The Rise of the Sect: I am the most persistent person in the world of immortal cultivation

"It seems that Feitianmen has really joined forces with the Qilin Ancient Clan. This is already the third batch of transport ships from the Qilin Ancient Clan that have appeared in this period of time."

Everyone held their breath and looked at the giant ship quietly, their hearts full of anticipation and longing.

At this moment, the setting sun gradually sinks to the west, dyeing the sea surface into a gorgeous orange-red color.

Wang Laosi slowly steered the spirit boat back to the voyage, standing at the stern, letting the sea breeze brush across his face. Looking at the sparkling sea surface filled with golden afterglow, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and suddenly said.

"Let's explore the east tomorrow. I heard that a small island has been discovered there. There may be rare medicinal herbs growing on it."

"If we do it well this time, we will have the capital to exchange for evil spirits. Once we break through to the late stage of warrior, things will be very different from before."

Everyone nodded in response, and their laughter drifted across the sea with the sea breeze, then moved forward.

Today, the temperature dropped sharply.

A sea breeze blew in from the East China Sea. Soon, the cold sea breeze blew fine snow across the bronze city walls of Feitian Gate, making the bronze gate buzz.

Ye Yang was wearing a black Taoist robe, and the cold wind blew, making the robe rustle.

He looked up and found that the sea of ​​clouds in the distance was boiling, and suddenly a line of green light appeared. After a while, a huge jade-colored boat penetrated the strong wind layer, and the ancient runes flowing on the hull echoed with the star tracks in the sky.

The emerald eyes of the Qilin statue on the bow actually emitted little starlight, illuminating the harbor below.

"The spiritual materials that have been delivered should be almost there."

Ye Yang's pupils shrank slightly when he saw the many silver-armored monks on the Qilin ancient ship walking down the cloud steps one after another.

The silver lines flowing between the gaps in the armor of these monks are obviously extraordinary and of extremely high grade.

At this moment, Ye Yang seemed to sense something and frowned slightly. From a distance, a snow-colored spirit pigeon fluttered and landed on his shoulder. Then the spirit pigeon lowered its head, opened its mouth and spit out a jade slip as long as a finger.

Ye Yang took the jade slip. It felt as cool as ice. The moment his spiritual consciousness probed into it, the temperature of Ye Yang's body rose suddenly.

The jade slip was sent by Feitianmen, and the content inside was that Yan Qingying had some recent feelings, and she needed to focus her energy on breaking through to the Dharmakāya realm.

"Junior Sister Yan is finally going to try to break through to the level of a Dharma Real Person."

The corners of Ye Yang's mouth rose slightly, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes.

At this time of great contention, if Yan Qingying can successfully break through, it will be a happy event for the entire sect.

He turned and looked at Jin Tianyang beside him, and Ye Yang bowed.

"Elder Jin, a junior in the sect is about to break through. I need to return to the sect to protect him. Please forgive me."

Upon hearing this, Jin Tianyang's eyes sparkled, and then he laughed heartily: "You are too polite, Ye Daozu! It is a great joy that your family has produced so many talented people. I would like to congratulate you here!"

Ye Yang nodded with a smile.

"Thank you, Elder Jin. Once this matter is settled, we will discuss the matter of the Starry Sky Battleship in detail."

After saying that, his figure flashed and turned into a stream of light and flew towards the depths of the sect.

In Feitian Gate, the cold pond in the back mountain was steaming with milky white mist, and the green light wrapped around Yan Qingying's body had turned into substance.

The steam rising from the cold pond was filled with jade-like ice crystals, each of which reflected a faint blue light.

There was mist hanging over the cold pond.

Yan Qingying sat cross-legged on a raised blue stone in the middle of the pool, her eyes slightly closed, a faint blue halo surrounding her body.

The water in the pond moved without wind, forming a small whirlpool with her as the center, and the entire cold pond was echoing the rhythm of her breathing.

The frost patterns on the surface of the bluestone were quietly spreading in the shape of lotus petals, making her look like a fairy carved out of ice and jade.

At this moment, a dragon-like vibration came from the depths of the pool, and thousands of ripples suddenly condensed into a suspended water mirror, reflecting the star-like Taoist patterns flowing around her body.

Ye Yang stroked the gnarled branches of the ancient pine tree, and felt a slight vibration under his fingertips, which was a sign of resonance of the underground spiritual veins.

The next moment, the underground spiritual vein and the cold pond seemed to reach a strange resonance.

A whirlpool rose from the cold pond, rolling back to the sky, lifting Yan Qingying up to a height of ten feet. Her green shirt rustled, as if she was about to turn into a blue bird flapping its wings. His fingertips trembled slightly, ready to attack at any time. If Yan Qingying made any mistakes during the breakthrough, he would forcibly intervene in her breakthrough.

"here we go."

Ye Yang whispered, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

As if to confirm his words, the spiritual energy above the cold pond suddenly fluctuated violently.

The halo around Yan Qingying suddenly expanded and turned into a pillar of light that shot up into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds.

"Buzz!"

A clear sound like shattering glass rang out between heaven and earth, and the sword mark between Yan Qingying's eyebrows suddenly emitted a cold light like moonlight.

Ye Yang's pupils suddenly shrank, and she saw that the spiritual energy around her condensed into countless ice-blue threads, outlining a mysterious sword trajectory in the air.

These silk threads suddenly turned into swimming fish, and suddenly gathered into blooming winter plum blossoms. Every change carried a rhythm beyond common sense, shocking the snow on the shore to float up.

"I see."

A light laugh escaped from Ye Yang's throat, and half a sword lotus had condensed in his palm without him noticing.

"Using the softness of water to carry the strength of the sword, and using external objects to show the sword's intent, this girl has truly comprehended the principle of the interaction between yin and yang."

After a while, the entire cold pond was suddenly frozen by the cold air, and thousands of ice crystal swords broke out from the ice and formed a rotating sword formation in the air.

"Condensing the Dharma Image and Gathering the True Spirit"

Ye Yang narrowed his eyes and felt the temperature around him drop suddenly. Tiny ice crystals began to condense on the surface of the pool.

The true energy in Yan Qingying's body surged like a river, whizzing through her meridians.

In her mind, she recalled all the experiences she had over the years: her humble origins, her being given away by her parents, her joining Feitian Sect, her love tribulations, her enlightenment in the sword tomb, her battles in the demon abyss, and her profound insights when she manipulated the demon corpses in the Dao realm.
All the accumulation is integrated at this moment.

"My swordsmanship."

She gradually began to understand.

“It’s not about strength, but about change; it’s not about sharpness, but about artistic conception.”

At the moment this thought came to mind, the water in the cold pond suddenly began to boil, but instead of becoming hot, it emitted an even more biting chill.

Columns of water shot up into the sky and condensed into countless small ice crystal swords in the air, swirling and dancing around Yan Qingying.

Ye Yang's eyes gleamed: "Is this... the Dharma image about to condense?"

When ordinary cultivators break through the Dharmakāya realm, they usually condense a Dharmakāya form that is similar to the method they practice, such as dragons and tigers, mountains, sun and moon, etc.

Yan Qingying practiced the ancient method of mixing all kinds of demons passed down by the Beast Demon Sect.

This method is a Taoist method, and is also the successor to the Three Kings Fighting Heaven Treasure Seal that she had practiced before.

However, the Dharma image she condensed today was based on the sword and took the sword as its shape, which clearly showed her unique understanding of the way of the sword.

At this time, there were more and more small ice crystal swords, gradually gathering into a huge sword shadow behind Yan Qingying.

This sword shadow is different from the sharp edge of an ordinary flying sword. Instead, it is like the reflection of the moon in a cold pond, which is difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. The sword body flows with a ripple-like sheen, sometimes clear as a solid object, and sometimes transparent as if it does not exist.

"The sword pulls out the green scales and snake tail, and the string strikes the red feathers and sparks flow."

Yan Qingying opened her red lips and uttered a few words.

As she finished her words, the sword shadow behind her took shape completely, emitting a pressure as vast as the ocean.

Ye Yang raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"What a sword that draws out the green scales, a bow that strikes the red feathers, a combination of the real and the fake, a combination of hardness and softness. This girl has actually found her own way."

(End of this chapter)