Two Human Immortals over six thousand years old sat in a small pavilion deep within the Daoist School, and the snow fell even more heavily. The pavilion was surrounded by a vast expanse of white snow, with a small clay stove in it, glowing red with coal, and the fragrance of wine from the heated pots was rich.

"Red Leaf Wine, it needs to be roasted on the bones of this Fiery Flame demon to catalyze its flavor..."

Although the Celestial Fool is not a fan of wine, he occasionally enjoys a drink with particular care.

This kind of Spirit Wine, ordinary people would immediately die from intoxication after just one sniff. Even Spirit Immortals would find it somewhat challenging to handle.

The Celestial Fool and Sikong Ling have been friends for countless centuries, and it was rare to meet even once in a hundred or so years, so of course, they had to have a drink.

Sikong Ling drank a cup of Red Leaf Wine, and his Divine Soul seemed to be ignited by the intense aroma, feeling a surge of heat inside and out, prompting him to exhale audibly.

The rolling heat dispersed, instantly melting the several inches of accumulated snow before the pavilion, even thawing the frozen pond into steam.

"You've ruined a perfectly elegant snowy scene, you old Daoist."

The Celestial Fool scolded lightheartedly, "And spoiled my good wine."

"I haven't had a sip in hundreds of years, and I can barely handle the potency."

Sikong Ling sighed, "I'm getting old."

The Celestial Fool fell silent as well, having passed the Twelve Tribulations marks the end. To continue onward, the only path is to ascend.

Certainly, hiding away in the Cyan Celestial Realm could extend one's life by another one or two thousand years. But the longer one lingers thus, their Divine Soul Power will decline instead.

At that time, attempting to cross the tribulation would undoubtedly result in death.

Now, both he and Sikong Ling have reached this point, so discussing it brings a sense of poignancy.

The Celestial Fool drank a cup of wine, forcefully swallowing the heat and adding a touch of flush to his aged face.

Suddenly, he said, "This Celestial Master is our chance!"

Sikong Ling couldn't help but laugh, "So you shamelessly insist on getting close to him."

Calling himself a disciple in front of Gao Xuan, the Celestial Fool really did swallow his pride. Although Chen Jiu Feng and the others didn't say it out loud, they must be mocking him in their hearts. Sikong Ling doesn't entirely agree with this.

The Celestial Fool laughed heartily, "Among us cultivators, those who attain are revered as masters. Celestial Master Gao's Divine Techniques are unparalleled; even claiming to be his disciple is reaching high."

He said with some regret, "Unfortunately, he truly does not accept disciples, otherwise, I would immediately switch allegiances."

Sikong Ling rolled his eyes at the Celestial Fool, "Is it worth it?"

The Celestial Fool shook his head, "You haven't seen the Celestial Master's Divine Power firsthand; you don't understand the awe it commands. In my view, the Celestial Master's Power isn't much stronger than that of Xuan Xiang and the others; it's his Realm that is far superior."

The Celestial Fool sighed long, "This kind of refined control over Power, if only we could learn just two or three techniques, crossing tribulation and ascending to the Upper Realm would be easily achieved."

"Are you that certain?"

Sikong Ling expressed some doubt, "I suspect the Celestial Master is not more than a thousand years old. Perhaps not even five hundred."

The cultivator's appearance can change a thousand times, but their Divine Soul's aura is difficult to conceal. A Divine Soul that has been tempered by years can never pose as youthful.

Gao Xuan's Divine Soul aura is full of vigorous vitality, akin to a young boy. From Sikong Ling's perspective, Gao Xuan is barely several decades old.

Of course, that's absolutely impossible. At the stage of Human Immortal, who hasn't undergone thousands of years of cultivation? Even with unparalleled talent, it's impossible for Gao Xuan to achieve Human Immortal in just decades.

"Why do you care about his age? The younger he is, the more it proves his greatness."

The Celestial Fool said disdainfully, "I know your thoughts; surely you all think the Celestial Master used some extraordinary Immortal Artifact, or even Earth Artifact, to single-handedly annihilate numerous Buddhists monks."

He forcefully shook his head, "I'll say it again, the Celestial Master may have strong Immortal Artifacts, but his Power comes entirely from his own strength, unrelated to external objects!"

Sikong Ling was half-convinced and half-doubtful; the Celestial Fool's words seemed too exaggerated, exaggerated to the point of incredulity. The Cyan Celestial Realm is located at the bottom of the Nine Heavens, with limited Spiritual Qi.

The Twelve Thunder Tribulations mark the limit of Power in this realm. Xuan Xiang already stands at the pinnacle of this realm. Yet, there remains distinction in the application of Power.

The four Human Immortals of the Daoist Sect all acknowledge that Xuan Xiang's Great Mighty Celestial Dragon is extraordinarily profound, a level above theirs. However, no matter how strong Xuan Xiang is, it's impossible to fight two at once.

Gao Xuan's feats are excessively exaggerated; aside from dozens of Arhats, he single-handedly destroyed four Golden Body Arhats.

In private assessments, Sikong Ling and the others concluded that Gao Xuan must possess some strong Immortal Artifact or even Earth Artifact, enabling him to single-handedly defeat numerous Buddhist Sect experts.

Nonetheless, Sikong Ling greatly trusts the Celestial Fool's character. The old man, stressing this repeatedly, must have his reasons. Moreover, although direct in his actions, the Celestial Fool is extremely clever.

The Celestial Fool said again, "Celestial Master Gao's refined operation of Power is absolutely unparalleled, unmatched by anyone. I have almost no chance of crossing the Thirteenth Tribulation. If I could receive just a bit of guidance from Celestial Master Gao, there might still be some chance." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

He smiled and said to Sikong Ling, "You haven't reached this step yet, so naturally you wouldn't understand the awe cultivators have for death. Only while alive does one's face have meaning. Moreover, as small Human Immortals, we are mere chickens and dogs before Celestial Master Gao, what qualification do we have to talk about face..."

Sikong Ling also felt a deep resonance; he too had passed the Twelfth Tribulation, albeit three hundred years later than the Celestial Fool. Time was still somewhat abundant for him. Even so, he felt immense pressure.

In these three hundred years of desperate cultivation, his chance of crossing the tribulation was only one or two percent. Relaxing and enjoying might allow survival for another one or two thousand years. It's a difficult choice.

The Celestial Fool earnestly said to Sikong Ling, "No matter how you perceive it, I'm determined to hold onto Celestial Master Gao's thick thigh."

Sikong Ling chuckled and raised his wine cup, "Alright, then I wish you success. Perhaps you can lend a hand to your younger brother at that time."

The Celestial Fool said heroically, "For that sentiment, if I succeed, I won't forget you."