far from perfection—the true marvel was thanks to the Wind Division Source within the Daluo Saber."

This was the true might of the Four-Division Daluo Saber.

Even though what he displayed just now was terrifying beyond imagining, it still had not reached the peak.

If in the future he reached the realms of Sacred Immortal or Daluo Immortal, only then would its power reach the absolute limit.

But for Xu Yang now, this was a level of power beyond imagination.

With this move, facing Yang Tong, there would be no need for any Golden Immortal Talisman at all.

A single slash—instant kill!

"I didn’t expect to gain so much from drawing the Source."

"Even draining all my Immortal Essence in one strike would be worth it."

Xu Yang could not suppress his joy. His palm caressed the Four-Division Daluo Saber fervently. Suddenly, a thought rose in his heart: if he kept drawing the Source, could he touch the remaining three Division Sources?

If he could, then as long as he gained entry-level mastery in the other three Immortal Techniques, he could use this to unleash tremendous power with them as well.

Perhaps it could even accelerate his comprehension of the Four Divisions.

The thought no sooner arose than Xu Yang could no longer restrain himself.

His spirits lifted, but he was suddenly hit with dizziness—he had over-exerted himself, his reserves exhausted.

Xu Yang took a deep breath, quickly halted his actions, swallowed a few pills, and began recovering his strength.

The next day.

Having recovered nearly half his strength with some difficulty, Xu Yang impatiently sensed the Daluo Saber once again.

Buzz!!

At first, his perception was extremely vague.

But as he let the intent of the Fallen Wind Immortal Wilds arise, everything became clear in an instant.

The Source of the Wind Division—or one could call it its Profundity.

It was like a ball of mysterious light, like a will, or even like a boundless, vast ocean.

Xu Yang was exceedingly cautious, gently enshrouding himself in the intent of the Fallen Wind Immortal Wilds, slowly drawing near.

Invisible ripples wrapped around the void, making his spirit shudder.

All was the profoundness of wind.

Endless, inexhaustible, vast, and majestic.

It was as if there were tens of thousands of overlapping layers.

"So it is—the Four-Division Daluo Saber, nourished and forged by countless powerful Daluo experts of the Four Divisions; the Sources within must be unimaginable."

"In fact, even these Four Division Sources are not the absolute totality of the Daluo Saber’s mysteries."

As for its deeper secrets, even with his twelve-grade Immortal Foundation, he would need to reach at least the Sacred Immortal realm to even begin to touch them.

Dozens of breaths later.

Xu Yang withdrew his consciousness from the Four-Division Daluo Saber.

"It truly can help me comprehend the Four Immortal Techniques."

"But aside from the Wind Division, I sense nothing of the other three."

Xu Yang gazed at the Daluo Saber in silence for a long time, then once more invoked his twelve-grade Immortal Foundation, seeking to capture the Source.

During all this, he was extra cautious, his perception fusing tightly with the Daluo Saber, pushing his senses to their limit.

Then, at a certain moment—

As soon as one wisp of Source was absorbed and devoured by the Daluo Saber—

Xu Yang instinctively set his intent on the Immortal Slaying Rain Realm.

Buzz!

Whoosh!

Xu Yang’s heart trembled, a muffled groan escaped him, and his face turned deathly pale.

"I felt something."

"But it’s extremely faint, extremely distant—utterly incomparable to what I sensed with the Wind Division Source."

"Clearly, this too is tied to my own comprehension. Even if I have the shortcut of drawing Source, without sufficient understanding of the Four Divisions myself, I still can’t reach them."

Xu Yang sighed softly.

As for the Thunder Division and Fire Division, at present, he didn’t even need to consider them.

There was no chance whatsoever.

Yet as the Source diffused into the world, it became a world-shaking opportunity, one that could only be encountered by chance.

The Rain Division—there was still hope.

Though his comprehension of Immortal Slaying Rain was rudimentary, every bit of further insight added incrementally to his understanding.

Most crucially, though his perception of the Rain Division via the Daluo Saber was extremely distant, he could still barely sense its existence. If he pressed forward and strove, perhaps he could still obtain a few precious threads of insight from it.

At this thought, Xu Yang was filled with renewed energy.

Three Star Treasure Elixirs quietly accumulated at the bottom of the ancient mine.

Next, it was time to comprehend the secrets of the Rain Division.

If he could truly reach the Source of the Rain Division before the Starry Extreme Night ended, then this opportunity would be well worth it, even if nothing else was gained.

With that, Xu Yang prepared recovery pills, swallowed a strand of Source himself, then controlled the Four-Division Daluo Saber to swallow another strand, exerting his Primordial Spirit to the limit as he desperately sought to approach that faint trace of the Rain Division Source in his senses.

As time passed, he noticed that now and then, cultivators would pass by this place, but seeing the three banners, they would leave without hesitation.

The deterrent power of the Three Great Clans was evident.

In a blink, several days had flown by.

On this day, Xu Yang opened his eyes and exhaled a turbid breath, swallowing a pill to restore his Primordial Spirit at the same time.

His face pale, his aura felt thin and unstable.

Nearly excessive comprehension and ceaseless spending meant he could not return to peak condition for the time being, though his fighting power was not much affected.

Just as he relaxed his spirit, Xu Yang sensed the changes overtaking heaven and earth.

The Source was growing ever thicker.

Immortal Spirit Qi surged to an astonishing degree.

Above the entire valley, Immortal Spirit Qi had condensed into a thick layer of clouds.

From within the massive pit, Immortal Spirit Qi surged out like a tide, gushing forth unstoppably.

Xu Yang stiffened with alarm, and with a single bound broke through the Immortal Spirit clouds to look upon the vast sky.

All daylight had vanished—only dim, interwoven starlight remained, illuminating the world.

With the naked eye, one could see layers of dim, leaden clouds gradually forming, threatening to seal away the entire vault of stars.

"The Starry Extreme Night is almost here."

"No more than two days at most."

Xu Yang’s gaze sharpened, sweeping across the surroundings—the world faintly shimmered with wisps of precious light.

At once, he dove down and slipped into the mine tunnel.

Deep within the cavern, resurgent energies surged like a tide.

The three Star Treasure Elixirs devoured greedily, nearly turning into three great whirlpools.

The resurgence of power made even Xu Yang’s heart quake with fear.

Without the treasure elixirs, once this ancient mine fully revived, it might surpass its former self, perhaps even birthing rare and unimaginable heaven-and-earth spiritual objects.

But with the three elixirs present, such treasures could not arise.

"Still, I underestimated this place. Two elixirs have nearly matured—and the third might achieve perfection as well."

Licking his lips in satisfaction, Xu Yang confirmed all was well before turning to leave.

"The Rain Division is still a little short. The Starry Extreme Night will last seven days; if only I could find a spiritual object connected with rain, perhaps I could step further."

"No rain falling; treasures that embody the mysteries of rain will be hard to find."

Xu Yang let out a sigh.

In the next instant, he stopped his comprehension, swept atop the highest mountain, and sat to wait in silence for the arrival of the Starry Extreme Night.

The next day, at a certain moment—

Xu Yang suddenly felt all of heaven and earth begin to tremble.

He abruptly opened his eyes and looked out to see the entire vault of stars submerged in gloom. Only the faintest, most delicate glimmers of starlight remained, as if shrouded behind a thick veil of gauzy cloth.

Heaven and earth should have been draped in darkness, but now, across the boundless land, dazzling Immortal radiance, treasure lights, and mystical brilliance surged skyward, crisscrossing and shining against one another, spreading and accumulating in the half-darkened sky.

The world was awash in rainbow hues—a splendor both magnificent and sublime.

It was as if he had set foot into an utterly unknown, alien world.