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

In the next instant, he reacted quickly.

"I am willing!"

Bai Yuan suddenly knelt down, his forehead slamming heavily against the bluestone.

"As long as you give me your orders, I will go through fire and water, even at the cost of my life!"

Ye Yang smiled slightly and raised his hand to offer support.

Bai Yuan felt a gentle force lift him up. When he looked up, he saw a crystal-clear token appear in the other person's palm.

It is engraved with a special emblem that has never been seen before.

It resembles both a sword and a knife, making it quite unique.

"If there is any trouble, go to the Flying Heaven Gate to request support."

"From this day forward, you are the leader of the Jianghai Alliance. Remember—your sword must be used to strike those who deserve to be struck."

Bai Yuan reached out and gripped the token tightly, examining it closely. He then noticed that the emblem on the edge of the token gleamed with a blood-red light under the moonlight.

"senior."

Baek Yeon's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Elder Zuo has already reached the peak of the Dharma Aspect realm, and is further protected by the Jianghai Alliance's mountain-protecting formation."

Ye Yang gave Bai Yuan a meaningful look, a smile playing on his lips: "Just you wait and see."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Yang pointed his right hand, fingers pointing like a sword, and gently pointed it into the air.

"Zheng!"

A sword cry rang out from the heavens, initially like the fluttering of a mosquito's wings, but in an instant it transformed into a thunderous roar.

The sound of swords rang out.

Bai Yuan felt his blood freeze, and a powerful pressure that made his soul tremble descend from the sky. He looked up and was so horrified that his soul shattered.

Suddenly, the clouds above the Jianghai Alliance headquarters tore apart.

A sword light that stretched across the sky pierced the night, like the Milky Way pouring down.

The sword light was extremely vast and transparent, yet its edges were wrapped with wisps of red lotus-shaped flames. Wherever it passed, space distorted, revealing countless fine cracks.

"This is... sword energy hidden in the void!"

Bai Yuan's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

He had read in ancient books that only those who had cultivated swordsmanship to its peak possessed such power.

Moreover, not only that, the opponent has so closely integrated the sword with the void that he can so easily touch the void.

The opponent is at least at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, or even at the bottleneck of the Void Refinement stage.

now.

Before the sword light even arrived, the entire Jianghai Alliance was already shaking.

The Jianghai Alliance's mountain-protecting formation, the Three Rivers Suppressing Sea Formation, automatically activated. Subsequently, thirty-six light pillars of aquamarine soared into the sky, intertwining to form a massive barrier.

However, this protective mountain formation was now lacking the guidance of a Taoist cultivator, and when faced with the sword light, it did not offer any resistance whatsoever, shattering like a bubble the moment it touched the sword light.

The elders of each peak within the Jianghai Alliance awoke with a start, gazing at the sky in terror.

"This is!"

"Not good, quickly activate the mountain-protecting formation."

"Damn it! The Dao Ancestor just died, who has my Jianghai Alliance offended this time?"

……

For a time, the people within the Jianghai Alliance were abuzz with discussion and commotion.

Especially when they saw the giant sword falling from the sky, they were momentarily at a loss.

Some people realized what was happening and tried to quickly activate the formation, but it was too late.

Suddenly, a sword light soaring into the sky slashed down from above.

Elder Zuo was meditating in the quiet room when he suddenly opened his eyes, his expression changing drastically.

The jade pendant at his waist shattered with a "crack," a terrible omen.

Before he could react, the rooftop had silently turned to dust. The destructive sword light hung above Jianghai Alliance, its sharp intent, seemingly capable of splitting the sky, aimed directly at the top of his head.

"Fellow Taoist Who?"

Elder Zuo shouted sharply, and a celestial-like Dharma image appeared behind him.

The Dharma image flashed with crystalline light and instantly left the body, while simultaneously summoning the natal treasure "Mysterious Netherworld Heavy Water Pearl".

That bead was the result of three hundred years of painstaking crafting. Now, combined with the magic behind him, it quickly transformed into a vast black ocean, protecting the Jianghai Alliance.

Boom!
The sword light collided with the black water, but there was no earth-shattering explosion, only a slight hissing sound.

The Xuanming Heavy Water, which was said to be able to resist all things, melted away completely like spring snow meeting the sun.

Elder Zuo let out a shrill scream, and then disintegrated inch by inch in the sword light.

All of this may seem like a long process, but in reality, it only takes a blink of an eye.

When the Jianghai Alliance members arrived at Elder Zuo's residence, they only saw a sitting corpse.

This powerful cultivator, whose reputation had been known throughout the East China Sea for hundreds of years, had a red mark between his eyebrows and a peaceful, sleeping face, but his body was devoid of any vitality.

The Jianghai Alliance headquarters is now in complete chaos.

An elderly man with a white beard and a livid face stood beside the corpse of Elder Zuo, the compass needle in his hand spinning wildly.

"What terrifying residual sword energy!"

His voice trembled, and the compass in his hand shook incessantly amidst the remaining sword energy.

"At least a strike from the peak of the Nascent Soul stage!"

Zhou Li and the other elders remained silent, trembling with fear.

They had just checked and found that Elder Zuo's physical body was dead, and even his Dharma form and soul had been directly destroyed, truly a complete annihilation of both body and spirit.

What's even more terrifying is that this sword strike was unbelievably accurate.

Apart from Elder Zuo, no one within a hundred miles was injured, and even the spiritual herb in his meditation room remained intact.

"Who made the move? Could it be an enemy of the Grand Elder?"

As everyone looked at Elder Zuo's corpse, they all began to speculate.

If the other party harbors hostility towards Jianghai Alliance, given Jianghai Alliance's current situation, it is simply no match for their sword strike.

However, the other party did not seem to have much interest in the Jianghai Alliance, and only killed Elder Zuo.

"Probably not."

Upon hearing this, many people voiced their opposition.

Yet, someone with such cultivation could split the heavens and earth with a single sword strike. If the Grand Elder were his enemy, he would never have waited until now to make his move.

"To be able to control sword energy so precisely."

The white-bearded old man seemed to have thought of something, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"I'm afraid only that one."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed drastically.

Ye Daozu of the Flying Heaven Sect possessed a divine swordsmanship realm and cleaved down the Heavenly Demon with a single sword strike.

Moreover, that sword energy just now was indeed powered by the Crimson Lotus, capable of cleaving through the void. If it really was him who made the move.
"Report"

A disciple rushed in, panicking, "A sword mark has been found outside the mountain gate, stretching for several miles and its depth is unfathomable!"

The hall fell silent instantly.

The white-bearded old man's compass fell to the ground with a "clatter," and he slumped down in the armchair.

"Issue the order: Jianghai Alliance will be sealed off for three to five years, effective immediately! No disciple is permitted to leave the mountain!"

Meanwhile, beside the dry well.

Ye Yang withdrew his finger as if he had only done something insignificant. He turned to look at Bai Yuan.

"Now, the obstacle has been removed."

"As for how to take control of Jianghai Alliance next, that's up to you."

"A single sword strike shattered the great formation, slaying the Dharma Image."

Bai Yuan stood frozen beside the dry well, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

He witnessed the sword light, after slaying Elder Zuo, still undiminished in its momentum, cleave through a mountain peak of the Jianghai Alliance before finally disappearing into the depths of the East China Sea.

At this moment, not only the headquarters of the Jianghai Alliance, but also the sea on the ground, was cleaved into a bottomless chasm that has been unable to close for a long time.

Upon hearing this, Bai Yuan suddenly knelt down, his forehead slamming heavily against the bluestone.

"I will never forget your great kindness, senior!"

His voice trembled, a mixture of fear and barely suppressed excitement.

With Elder Zuo's death, the power structure of the Jianghai Alliance will inevitably be reshaped, presenting him with a golden opportunity to rise to power. Ye Yang flicked his sleeve, and a gentle force lifted Bai Yuan up.

In the subsequent plan, Bai Yuan is just one link in the chain.

As the East Sea calamity intensifies, someone must consolidate the coastal forces to safeguard the interests of the Flying Heaven Sect. Bai Yuan, with his weak foundation and easily controllable Pure Water Body, is the most suitable pawn, holding leverage over others.

However, his cultivation level is only average, and he is not yet capable of taking on important responsibilities.

"Remember, you only have three years."

His gaze was like lightning, seemingly able to see right through people's hearts.

"If you fail to gain control of the Jianghai Alliance within three years, then I will take everything you possess."

"This junior will certainly live up to your expectations!"

Bai Yuan took a deep breath, a flame of ambition igniting in his eyes.

"Within three years, we will win the hearts and minds of the Jianghai Alliance."

Ye Yang nodded slightly, and his figure began to become ethereal.

Just as he was about to disappear, he suddenly flicked his finger, and a point of golden light entered Bai Yuan's brow.

"This is."

Bai Yuan felt that a profound and mysterious technique had appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness, which was none other than the follow-up mental cultivation method of the "Heavenly River and Sky Dao Technique".

"Consider this carefully."

Ye Yang's voice came from the void, "With the Pure Water Body combined with this technique, one can directly reach the Primordial Spirit."

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, only then realizing that he had only passed the initial test of this senior.

Bai Yuan looked around and saw the figure disappear. He wanted to thank him, but found that there was no one around.

The night wind swept across the dry well, dispersing the lingering sword energy, as if everything just now was merely an illusion.

But the icy touch of the Flying Heaven Gate token in his hand, and the newly acquired Daoist techniques in his sea of ​​consciousness, reminded him that it was not a dream.

Although the other person had already disappeared.

However, the red sword light that cleaved the heavens and earth still lingered in Bai Yuan's pupils.

"One sword. Just one sword."

He trembled as he reached for the jade slip in his robes. When his fingertips touched the raised red lotus pattern on the Flying Heaven Gate token, he was suddenly struck as if by lightning.

The legendary Ye Daozu, a master of both swords and sabers, had a Dao sword called the Taixu Red Lotus as his natal weapon!

His legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees on the cracked bluestone slab, oblivious to the bloodstains on his knees from the broken stones.

"Tai Xu. Red Lotus Sword. Ye Daozu".

His lips trembled as he squeezed out those words, and the earth-shattering sword strike that had pierced the sky above Yuyang City in the East China Sea three years ago flashed through his mind. How similar was that sword light that had traversed the sky back then to what he was seeing now!
Back then, the sword light was hundreds of miles away, but now it was right in front of him. The oppressive force that made his soul tremble made his internal organs tremble.

Bai Yuan suddenly coughed violently, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

He then realized that his Taoist robe was soaked with cold sweat. As he let out a cry of surprise, Bai Yuan saw Yun Duan's figure turn his head slightly.

Even though they were thousands of feet apart, he felt a gaze piercing through him like a sword, making his flesh and bones seem transparent.

The shimmering blue mist generated by the self-circulating water purification system emitted a faint hissing sound when it came into contact with this gaze.

"Disciple Bai Yuan pays respects to the Dao Ancestor!"

Sobbing voices echoed through the ruins.

"This disciple will certainly give his life to live up to the Dao Ancestor's expectations!"

A commotion of voices could be heard in the distance, but fortunately, cultivators from the Jianghai Alliance were on their way.

Bai Yuan hurriedly wiped the blood off his face and carefully hid the Heavenly River and Sky Heaven Dao Technique and the token close to his body.

The night wind dispersed the smoke of battle, revealing a sliver of dawn in the east.

Standing at the boundary between the ruins and the dawn, Bai Yuan suddenly felt that the Pure Water Body within his body was more active than ever before, as if thousands of streams were singing joyfully in his meridians.

He didn't know if it was the influence of the Heavenly River and Sky Dao Technique, or some kind of enlightenment he gained while watching the Dao Ancestor draw his sword.

But one thing was clear to him.

From this day forward, I will no longer be the same person I was before.

And all of this began with that seemingly casual sword strike from the figure in the green robe.

……

The East China Sea surged with fury, and Ye Yang strode across the waves, his green robe fluttering in the sea breeze.

Seven days have passed since he parted ways with Jiang Haimeng. Instead of rushing back to Feitianmen, he slowly patrolled the sea area where the demons were frequently active.

"strangeness."

Ye Yang's brows furrowed slightly as a wisp of residual demonic energy brushed past his fingertips.

Along the way, the demons have been much more peaceful, and the cultivators and people along the route have resumed their lives.

The demons that once ravaged the land seemed to have vanished overnight, and the people in the coastal fishing villages even began to repair the destroyed docks.

Judging from their performance on the Tongtian River, they don't seem to be giving up on their goal so easily.

Suddenly, the Taixu Red Lotus Sword at Ye Yang's waist trembled slightly, and the patterns on the scabbard glowed faintly.

"We've arrived at Tianxin Island."

Ye Yang looked down at the vast ocean below, and with a wave of his sleeve, his figure transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the horizon.

Beneath his feet, the vast sea was slowly closing in, splashing up thousands of feet of waves, and soon he saw an island on the sea surface shrouded in seven-colored light.

It was Tianxin Island, where the Dao Alliance had notified all cultivators to gather, that was the place.

As he stepped onto the island, the fine white sand on the beach parted automatically, forming a path leading to the top of the mountain.

Along the way, amidst the exotic flowers and rare herbs, traces of formations laid out by cultivators from various sects could be faintly seen.

"Master Ye, how have you been?"

Suddenly, a clear, cold female voice came from mid-air.

Ye Yang looked up and saw that Mo Xuan was dressed in black, and the signature black jade hairpin in her hair gleamed faintly in the sunlight. Behind her floated thirty-six crystal-clear transparent longswords, their sword energy condensed but not released, hidden in the void.

It seems the other party made remarkable progress during their last trip to Burial Star Valley.

Ye Yang smiled slightly: "Is Fairy Mo here to join in the fun too?"

The words had barely left her lips when she suddenly caught a whiff of lotus fragrance. Thousands of white lotuses rose from the sea, and a barefoot female cultivator emerged from the stamens, golden bells jingling on her wrists.

"Handan is late."

The Lotus Fairy of the Pure Lotus Sect bowed gracefully, the vermilion mark at the corner of her eye appearing vividly red. The white lotus in her hand flickered with light, and countless Sanskrit characters seemed to flow within its petals.

Ye Yang squinted at the sky and saw that the nine large stars in the sky were already linked together, with the brightest star, Greedy Wolf, constantly emitting starlight.

He secretly calculated with his fingers hidden in his sleeve, and suddenly sensed something unusual. This time, the trajectory of the stars was mixed with a trace of ancient aura.

Subsequently, more than a dozen powerful auras appeared on the island. Standing on the eastern reef was a burly man with a thick beard carrying a giant bronze axe on his back; he was none other than the Fierce Mountain Ancestor of the Northern Wilderness War Sect.

Under the pine tree on the west side, a young man who looks like a scholar is playing the zither. In reality, he is Xie Wuxian, the master of the Sound Killing Pavilion.

Further away, there were several figures shrouded in black robes, surrounded by poisonous gas; they appeared to be cultivators from the Southern Frontier.

"It seems that the reappearance of the Starry Sky Enclave has drawn out the old monsters who were in seclusion."

Mo Xuan transmitted her voice, and the Ice Soul Sword Formation slightly adjusted its position.

Ye Yang nodded calmly, his gaze sweeping across the entire area. These cultivators appeared to be standing casually, but in reality, their positions corresponded to the formation.

As Yuqing and the other two were exchanging pleasantries, a clear and melodious crane cry suddenly echoed from the sky.

Yu Qingzi arrived riding a crane, his silver whisk cascading down like a galaxy.

"Fellow Daoists," the old Daoist said in a gentle voice.

"I just observed the celestial phenomena, and the gathering of the nine stars is three days earlier than expected."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression turned serious.

Yu Qingzi suddenly flicked his whisk, and a three-dimensional star map appeared in the air: "I have deduced that at three-quarters past the hour of Chou tomorrow, when the nine stars align, the Starry Sky Flying Land will appear three hundred miles east of Tianxin Island."

The red dot marked on the star map suddenly expanded, transforming into a phantom continent suspended in the void.

"The enclave is now open."

Yu Qingzi looked around at everyone.

"Since everyone has been to that starry sky enclave, I won't go into details."

"As always, there are opportunities in the starry sky, but if we encounter anything that threatens the survival of the cultivation world, we must work together to seal it."

As night fell, the cultivators began to meditate.

Ye Yang sat alone on the cliff overlooking the sea, the Taixu Red Lotus Sword lying across his knees.

"I wonder if any of you have noticed any unusual movements by the demons recently."

Suddenly, the space beside Ye Yang rippled slightly, and Mo Xuan's figure appeared.

(End of this chapter)