Celestial Refining Divine Scripture

Feeling the surge in Yuan Mie’s aura, Xu Yang couldn’t help but smile.

The stronger Yuan Mie became, the safer their journey would be.

Strictly speaking, Yuan Mie was also a guardian Xu Yang had found through his own efforts.

Even Liou Xueyan, who travelled alone on the Eastern Continent, surely had secret guardians in the shadows—Xu Yang absolutely didn’t believe otherwise.

As for Black Fire Immortal Mountain, there was most likely no secret guardian, but he’d been branded with the array imprint, which could save his life in a desperate situation.

"Congratulations, senior."

"Hahaha, all thanks to you, young master."

Yuan Mie’s face was overflowing with unconcealable joy, though he was hardly arrogant.

Without Xu Yang, he could never have broken through to the Middle Stage of Golden Immortal so quickly.

And besides, don’t think that reaching Middle Stage of Golden Immortal is all that powerful.

In the Eastern Continent, Golden Immortals are numerous, even among the younger generation; the prodigies among them have terrifying combat power. He, at Middle Stage of Golden Immortal, simply isn’t much to look at.

"It’s about time."

Xu Yang swept his gaze all around—having lingered for over half a month, it was time to set out.

This half month had brought him some gains as well.

At that moment, he looked toward the sword wall—bathed in the thick Slaughter Sword Intent, even he couldn’t help but feel a surge of killing intent rising from within.

Though faint, it was undeniably there.

Gaining insights into the meaning of slaughter and blending it into his immortal techniques, his power would only grow stronger.

"Senior, please help cut this section of the sword wall down."

Xu Yang said in a deep voice.

Yuan Mie’s expression grew serious, and he nodded heavily.

Even after breaking through to Middle Stage of Golden Immortal, he dared not underestimate this sword wall.

Immediately, Yuan Mie stepped through the air to hover above the sword wall.

Swoosh!

He waved his sleeve, streams of immortal light condensed into swords, cleaving through the air and cutting away all the stones around the sword wall.

Finally, he curled his palm and reached for the sword wall.

Boom!

The ground trembled; the sword wall rang out, erupting with astonishing Slaughter Sword Intent.

Countless shadowy streams of sword qi surged forth from its surface, as if to tear the sky asunder.

The valley’s sky instantly flushed a blood-red hue.

The terrifying aura made Xu Yang grunt and retreat repeatedly.

Yuan Mie’s gaze grew grave; both palms struck out, summoning a tidal wave of palm shadows—while resisting the assault from the Slaughter Sword Intent on the wall, he simultaneously marshaled power to envelop it.

It lasted dozens of breaths.

Veins bulged violently in Yuan Mie’s neck; with a wild roar, he finally tore the sword wall free with brute force.

The raging sword qi forced him to continuously muster his immortal energy for protection.

"Young master, hurry!"

Blood seeped from Yuan Mie’s lips as he shouted anxiously.

Even using all his strength, he’d been wounded just resisting its might—the sword wall’s power was downright terrifying.

Xu Yang was already prepared; as soon as Yuan Mie finished speaking, he summoned the Celestial Refining Divine Tripod, rapidly expanding it to cover the entire valley.

The massive mouth of the divine tripod pointed directly at the sword wall.

Yuan Mie thrust his palm fiercely.

Vast immortal energy wrapped the blood-red sword wall, sending it hurtling into the divine tripod.

Once inside the divine tripod, things became much easier.

Xu Yang swiftly manipulated his power, sending the sword wall directly into the Minor Immortal Realm.

Boom!

The blood-red sword wall pierced the earth, stirring up a surge of sword qi.

At that moment, Mo Baijun was still rampaging within that realm—restless, sleepless, tireless.

However, his aura had become extremely weak.

The arrival of the sword wall made him suddenly stop his rampage. He turned, and from his ferocious eyes, flashes of blood-red light seemed about to spill forth.

Swoosh!

Mo Baijun let out a long howl and, like lightning, appeared before the sword wall. Staring at the wall, his whole body trembled—for a moment, the ferocity and brutality in his eyes lessened noticeably.

Boom!

A surge of pure Slaughter Sword Intent erupted from him, resonating with the sword wall.

In an instant—

Sword qi criss-crossed, blood light soared skyward.

The light and shadow on the sword wall fully awakened, coming vividly to life.

Mo Baijun’s expression grew dazed and bewildered; at times he frowned, at times relaxed, cycling through myriad indescribable emotions, all while staring at the sword wall like a statue.

The Slaughter Sword Intent on his body was constantly shifting, corresponding with the light and shadow emanating from the sword wall across the space between them.

The Sword Intent coiled about him, growing steadily stronger as time passed.

Even heaven and earth gradually calmed.

Xu Yang gazed at the scene from afar, astonished in his heart.

This sword wall was clearly anything but simple.

For it to pacify Mo Baijun—no doubt it held extraordinary significance for him as well.

Of course, Xu Yang knew nothing of the Sword Dao; seeing Mo Baijun calm down, he stopped watching and quietly withdrew.

"Young master, how is Mo Baijun?" Yuan Mie asked curiously.

Xu Yang shook his head faintly: "Throwing the sword wall in there did calm him down a bit, but with slaughter having driven him to madness, and his formidable strength, any recovery depends on his own efforts..."

Wait for Mo Baijun to recover?

Inside, he didn’t hold even a sliver of hope.

Trapped in the Minor Immortal Realm, he might as well be a tool for use in future.

Yuan Mie also stopped asking questions after hearing that.

After a brief rest, the two of them set out once more.

The rest of the journey was swift and uneventful.

With Yuan Mie’s strength enhanced, he led Xu Yang around countless perilous regions at great speed.

Seven days passed.

The landscape ahead suddenly opened up—even from afar, towering and vast mountain ranges could be seen.

"The exit is just up ahead,"

Yuan Mie finally breathed easy.

"Young master, this old man will enter the Minor Immortal Realm now," Yuan Mie said.

As a guardian, he would only appear again when Xu Yang faced danger and couldn’t fend for himself.

Though there was no Immortal Spirit Qi inside the Minor Immortal Realm, at his current stage he didn’t need further energy consumption.

Inside, he could better contemplate his arts and accumulate power.

Xu Yang nodded slightly and received Yuan Mie into the Minor Immortal Realm, not disturbing Mo Baijun at all.

Then, he sped off toward the exit of Celestial Sword Gorge.

A few dozen breaths later—

Xu Yang flew up from a low point; before him stretched a boundless plain, with ancient, towering mountains encircling the distance.

At the far edge of his sight, deep in the vast mountains, thick clouds and mist swirled, and he could vaguely see a colossal peak piercing the heavens, just like a sword.

Celestial Sword Mountain?

Xu Yang’s eyes flashed as he suddenly looked beneath a nearby tree.

Seated cross-legged beneath it was a young man, with an ancient sword laid across his knees.

Celestial Sword Mountain sat right next to Celestial Sword Gorge—there was no doubt who this young man was.

Even as Xu Yang looked, the youth opened his eyes and gazed back.

Their eyes met.

The young man arched his brow slightly: "Kid, where are you from?"

"Northern Continent."

"So, you must be a disciple of Celestial Sword Mountain."

Xu Yang strode forward.

Since someone was standing guard here, clearly the only way through was to defeat him.

This young man possessed the cultivation of Late Stage Celestial Immortal.

The youth seemed quite surprised; sizing up Xu Yang, he suddenly let out a low laugh, face full of contempt: "Just an Early Stage Celestial Immortal, yet you dare challenge the Eastern Continent? You must not know fear."

"Not long ago, there was another girl from Northern Continent, but her strength was leagues above yours."

Hearing this, Xu Yang’s heart stirred.

"You were here at the time?"

The young man shook his head: "No, not me, and lucky it wasn’t. That girl was no pushover—her moves were lethal."

"Any idea where she went?" Xu Yang asked.

That woman must be Liou Xueyan.

The youth glanced at Xu Yang and grinned: "Since you’ve got the guts to challenge the Eastern Continent, here’s your chance: survive a single sword strike from me and you can pass."

"As for where she went, I don’t know. But if you survive, I might just point you to somewhere you can find her."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ancient sword laid across his knees suddenly rang out.

Swoosh!

The ancient sword shot from its sheath, gleaming cold and fierce.

Clang!

The sword sang like a dragon, piercing through the clouds.