Celestial Refining Divine Scripture

Escape is impossible.

Fight, and there’s no strength to resist.

One way or another, it’s death.

Yuanmie has no choice left.

Now, all he can hope for is to block Mo Bai Jun’s sword at all costs, buying Xu Yang a chance to escape by whatever means possible.

If so, then his death wouldn’t be in vain.

Ruoruo would still have someone left to care for her.

Li Fan is even more consumed by terror, utterly hopeless, his mind on the verge of oblivion.

Xu Yang’s face is ashen.

Above, the blood clouds churn, Mo Bai Jun’s twisted face looming, his scarlet blood sword already raised.

There’s no time to think.

"Young master, go!"

Yuanmie growls low.

Xu Yang shouts madly, "Senior, block his sword! I have a plan!"

"Do you still remember how you were trapped?"

"..."

Yuanmie shudders, a dazzling light flaring in his eyes.

That place... it’s an entire, perfect world.

Burial ground for countless ancient powers.

If Mo Bai Jun could be lured in, even if they can’t kill him, he’d be trapped like a beast in a jar, worn out and dying inside.

In an instant, Yuanmie’s despair gave way to a surge of survival instinct.

He’s seen the Small Immortal Realm before.

Let alone Mo Bai Jun—even stronger ones, once inside, can’t escape.

"I won’t die that easily!"

Yuanmie grits his teeth, roaring in rage, "Come then!"

The sound of snapping shivers through his body.

All talismans, spirit pearls, heavenly treasures—crushed in an instant, their essence flooding his bones, enveloping his immortal foundation and primordial spirit.

Xu Yang, behind, struggles to swallow his own spit.

Luring Mo Bai Jun is a far cry from luring Yuanmie before.

This man is a demonized madman, unpredictable and dangerous.

But, there are no choices left now.

Even if Yuanmie risked everything to block him, Mo Bai Jun would kill him in just two strikes at most.

It would be over in an instant.

How far could he actually run?

"Senior, you must hold on!"

Xu Yang gave Yuanmie a hoping look, then suddenly threw Li Fan into the Small Immortal Realm inside the Celestial Refining Divine Tripod.

Live or die, it’s beyond caring now.

He retreated several steps, summoned the Celestial Refining Divine Tripod, bracing himself.

Whoosh!

Mo Bai Jun swung his sword abruptly.

Effortless—no flourish, no flash.

It looked almost ordinary.

But above, the blood cloud quaked.

Yuanmie’s eyes bulged, shot through with bloody veins, as he unleashed the immortal essence in his body, turning it into a vast, surging ocean.

He then began a frantic series of seals, countless immortal runes and pattern weaving densely before him.

Finally, he flashed back, a jade bone, blue as emerald, appearing in his hand.

Yuanmie formed a seal, channeling his immortal essence into it.

The jade bone burst, shining with dazzling emerald light, surging with a force on par with a Middle Stage Golden Immortal.

This was a powerful treasure he’d found by chance—a bone relic forged from a Golden Immortal’s remains, his greatest hidden weapon.

If he were strong enough, he might even erupt with Late Stage Golden Immortal power from this jade bone.

But now, only a middle stage Golden Immortal’s might could be unleashed.

Just as he finished, the blood-red sword shadow drifted down softly like a falling leaf.

Splurt!

Boom!

Crack!

The ocean of immortal essence, runes and seals all shattered in an instant.

The blood sword hadn’t even arrived—the vast energies had already broken apart, crushed by an unprecedented, terrifying pressure.

Yuanmie trembled violently, darting backward in desperation.

But the blood sword, though slow-seeming, was impossibly fast.

Clang!

A clear ring echoed out.

The blue immortal light shattered, the jade bone thrust forward.

Under the sword’s brilliance, it lasted only a breath before cracks spiderwebbed across its surface.

Splurt!

Yuanmie spat a mouthful of blood, hoarse and low: "Explode!"

Rumble!

He abandoned the treasure, detonating the jade bone—blue floods surged skyward, tearing the blood clouds open with streaks.

The blood sword finally slowed.

Yuanmie turned and fled.

"Young master, what now?" He looked tensely at Xu Yang.

Without that jade bone, even the sword’s leftover force could kill him instantly.

Mo Bai Jun was even more terrifying than imagined.

"We go in together."

Xu Yang didn’t hesitate.

With a thought, the Celestial Refining Divine Tripod expanded, standing upright.

The two of them leapt straight in.

In the tripod’s void, the outside’s terrifying Slaughter Sword Intent was cut off.

Yuanmie’s face was ghastly pale, weak as could be, and anxious beyond measure: "Will Mo Bai Jun come in?"

If he doesn’t enter, they can’t leave, and all would be lost.

Unless Mo Bai Jun chooses to leave on his own.

"No matter how strong he is, he can’t destroy this tripod. Whether he’ll come in—no one can say," Xu Yang said solemnly.

A demon like him, seeing this kind of divine tripod, who knows what he’ll choose?

Boom!

Clang!

The divine tripod suddenly quaked, the inner void surging with billowing waves.

Xu Yang and Yuanmie both paled, fleeing backward like lightning.

At the same time, a scarlet sword light plunged straight in through the tripod’s mouth.

"Shit!"

Xu Yang’s eye twitched, grabbing Yuanmie and flashing into the Small Immortal Realm.

Rumble!

The blood-red sword light followed close behind, tearing through the void, bursting on the Small Immortal Realm’s surface, painting it scarlet. Sword Qi surged like a tide, setting off all the Heaven-Locking Divine Chains, chaos everywhere.

Yet even that sword light didn’t break through the Small Immortal Realm’s barrier.

Moments later, it gently faded out.

Whoosh!

A bloody silhouette stepped into the void.

"He’s in."

Within the Small Immortal Realm, Xu Yang’s face lit up with joy.

Yuanmie finally breathed relief—in is good, in is what matters.

Mo Bai Jun was wreathed in killing intent, like a river of blood twisting through the void, terrifying to behold.

He drifted to the edge of the Small Immortal Realm, gazing at the massive barrier—a flicker of confusion and daze flickering across his grim eyes.

All of this instinctively unsettled him.

He stared at the barrier, hesitating, struggling, trapped in a moment’s indecision.

Suddenly.

The barrier warped, and Yuanmie’s figure emerged.

He shouted brazenly at Mo Bai Jun, "Come in, then!"

"You useless wretch, you damned fool! You cultivated Sword Dao until you became totally demonized—what a disgrace!"

"You’re not worthy of my sword."

"If you’ve got guts, get in here!"

Whoosh!

Mo Bai Jun, enraged, brought his sword down in a furious strike.

Yuanmie flinched in terror, withdrawing instantly.

Bang!

The sword struck the Small Immortal Realm’s barrier—a tremor and nothing else, not a single mark left.

Mo Bai Jun stepped forward.

At that moment.

Xu Yang knew he had to stoke Mo Bai Jun’s fury further.

He grabbed Li Fan without hesitation, stunned him with a palm, and tossed him straight out.

At the same time—

He summoned up the world’s Evil Qi, his own killing intent bursting forth, piercing through the barrier.

"Mo Bai Jun! Die!"

A thunderous roar split the air.

Li Fan, thrown through the barrier and into midair, was jolted awake by the Slaughter Sword Intent; his eyes snapped open to meet a pair of twitching scarlet, monstrous eyes, his soul shattered, his guts turned to water.

"No—"

"Kill!"

Mo Bai Jun, wholly enraged, barked a cold, ruthless command, striding ahead.

Boom!

Blood burst forth, lightning-fast, ripping through Li Fan, tearing him to shreds—not even scraps left.

He swung his blood sword, chasing that wave of killing intent straight to the barrier.

As he neared, Xu Yang manipulated the Small Immortal Realm’s barrier, swirling forth a giant vortex.

Whoosh!

Mo Bai Jun, sword in hand, thrust himself into the vortex, disappearing completely.

The residue of his killing intent faded away, utterly extinguished moments later.