Celestial Refining Divine Scripture

Xu Yang was dazed, his spirit lost, deeply shaken and enraptured by all of this.

For a long time.

He suddenly stood up, fierce light erupting in his eyes, reflecting the arcane radiance between heaven and earth.

"The Starry Extreme Night has begun."

As the words fell, multicolored mystical lights from all directions suddenly swelled, merging and intersecting, ebbing and flowing like tides, all kinds of hues weaving together, dividing heaven and earth into dazzling fragments of illusion.

Scenes such as this are truly beyond imagination.

Between heaven and earth, primordial essence thickened, immortal energy surged wildly.

Xu Yang sensed an endless, surging vitality erupting from beneath the ground.

All things reviving, all things ascending.

Saplings everywhere grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Green grass flourished, reaching upward, blooming radiant flowers in a blink.

Even lands withered and bleak were quickly enveloped by boundless vitality.

It was an indescribable, magnificent golden age.

Whoever could claim such blessed ground would gain a peerless opportunity.

Especially those ancient sect strongholds, situated within immortal mountains and grotto heavens—at such an epoch, utterly unimaginable metamorphosis and ascension would occur, accumulating heaven-and-earth treasures unseen for centuries or millennia.

Xu Yang was immersed in these transformations, unable to imagine what upheaval the Black Fire Immortal Mountain would undergo.

That was, after all, the foremost immortal mountain treasure land of North Province.

"If I were at Black Fire Immortal Mountain now, I could comprehend the Fire Division’s Immortal Technique."

Black Fire Immortal Mountain, teeming with flames, would certainly thrive immensely at this time.

But for the sake of those three precious pellets, even if he left the ancient mine, he could not wander far.

"There will be other chances in the future. For now, the Wind and Rain Divisions are enough for me to study. Add in the Fire Division now, and I’ll be biting off more than I can chew."

Xu Yang inhaled deeply, cast aside stray thoughts, rose into the air, and surveyed the world from afar.

Dimly, he saw figures in the distance locked in struggle, fighting over radiant treasures.

"Hm?"

"Fallen Ancient Star..."

Xu Yang shuddered, his gaze locked onto a spot in the heavens.

A dazzling ancient star pierced through the dark clouds, illuminating its own domain, tearing through heaven and earth at breakneck speed, soaring toward somewhere unknown.

Even from vast distance, Xu Yang felt a chill in his soul and a sense of annihilation.

"Too far,"

Xu Yang sighed, quickly restraining the divine light in his eyes.

Ancient stars are the greatest opportunities of the Starry Extreme Night, able to mold the immortal foundation, and immensely beneficial to Golden Immortal experts as well.

Ordinary people are simply unqualified to vie for them.

Those with the right are all top-tier prodigies of aristocratic houses like Yang Yuan, and myriad Golden Immortals.

The direction in which this first ancient star fell, Xu Yang could barely make out.

It was foreseeable that before he could even arrive, it would already have been seized by others.

"Such an ancient star opportunity is dispensable for me."

"But if one falls close by, and there is hope, then perhaps I’ll fight for it."

He possessed a twelfth-grade immortal foundation and could siphon primordial essence.

To be honest, the ancient star’s fortune wasn’t that vital to him.

Of course, if it appeared before his eyes, it must not be missed.

"The treasure light here is not bad, though."

Xu Yang glanced to the side, pondered briefly, left the Celestial Refining Divine Tripod behind, and sped toward that direction.

Half an hour passed.

Brilliant treasure light shrouded a region a thousand paces wide.

At a glance, there were at least several hundred cultivators within, battling and slaying each other.

"Spiritual Spring, Immortal Marrow, Treasure Herbs."

Xu Yang was somewhat startled.

Here lay a massive lake, sparkling brightly at this moment, every drop of water pure immortal essence; on the lake surface, all sorts of immortal lotuses and radiant jade marrow grew forth.

All around the lake, myriad rare flowers and spirit woods shone resplendent—every one a treasure herb.

Boom!

Bam! Bam!!

Thunderous booms stunned the region, unceasing and rolling on.

Hundreds of cultivators unleashed slaughter, all gripped by frenzy.

Fresh blood sprayed, staining the lake red, yet the pure immortal spring light quickly dispersed it, leaving all pure and unstained.

"There are more than ten Late Stage Celestial Immortals here."

Xu Yang’s gaze flashed, and he darted straight in among them.

"Get lost for me!"

A nearby cultivator, thinking Xu Yang sought the treasure herb at hand, slashed out with a sword.

Without looking back, Xu Yang flicked his sleeve. A streak of white radiance shot forth.

Boom!

The Early Celestial Immortal instantly smashed backward, vanishing into the mountain shadows.

No one noticed this scene.

Xu Yang locked onto a certain Jade Lotus among them.

Nine-leafed—an upper-grade treasure herb.

He took a step forward, only to halt abruptly.

The lake’s center had suddenly fractured, twisting into a maelstrom, streams of jade-colored radiance surging forth.

A phantom suddenly appeared above—a faint outline of a stunning immortal lotus.

"A twelve-leaf immortal lotus, hiss!"

"A twelve-leaf immortal lotus—an exceptional grade two!"

"With this lotus, I could reach the peak of Celestial Immortal!"

"That lotus is mine!"

"Out of my way, bastards!"

The cultivators fighting overhead instantly reddened their eyes, and one by one, madly lunged for it.

Blood spurted, severed limbs flew.

A brutal massacre.

Swoosh!

A figure skimmed across the lake at lighting speed.

It was Xu Yang.

Even he was moved to his core by this twelve-leaf immortal lotus.

"A mere Late True Immortal dares desire this sort of treasure?"

"Die!"

A burly cultivator sneered viciously, flicked his sleeve, shooting masses of needle shadows toward Xu Yang.

Expression unchanged, Xu Yang bent his palm, shattering all the needles with thunderous force, his body darting like lightning, slamming the burly man flying.

"Little bastard, scram!"

A Late Celestial Immortal erupted with killing intent.

Boom!

Xu Yang punched him beyond the lake’s perimeter. As the man spat blood in awe, Xu Yang closed to within three paces of the immortal lotus.

Surrounded above and around by over a dozen cultivators.

Right now, several Late Celestial Immortals were closer to the lotus than Xu Yang, advancing as they fought each other.

Noticing Xu Yang, none cared about his Late True Immortal cultivation—divine techniques and immortal lights, brimming with lethal intent, slammed down in a torrent.

Sheer chaos and area coverage.

If I can’t get it, none of you can either.

Xu Yang abruptly raised his blade.

"Windfall in the Immortal Wilds!"

Boom!

Clang!

A terrifying storm swept the entire lake in an instant.

Multiple figures screamed and fell.

All the Late Celestial Immortals surrounding the lotus were struck like lightning, screaming and retreating.

Xu Yang’s strength rivaled peak Celestial Immortal, and the power of his Daluo Immortal Skill split all before him.

Swoosh!

Xu Yang flashed forward, cut down the immortal lotus with a single slash, stored it in his Storage Ring, and turned to leave.

"Damn it! He took the immortal lotus!"

"After him!"

"Such fearsome power!"

"He must be hiding his cultivation!"

"Forget it."

Some gave up decisively.

After all, opportunities abounded everywhere.

Some were unwilling, and gave chase relentlessly.

Leaving the lake’s boundary, Xu Yang sensed two people pursuing him and his gaze turned cold. He spun around and swept out with his blade.

Boom!

Bang!

One strike suppressed a man, and Xu Yang spat thunderously, "Lock!"

The other was caught off guard, body freezing instantly.

Plop!

At once, a head twisted off and fell sideways.

Fresh blood splattered all over the last man, making him tremble like a sieve, stunned in place.

Xu Yang only turned and left, drifting away.

Fighting continued behind him.

Just as he left the area, a figure blocked his path.

"Boy, leave the immortal lotus."

Before he finished his cold shout, he clawed at Xu Yang with one hand.

The clawing shadow was eerie and twisted, like a giant serpent’s tongue, radiating freezing chill.

"Peak Celestial Immortal."

Xu Yang grinned, swinging his blade in reply. Brutally severing the shadow, he clashed palm to blade with the old man—a thunderous crash, sparks flying.

That withered hand was as tough as a divine weapon, but meeting the Daluo Saber, it shattered in an instant.

The old man was terrified.

"A Core Disciple of Black Fire Immortal Mountain."

"In such an age, opportunities abound."

Xu Yang displayed his Token, standing tall and unmoving.

A Peak Celestial Immortal could match him, but killing would take time and deplete his strength.

If he could be scared off, all the better.

"A Core Disciple of Black Fire Immortal Mountain?"

"Since when has Black Fire Immortal Mountain produced such a freak?"

The old man was again aghast, giving Xu Yang a deep look, and then decisively leaving.

To be forced back with a single slash—this one’s strength could not be underestimated.

And such a prodigy most certainly held countless cards, not an easy kill.

Time would only be wasted in vain.

Retreat was the wisest option.

Seeing the other depart, Xu Yang chuckled coldly, then headed back toward the ancient mine.

"Hm? Someone actually dares target the ancient mine, ignoring the three great clans?"

Xu Yang suddenly sensed an anomaly through the Divine Tripod, his face changing, and hurried his pace.