Refining the Yin Yang Scissors

"Hoo..."

Li Qingxu opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air from his chest. His aura was like a dragon, surging out with a roar that shook the entire hall.

"Is this the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm?"

"It's a complete leap in life's essence, countless times more powerful than a Golden Immortal."

Li Qingxu felt the boundless vitality and the vast, sea-like Divine Power within his body, sighing with genuine emotion.

Fortunately, with the aid of the Everlasting Green Dao Incense, he had ten thousand years of cultivation time, allowing him to finally break through to the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm.

Otherwise, with such a large gap between major realms, even with a top-tier Innate Root, he wouldn't have been able to defeat Guangchengzi and the others.

As the Everlasting Green Dao Incense completely extinguished, the flow of time within Qingxu Hall gradually synchronized with the outside world.

Although there were still four hundred years until the Xuanmen Dao Discussion Assembly, Li Qingxu pondered for a moment and decided not to continue cultivating.

With a wave of his hand, two Yin Yang Flood Dragon bones, one gold and one silver, each over a thousand feet long, appeared in the hall.

These two Yin Yang Flood Dragon bones were extremely precious refining materials, containing innate Yin Yang energy.

If they could be forged into an Innate Spiritual Treasure, it would significantly boost his strength.

"Although I don't have a good refining furnace right now, if I use the True Sun Fire to refine it, it should be successful."

Li Qingxu mused.

As he pointed a finger, the True Sun Fire erupted in Qingxu Hall, burning fiercely.

Immediately after, he formed hand seals, and the scattered True Sun Fire gradually converged, taking the shape of a refining furnace that enveloped the two flood dragon bones.

The True Sun Fire had an extremely high temperature, capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas, far surpassing the Samadhi True Fire, the Six Ding Divine Fire, and the Golden Crow Divine Fire.

Under the continuous scorching of the True Sun Fire, the flood dragon bones began to shrink, impurities were gradually removed, leaving only the most essential parts.

The process of refining this Spiritual Treasure lasted for a full hundred years.

As it was his first time refining a Spiritual Treasure, Li Qingxu maintained 100% focus from beginning to end, daring not to slacken in the slightest.

The heat radiating from the True Sun Fire had nearly melted the Qingxu Hall he had built.

Fortunately, at a critical moment, a beam of pure light flew from Jade Void Palace, enveloping Qingxu Hall and simultaneously isolating the heat of the True Sun Fire, thus preserving Li Qingxu's dojo.

After a hundred years of uninterrupted scorching and tempering by the True Sun Fire, all impurities within the flood dragon bones were completely refined, and they became incredibly sturdy.

Looking through the True Sun Fire, one could faintly see golden and silver divine light swirling, accompanied by intermittent dragon roars.

Seeing that the time was right, Li Qingxu focused his mind, his finger seals shifting, and he let out a low cry: "Yin and Yang complement each other, spirit and form arise naturally—Condense!"

The golden supreme Yang divine light and the silver supreme Yin divine radiance converged towards a single point like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

"Clang—!"

A clear, resonant chime, like the striking of gold and jade, echoed through the hall, surpassing all previous dragon roars.

The divine light, concentrated to its peak, erupted, illuminating the entire Qingxu Hall with brilliance, making even Li Qingxu unable to open his eyes.

A pair of ancient-looking scissors, about three inches long, floated quietly in mid-air.

One side of the scissors was pure gold, like solidified essence of the great sun, blazing and radiant, emitting the supreme Yang energy that destroys all evils.

The other side was a deep silver, like condensed eternal moonlight, bright and serene, suffused with the Tai Yin essence that nourishes heaven and earth.

Gold and silver, distinct yet integrated as one.

And at the junction of the two blades, a miniature Yin Yang fish diagram slowly circulated, black and white rotating, Dao Rhyme naturally arising.

"It's finally done!"

Looking at the Yin Yang Scissors floating in mid-air, Li Qingxu let out a sigh of relief, the tension in his heart, which had been taut for a hundred years, finally relaxing.

Although the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors before him were a mid-grade Postnatal Spiritual Treasure, due to the inclusion of Yin Yang energy, their power was almost comparable to other high-grade Postnatal Spiritual Treasures.

"If it weren't for my fortuitous encounter, entering that swamp before Zhao Gongming and Sanxiao..."

"These Yin Yang Scissors would have become the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors."

Li Qingxu murmured to himself.

In his past life's memories, among Sanxiao's treasures was a low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, refined from flood dragon bones.

However, since he had entered that swamp first and slain the two malevolent flood dragons, this opportunity naturally fell to him.

After a slight sigh, Li Qingxu moved his mind slightly and took out the Auspicious Cloud Gold Lamp that Primordial Heavenly Venerate had previously bestowed, letting it float before him along with the Yin Yang Scissors.

All Innate Spiritual Treasures contained Innate Restrictions, and the higher the grade of the Spiritual Treasure, the more restrictions it had. Only by refining them all could their full power be unleashed.

Li Qingxu closed his eyes and began to wholeheartedly refine the Innate Restrictions within them.

The Primordial World does not record years.

Four hundred years passed quietly.

At the peak of Qilin Cliff, a sonorous voice like a great bell resounded throughout Kunlun Mountain, echoing endlessly.

"Disciples of the Three Teachings, hasten to Qilin Cliff!"

Inside Qingxu Hall.

Li Qingxu slowly opened his eyes. The Auspicious Cloud Gold Lamp floating before him emitted a faint hum, with six of its twelve Innate Restrictions having been refined.

While he couldn't yet wield it as freely as an extension of his own arm, simple activation was no longer an issue.

He stood up, and the two Spiritual Treasures transformed into streams of light, disappearing into his sea of consciousness within his glabella to be nurtured. He then took a step forward, his figure instantly appearing outside Qingxu Hall.

Streaks of multi-colored long rainbows streaked across the sky as disciples from the Three Sects, either riding clouds or using escape techniques, flew towards the direction of Qilin Cliff.

"Junior Disciple Qingxu."

True Person Huang Long, stepping on white clouds, flew towards him with a smile.

From the aura emanating from True Person Huang Long, Li Qingxu sensed that the opponent's cultivation had not improved much compared to five hundred years ago; he was still at the early Golden Immortal stage.

But it makes sense, he thought. Golden Immortals are considered powerful figures in the Primordial World.

Without the guidance of Saints or other fortuitous encounters, breaking through solely through self-cultivation would require a long period of accumulation.

"Uh..."

Before Li Qingxu could reply, True Person Huang Long's smile froze as he sensed the Grand Unity Golden Immortal aura radiating from Li Qingxu.

Although he had known for a long time that Li Qingxu's comprehension was extraordinary and that he might have made some breakthroughs during his five hundred years of seclusion, he hadn't expected such a massive leap, from the middle Golden Immortal stage to the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm.

"It seems I'll have to call you Senior Disciple Qingxu from now on," True Person Huang Long said with a smile after recovering from his shock, his words laced with a hint of self-deprecation and deep envy.

"We all entered the Saint's tutelage at the same time. Seniority will be decided by our Master," Li Qingxu replied with a slight smile, flying towards Qilin Cliff with True Person Huang Long.

Before long, a colossal cliff resembling a qilin roaring towards the sky came into view.

Its posture was steep and majestic, its entire body exuding an ancient and desolate aura that had endured for eons. The natural patterns on the cliff face vaguely outlined the contours of a qilin's scales, and an ancient and majestic aura immediately swept towards them.

"This Qilin Cliff is truly magnificent," Li Qingxu exclaimed, looking up.

"It is said that at the end of the Dragon-Phoenix Tribulation, the First Qilin, knowing he would face retribution from the Heavenly Dao, came to Kunlun Mountain to seek our Master's protection for the Qilin clan to continue in the Primordial World," True Person Huang Long said, gazing at the cliff that towered billions of feet high, his eyes filled with a complex emotion.

"So that's how it is," Li Qingxu nodded. The two ascended into the sky and soon arrived at the summit of Qilin Cliff.

The summit of Qilin Cliff was incredibly flat, as if sliced by a divine sword. Its surface was inscribed with various Dao patterns, forming an indestructible martial arts arena.

Taiqing Laozi, Primordial Heavenly Venerate, and Tongtian Cult Master stood side-by-side in the sky above Qilin Cliff, while disciples from the Three Sects continuously arrived from all directions.

When the Saints summoned them, the disciples naturally dared not delay. In less than fifteen minutes, all disciples from the Three Sects had arrived.

Looking at the vast sea of heads in the Jie Sect's formation, Li Qingxu felt a bit speechless.

Tongtian Cult Master had taken in quite a few more disciples during these five hundred years.

The total number of Jie Sect disciples now nearly exceeded one hundred thousand.

He speculated that Tongtian Cult Master believed that as a Heavenly Dao Saint and a direct disciple of the Dao Ancestor, his disciples would not face calamity, thus he had accepted so many to gain more Destiny.

At this moment, Li Qingxu suddenly felt an ill-intentioned gaze fall upon him.

Following the sensation, he looked up, his gaze meeting Winged Immortal's in mid-air.

Winged Immortal appeared eager to fight, clearly still harboring resentment from their previous encounter and intending to use the Xuanmen Dao Discussion Assembly to settle a personal score.

However, the moment he sensed the aura emanating from Li Qingxu, his eagerness instantly turned to dumbfoundedness, followed by disbelief.

After all, even as a Golden-Winged Great Peng, his cultivation had only advanced from the middle Golden Immortal stage to the late Golden Immortal stage despite his full efforts over the past five hundred years. Li Qingxu, who had been at the same middle Golden Immortal stage as him before, had now reached the Grand Unity realm, far beyond his reach.

Li Qingxu merely glanced at the much lower-cultivated Winged Immortal, not taking him to heart. He then shifted his gaze to Duobao Daoist, Grand Master Xuandu, and others.

The higher the realm, the more difficult it was to improve. The three had cultivated diligently for five hundred years, but their cultivation had not advanced significantly, nor had they broken through any realms.

It seems with my current strength, I still have a good chance of becoming the foremost among the third generation of Xuanmen, Li Qingxu muttered to himself, a burning passion igniting within him.

With the identity of the foremost among the third generation of Xuanmen, he would, to some extent, represent the dignity of the Six Sages, and traveling the Primordial World would be much safer in the future. Even powerful figures of the Primordial World like Zhen Yuanzi, Patriarch Styx, and Di Jun would have to treat him with respect.

Duobao Daoist, Grand Master Xuandu, and Guangchengzi were also inwardly shaken upon sensing that Li Qingxu had broken through to Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

Even Duobao Daoist, who had considered the position of the foremost among the third generation of Xuanmen as already within his grasp, now felt a sense of threat.

Each of them had their own thoughts, but none revealed them. Instead, they all bowed in unison to the Three Pure Ones, saying:

"Disciples pay respects to Master (Uncle-Master, Martial Uncle), may you be well!"

Primordial Heavenly Venerate's gaze swept across the disciples below. He nodded slightly, his voice like the clash of jade, clearly reaching the ears of every disciple:

"The five hundred years have passed. The Xuanmen Dao Discussion Assembly officially begins!"

Just as the disciples were eager and flexing their muscles, a spatial gate suddenly opened in the sky above Qilin Cliff.

Immediately after, a majestic and solemn twelve-petal Golden Lotus slowly emerged from the portal, emitting boundless Buddhist light as brilliant as the sun. Vast Sanskrit chants then echoed through heaven and earth, accompanied by phenomena such as falling celestial flowers and earth-gushing golden lotuses that filled the sky.

Within the golden light, several figures could be vaguely seen seated on lotus platforms, their appearances solemn and their auras as profound as the sea.