Celestial Refining Divine Scripture

"Little bastard!"

Mr. Huo let out a sharp, furious howl.

Before the sound faded, a mass of scarlet light surged out of his body, instantly sketching out a dense array of immortal patterns before him, crystallizing into a crimson wall of fire.

Boom!

Xu Yang slashed the fire wall open in one stroke, hoisting the Fourfold Daluo Saber to strike down a second, then third blade...

Bang-crack!

The fire wall exploded into fragments.

A violent wave surged outward—Mr. Huo howled in pain, blood spewing from his mouth as he tumbled down in disgrace.

"Impossible!"

"Such astonishing power—just how much immortal essence does he have? Is it truly endless?"

Mr. Huo’s eyes quaked, unable to believe it.

It’s understandable to defeat the strong with the weak, but his immortal essence was even more vast than Mr. Huo’s own Peak Celestial Immortal reserves—utterly inconceivable.

"Hell if I know."

Elder Shui was even less able to accept this, her eyes filled with daze.

"He actually didn’t die?"

Xu Yang arched a brow ever so slightly.

Hearing this, Mr. Huo instantly grew furious, gnashing his teeth: "No wonder you’re Dan Qi’s disciple. But if you think you can kill me, you’re far too naive."

"Old hag, let’s strike together."

"Kill!"

Elder Shui was decisive and swift; with a fierce shout, she soared into the sky.

Mr. Huo followed right behind.

The first summoned a tide of water—a vast, majestic flood engulfing the heavens.

The latter controlled flames—surging and boiling, untamed.

Front and rear, water and red fire blended—complementing one another in harmony.

Like yin and yang, clearly demarcated yet indivisible.

Water above, like a barrier—mighty, surging—a gentle current, but birthing a world-shaking force.

Fire below, violently roiling, accumulating in waves—ferocious, wild—striving to burn heaven and earth, yet not piercing the water shield.

The water enveloped the fire, merging and swelling with astonishing speed.

The two old ones—water and fire—front and rear, constantly weaving patterns, immortal light circulating—solemn, divine—exceptionally awe-inspiring.

This entire realm was drowned in water and fire; the mountains trembled.

"Water and Fire Realm!"

Both shouted together, their voices booming.

Water and fire swelled instantly to the limit, shrouding the heavens and earth, blanketing everything in the valley.

Water and fire completely merged, swirling—immortal patterns appeared, and under their command, transformed into countless terrifying aspects of water and fire, densely packed, surging, rushing to suppress Xu Yang.

Streams of water and fire entwined, water fueling fire, fire birthing waves.

"Boy, even if you are a core disciple of Black Fire Immortal Mountain, spoiled by your talent, to be crushed by the two of us combining forces—you can die proud!"

Elder Shui sneered viciously; to defeat Mr. Huo was wondrous, but both together, water and fire blending, created power beyond bearing—in this Water and Fire Realm, the two were like divine beings here.

As she spoke, the immortal incantations in their hands did not halt, striking unceasingly.

The realm suppressed; the world twisted and shivered.

Xu Yang felt immense pressure.

The domain formed by water and fire was seamless, perfect beyond compare, without a single flaw.

Its oppressive might was positively terrifying.

Even Yang Tong, facing such methods, would have nowhere to hide, barely able to resist.

"Killing Peak Celestial Immortal is always a little troublesome."

Xu Yang grinned widely, gripping the Fourfold Daluo Saber, suddenly closing his eyes.

Boom!

The realm crashed down—endless Water and Fire Secret Skills bombarded furiously, their power apocalyptic.

Just then, Xu Yang moved.

With a thought, he awakened the wind essence of the Daluo Saber.

"Windfall Immortal Wilds!"

Almost at once, the Daluo Saber carried Xu Yang skyward in a leap.

One blade strode the heavens—storms burst forth; wherever he passed, countless keen blades of wind appeared, directly and brutally tearing the realm asunder—like cutting rotten wood, shredding the endless water and fire apparitions completely.

Boom!

Clang!!

The blade’s light laid waste to all things.

The two old ones—the water-fire elders—gaped wide-eyed, trembling like leaves in a storm.

The instant the realm broke, both groaned in agony, blood trailing from their lips.

"What kind of divine technique is this?"

"How did he do that?"

Elder Shui quaked in terror.

Mr. Huo shook like a leaf, face stricken with panic.

Their minds screamed escape.

Yet the storm the Daluo Saber whipped up blotted out the sky, crashing down in a heartbeat.

An endless cyclone of blade energy spun like a dragon.

Boom!

The two figures tumbled down in dire disgrace.

Shrill, anguished screams were drowned in the wailing wind instantly.

Bam!

Xu Yang crashed down, weak, gasping for breath.

He swiftly swallowed several pills, yet still could not replenish the empty, withered reserves within him.

His immortal essence was drained dry, leaving him profoundly weak.

The toll was frightful—but the blade’s result was this: the water and fire elders’ robes were shredded to ragged tatters by the blade wind, their bodies covered in blood, ravaged with wounds—lying painfully twitching on the ground.

Trembling, they seemed still trapped in the overwhelming terror of Windfall Immortal Wilds, unable to recover.

They scarcely believed they had survived.

Though not dead, their condition was little better than a corpse.

More breath out than in.

But Xu Yang himself was nearly spent as well.

"Little brat."

Mr. Huo shuddered, suddenly coming to his senses, lips shaking as he roared in anger—his gaze fixed on Xu Yang, terror flashing but swiftly replaced by crazed joy.

"Brat, using such a Secret Technique, you’re spent too, aren’t you?"

"Now to kill you—I only need a single talisman."

Mr. Huo struggled to rise, blood pouring unstoppably from his mouth.

He forced his hand aloft.

Swish, swish, swish!!

Several talisman marks sprang forth, radiating solid Celestial Immortal power.

Elder Shui, seeing this, summoned several talismans herself, locking onto Xu Yang from afar.

The two exchanged glances, grinning malevolently in tandem.

"In the end, the victory is ours as husband and wife."

"Using Golden Immortal Talismans on you folks is honestly a waste."

"What?"

"Golden Immortal Talismans..."

At the sound, both shuddered—several Celestial Immortal talismans slipped from their control, falling to the ground.

In their eyes surged unending terror—they hadn’t even seen Xu Yang produce the Golden Immortal Talisman before they were lunging desperately to flee.

At that moment—

Boom!

Above roared a deafening howl, sending out endless frigid gales—mountain grass and trees shattered everywhere, stones rampaging.

Day turned suddenly to darkness.

The water and fire elders looked up in fear: "What is that?"

They saw a vast darkness falling, enveloping the entire valley, radiating an ancient, supreme, and mysterious power.

It was the Celestial Refining Divine Tripod.

Swelling, expanding, cloaking the wilds, it crashed down.

Their eyes nearly burst from their heads as they frantically tried to run.

But under Windfall Immortal Wilds, their fuel was spent, their lamps dry—where was the strength to escape?

Staggering, their sight sank fully to blackness.

BOOM!!

The earth split open; regions beyond the valley scarred with spiderweb cracks from the impact—shocking to behold.

"Boy, let’s talk—we can negotiate!"

Mr. Huo’s shuddering voice came from the darkness.

The husband and wife clung to each other, eyes wild with terror, scanning all around.

Their vision was blocked—there was no learning the truth.

This darkness was a dreadful cage.

Who knew what monster it might birth?

"All the treasures my wife and I possess—we’ll give you, even pledge our service!" Elder Shui tried to bargain.

"Saying that now—don’t you think it’s too late?"

Xu Yang sneered.

"Not too late, not too late!"

"We were blind, we have offended you, Young Master—please spare us! We vow to serve you faithfully!"

Bam bam!!

Movement stirred in the darkness.

It was the water and fire elders—they dropped straight to their knees, begging for mercy.

Willing to forfeit everything, so long as they could live.