Madame Mystic Yin's signature technique, the Divine Mystic Yin Needle, was renowned throughout the celestial realm. While this immortal art was fearsome, it had a major flaw: only Madame Mystic Yin could cultivate it.

To unleash the Divine Mystic Yin Needle, one had to cultivate an extreme cold yin energy known as mystic yin. The desolate world had long given birth to cold yin energy, but in the past, it had not reached the criteria for the Divine Mystic Yin Needle. But after refining the three extreme yin-attribute treasures, the Frost Realm had reached an unimaginable height.

Tang Yang finished reading an immortal art and returned the book to Liu Wuxie. He was already satisfied to have learned one immortal art, and he knew a person could not be too greedy.

"Wuxie, we should leave immediately," Tang Yang said.

Knowing that Deng Jun had likely informed Gan Xingzhou and the others, they had to leave, or it would be difficult for them to leave this place if they blocked the entrance.

"Let's go!" Liu Wuxie kept the three books in his interspatial rings and returned to the stone chamber through the cracks.

With the entrance a hundred feet high and flight impossible, Liu Wuxie summoned the Demonic Purgatory Chains upward. The other end of the chains wrapped around the two, allowing them to climb out.

The reason Liu Wuxie had not done so previously was simply that the Heavenly Dao Book had detected treasures beneath.

The two quickly left the area and stopped when they found a deserted spot. They needed somewhere safe to consolidate their cultivation.

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Not long after the two left, Gan Xingzhou arrived at the Divergent Spring Hall with over ten experts. They entered through the opening and reached the underground world, but there was nothing in the stone chamber. Everyone had mysteriously vanished.

"Damn it! Deng Jun and Shi Minghuo are already dead," Gan Xingzhou growled, clenching his fists tightly.

Liang Hong's face turned dark. "Were they killed by Liu Wuxie?"

Every single one of them had obtained huge gains after entering the Sacred Astral River Scroll, and many of them had broken through in their cultivation. More high immortals had appeared within their group, while he and Gan Xingzhou had both reached the sixth-level High Immortal Realm.

However, they felt no joy from their breakthrough. They knew they would face death if they returned to the celestial realm without killing Liu Wuxie, even if they managed to reach the Immortal King Realm.

"Let's go. From this moment onward, we'll kill everyone we run into in the Sacred Astral River Scroll," Gan Xingzhou said, issuing the order to execute every cultivator who had entered.

More than a hundred immortals from all four astral domains had entered the Sacred Astral River Scroll.

The moment Gan Xingzhou's group returned to the surface, they began their slaughter.

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Liu Wuxie spent a few hours consolidating his cultivation, but he did not move out immediately. He shut his eyes as the cultivation technique for the Divine Mystic Yin Needle appeared in his soul sea.

Tang Yang did not remain idle either and began cultivating the immortal art he had just learned, which was a powerful fist technique. It was many times stronger than the immortal arts he had used before. If he could master it, he could even put up a fight against fifth-level Heavenly Immortals.

The cultivation of the Divine Mystic Yin Needle was not easy, as it required Liu Wuxie to compress mystic yin energy. At first, he struggled to compress the mystic yin energy into the shape of a needle, and it dispersed the moment he released it.

If he could keep it condensed without letting it disperse, he would step into the threshold. To reach greater mastery, he would have to keep tempering it.

With the Heavenly Dao Book's help, Liu Wuxie quickly grasped some tricks of the Divine Mystic Yin Needle. Through repeated attempts, he finally managed to condense the needles before nightfall.

Meanwhile, Tang Yang had not even entered the threshold for his immortal art.

Liu Wuxie tapped with his finger, and an ink-green needle flew out, piercing through the air. The needle met no resistance, and it was even stronger than the Nine Absolute Fist. As it flew through the air, ripples began spreading through the surrounding space, like a wave of light.

Tang Yang's eyelids began twitching. He could sense the power of Liu Wuxie's immortal art. Even an ordinary high immortal wouldn't be able to withstand this attack.

The formidable aspect of the Divine Mystic Yin Needle lay in its ability to penetrate defenses. Any form of defensive barrier was no different from mere decoration before the Divine Mystic Yin Needle.

Even so, Liu Wuxie was not satisfied with the result. He knew he had yet to unearth the full potential of the Divine Mystic Yin Needle. But he had reached a bottleneck for now and could only refine it further in actual combat.

"Senior Tang, let's go!" Liu Wuxie withdrew the mystic yin energy, as they still had to get moving. He also could not leave Tang Yang alone with danger at every corner inside the Sacred Astral River Scroll. If Tang Yang traveled alone, there was a high chance he would fall into Gan Xingzhou's hands.

"Alright!" Tang Yang said, withdrawing his immortal energy and following up, though he remained half a step behind Liu Wuxie. By now, he had started to treat Liu Wuxie as an ancestor-level figure in terms of status.

The duo crossed canyons, waded through rivers, and weaved through mountain ranges. They did encounter other cultivators along the way, but those cultivators took a detour whenever they ran into Liu Wuxie. After all, Liu Wuxie's fearsome reputation had already spread among the immortals.

"Wuxie, where are we headed?" Tang Yang asked, wondering if Liu Wuxie had discovered anything since they had been heading east the entire time.

"You'll know when we arrive," Liu Wuxie replied. Ordinary treasures could no longer catch his eye. The Sacred Astral River Scroll had limited space, and with so many people entering the inner world, others had probably claimed most of the treasures.

What he had to do now was find Immortal Venerable Ning Chou's vault. He believed that the vault of an immortal venerable definitely contained countless treasures, and it would be great if he could find a large number of immortal stones, even if he could not find any immortal artifacts at the level of the Immortal Venerable Realm.

He knew he had to arm himself as much as possible before ascending to the celestial realm.

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"Why are you hunting us down?" In other regions, Gan Xingzhou had already slain several groups of cultivators. He killed anyone he encountered without any reason whatsoever.

They slaughtered their way forward before finally learning Liu Wuxie's whereabouts from two cultivators who had been heading east.

Without any hesitation, Gan Xingzhou quickly followed Liu Wuxie's trail with over ten experts in his party, attempting to catch up.

A series of piercing whistles echoed across the sky as several cultivators shot past Liu Wuxie at high speed.

Just as they were shooting past Liu Wuxie, they suddenly came to a stop. They hollered, "Hurry up! Gan Xingzhou and his group have started a massacre! Many cultivators have died at their hands already!"

The cultivators did not recognize Liu Wuxie and merely warned him out of goodwill. After speaking, they did not stop and continued fleeing, while Gan Xingzhou and his group rushed over in this direction.

Watching the few cultivators who had stopped to warn him disappear into the distance, Liu Wuxie frowned slightly. He realized that he had underestimated the means of Gan Xingzhou and the other immortals from the celestial realm. Based on what they were doing, they would rather slaughter everyone who entered the Sacred Astral River Scroll than let him escape.

If this continued, all the cultivators in the four astral domains would die at their hands.

"Wuxie, what should we do now?" Tang Yang asked, completely flustered and out of ideas.

"Increase our pace!" Liu Wuxie knew he had to break through to the sixth-level Heavenly Immortal Realm before Gan Xingzhou's party caught up. This way, he would stand some chance against a fifth-level High Immortal with the Nine Absolute Fist and the Divine Mystic Yin Needle.

The two increased their speed. Liu Wuxie was certain that Immortal Venerable Ning Chou had hidden his vault somewhere in the east. After traveling for an entire day and night, they discovered many cultivators gathering in the east.

These cultivators had not come here voluntarily but had been driven here by Gan Xingzhou and his party.

Suddenly, a loud rumble echoed up ahead, unleashing a shockwave that swept outward. The outburst of immortal energy shattered several surrounding trees.

"Someone's fighting up ahead!" Liu Wuxie exchanged a look with Tang Yang and moved quickly, appearing near the battlefield up ahead.

"It's Gu Yue and Nong Qu!"

They looked toward the battlefield, only to see Gu Yue and Nong Qu surrounded by Yue Jinkang's group.

"Gu Yue, Nong Qu, if it weren't for you people, we would've already killed everyone from the Heavenly Dragon Sect! The two of you will have to die today!"

Yue Jinkang had united a large group of immortals to attack the Heavenly Dragon Sect. But just when they were about to destroy the Heavenly Dragon Sect and kill Liu Wuxie's family and friends, Gu Yue, Nong Qu, and several other immortals had intervened, ultimately foiling their plans.

Gongsun Lin and Nalan Xihe were dead. Only Yue Jinkang, Lingqiong Mo, and Baili Qiu were still alive. The trio clearly had a higher level of cultivation than Gu Yue and Nong Qu. They inflicted injuries on the two after a fierce battle.

"Yue Jinkang, I advise you to leave. Liu Wuxie is a chosen one, and he won't die," Gu Yue said in an earnest tone.

With the Grand Unity Sect destroyed, there was no point for Yue Jinkang to fight Liu Wuxie to the death.

"A chosen one? That's nothing but a joke! I already know that the celestial realm has sent people down to the mortal realm, and Liu Wuxie's death is near," Yue Jinkang replied.

He had learned from the other immortals who had entered the Sacred Astral River Scroll that the celestial realm had dispatched an elite force to kill Liu Wuxie. This was why they dared to act so unrestrained now.

"Stop wasting time talking and kill them already!" Lingqiong Mo roared.

He desperately wanted to ascend to the celestial realm. Once he settled the matters in the mortal realm, he would not stay in the mortal realm for another day. He did not hesitate to strike first with his palm at Nong Qu.

Yue Jinkang summoned the Great Divine Sun Bell, which expanded in midair before descending on Gu Yue.

The Great Divine Sun Bell had returned to the Grand Unity Sect after Liu Wuxie had heavily damaged it. After Venerable Grand Unity had died, the Grand Unity Sect had already collapsed. The ordinary disciples had either died or fled. Even the Grand Unity Sect's territory had been swept clean by the other forces. Thus, the Great Divine Sun Bell had naturally fallen into Yue Jinkang's hands.

The battle erupted instantly between the two parties.

"Go help them," Liu Wuxie said. He did not show himself as he had no interest in dealing with garbage like this, and he left the task to Tang Yang instead.

"Understood!" Tang Yang acknowledged and charged out. He had just cultivated an immortal art, and he could finally put it to use now. An eighth-level Heavenly Immortal like Tang Yang instantly evened out both sides.

"Tang Yang, you're from the Spirit Martial Astral Domain. Do you want to interfere in the affairs of the Indigo Bamboo Astral Domain?" Yue Jinkang roared, as they were not unfamiliar with each other. He also had not expected to encounter Tang Yang here.

"Yue Jinkang, prepare to die!" Tang Yang snapped. He wasted no words and unleashed the palm technique he had learned recently.

As an immortal art from the celestial realm, the surroundings began trembling violently the moment he cast it. Everyone could feel a horrifying power accumulating.

Yue Jinkang and the others narrowed their eyes. Although they were immortals from different astral domains, they knew each other's strength well. But they could not recognize the immortal art Tang Yang had cast. Even so, they could tell from the momentum that this immortal art was incredibly powerful.

The moment the palm technique took shape, it blotted out the sky, rendering Yue Jinkang's group powerless to resist.

Yue Jinkang's group of three were only at the seventh-level Heavenly Immortal Realm, while Tang Yang had reached the eighth level. They already had a major disadvantage in terms of cultivation.