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

Chapter 1090 Spatial Turbulence: The Birth of Yan Qingying
After she finished speaking, she turned to look at the disciples in the square, her voice suddenly becoming stern.

"While I am away, you must guard the mountain gate strictly and ensure the safety of the sect!"

After she finished speaking, she flicked her finger.

The six-winged demon corpse behind her seemed to understand her words, and suddenly opened its huge mouth, revealing two rows of stark white bone teeth.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of corpse-like aura enveloped the entire area, and all the cultivators of the Flying Heaven Sect fell silent and bowed to receive their orders.

Yan Qingying nodded in satisfaction, then flipped over and leaped onto the back of the demon corpse. Her six pairs of black wings flapped simultaneously, stirring up a cloud of dust.

She looked down at the Flying Heaven Gate one last time, thinking to herself.

"Now is a time of great contention. Our Flying Heaven Sect has reached a bottleneck in the cultivation world. If we want to develop in the long term, we still need to explore the Starry Sky Land."

"Only by seizing this opportunity will... mark the true rise of our Flying Heaven Sect!"

Before the words were even finished, the six-winged demon corpse had already transformed into a black and red streak of light and soared into the sky.

The bone spikes at the edge of the corpse wings tore through the clouds, leaving six dark streaks in the sky.

Flying in the air, Yan Qingying looked down.

Before long, they crossed the starry sky and the boundary river, and arrived in the Purple Enclosure Star Land.

She looked down and saw the outline of the Purple Palace Star Land faintly visible beneath the clouds.

The once barren continent is now adorned with countless spiritual lights, and spiritual veins coil like giant dragons across the surface.

On the edge of the desolate land, a series of blue stone city walls were built, and the Flying Gate flags fluttered in the wind on the city walls.

The shadow of the six-winged demon corpse swept across the spirit herb garden in the desolate land.

Yan Qingying looked down and saw neatly divided cultivation areas between the ridges of the field.

The eerie glow of the Netherworld Purple Flame Flower and the crimson light of the Crimson Blood Dragon Ginseng complemented each other.

Dozens of Flying Heaven Sect disciples were carefully collecting morning dew from spiritual herbs in jade bottles.

Meanwhile, the outer defensive array shimmered with starlight and refined gold, keeping any low-level demonic beasts that occasionally approached several miles away.

"It's been organized to such an extent."

She gently stroked the bone wings of the demon corpse with her fingertips, and nodded slightly when she saw the main castle built of thousand-year-old ironwood.

The Flying Gate token hanging on the top of the fortress was actually forged from the carapace of a six-winged frost centipede.

It gleamed with a dark bluish-green luster under the sunlight, and its aura was intimidating.

Countless ferocious demonic insects were intimidated by the aura emanating from the carapace and dared not take an inch forward.

"Indeed, the weather was extraordinary."

She took a deep breath and felt the rich spiritual energy emanating from the starry sky.

It was much denser than the surface world.

Yan Qingying gently stroked the bone spur on the demon corpse's neck.

The six-winged demon corpse let out a low roar and accelerated its flight into the depths of the wilderness.

After a while.

She seemed to sense something, and a look of surprise appeared in her eyes.

"It's my senior brother's aura."

Just then, a streak of red and blue lightning flashed across the sky.

The sound of the flying wings tearing through the air grew louder as they approached.

Yan Qingying looked up and saw Ye Yang's figure had already landed in front of her, and the sword wings on his back were slowly retracting.

"Junior Sister Yan has indeed successfully broken through to the Nascent Soul Dao Realm."

Ye Yang looked at the six-winged demonic corpse beneath her, his gaze lingering for a moment on the Netherworld runes on the corpse's neck bone.

"This demonic corpse was originally at the Nascent Soul Dao Realm. Now that you have broken through to the Nascent Soul Dao Realm, if you cooperate with this demonic corpse, you may be able to unleash combat power far exceeding that of the Nascent Soul Dao Realm."

Yan Qingying flipped over and leaped off the demon corpse, her red clothes fluttering lightly in the gale, and cupped her hands to Ye Yang.

"If it weren't for the guidance and support of my senior brothers and Mr. He, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have had the opportunity to go into seclusion."

With a flick of her finger, a ray of spiritual light flew out.

"Now that I've broken through to the Nascent Soul Dao Realm, I can finally contribute to the Flying Heaven Sect."

Ye Yangdao.

"You've come at the perfect time; the Purple Palace Star Region needs you to oversee things."

He raised his hand and pointed to the asteroid belt in the northeast.

"Moreover, I'm going to explore an ancient secret realm in three days, and I'm in dire need of an assistant like you who can control demonic corpses."

"A secret realm?" A red light flashed in Yan Qingying's eyes, and the six-winged demon corpse seemed to sense something as well, letting out a low roar.

"Could it be the ruins of an ancient sect?"

"Perhaps even worse."

Ye Yang briefly recounted how the Yama Empress discovered the spatial folds.

“That secret realm has spatial turbulence. Your demonic corpse body is powerful enough to withstand the turbulence, which is why I said you came at the right time.”

Yan Qingying clapped her hands and laughed.

"It seems I have a deep connection with the Purple Palace Star Land. I just broke through and need a great battle to consolidate my realm."

She turned to look in the direction of the nearby herb garden and gave instructions to the demonic corpse behind her.

"We'll stay here and guard it. If any fools dare to approach, we'll swallow them whole."

The six-winged demonic corpse knelt down with a thud to receive the order, its massive body casting a heavy shadow across the plaza.

Seeing this scene, Ye Yang suddenly remembered something and took out a jade box from his storage bag.

"These are the tail feathers of a three-headed phoenix. Mixed with Netherworld Crystal powder, they can be refined into a Corpse Pill. If you give it to your demonic corpse, it might allow you to advance further."

Yan Qingying took the jade box, and when her fingertips touched the surface, she felt the surging fire-attribute energy inside, which perfectly complemented the coldness of the demon corpse. She couldn't help but look up and say.

"Senior brother has really thought things through for me."

Yan Qingying put the jade box into her storage bag, and watching Ye Yang walk towards the spirit herb garden, she suddenly raised her voice.

"By the way, senior brother, I have just broken through to the Nascent Soul Dao Realm and need the true spirit blood of the three phoenixes to nourish myself. I wonder if you could grant me some?"

"I have some treasures here that I can exchange with my senior brother."

Ye Yang shook his head.

"There's no need for such formalities between us. I refined the Wind and Thunder Sword Wings some time ago, and I still have some left."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and several golden blood beads flew out.

The beads, now connected, transformed into a dazzling pearl and landed in her hand.

Sensing the vast and pure energy within, a smile involuntarily appeared in her eyes.

……

the other side.

The moonlight from the meteorite belt shone like shattered silver onto the cracked meteorite.

Ye Yang and the Yama Queen stood side by side on a black rock with a diameter of a thousand feet.

A hundred feet ahead, a twisted spatial fold was slowly pulsating, like a crumpled brocade shimmering with iridescent light under the sunlight.

That was an unusual phenomenon caused by starlight refracting through the gaps after space was forcibly folded.

"This is the place."

The Yama Empress raised her hand to brush away the strands of hair at her temples. The aura of the underworld swirling around her fingertips had barely touched the edge of the folds when it was repelled by an invisible force.

“On the night of the full moon, the temporal turbulence was indeed weakened by 30%, but the resilience of this spatial barrier was even stronger than when I last explored it.”

Ye Yang stared into the depths of the folds, the Blazing Wings behind him fluttering slightly, the air currents they created causing the surrounding meteorite fragments to tremble gently.

He could clearly feel an exceptionally powerful force surging within that folded space.

“This is not a naturally formed spatial fold.” Ye Yang condensed a wisp of sword energy at his fingertips and carefully probed the fold.

"Look at the trail of light—"

The moment the sword energy touched the folds, the flowing light suddenly condensed into a star map.

The outline of the Big Dipper flashed by in it.

It then transformed into a golden pillar of light, faintly forming the framework of some kind of array.

The Queen of Hell's pupils contracted slightly.

"It is indeed the remnant of a mountain-protecting formation! Rumor has it that this place might really be the ruins of some ancient sect?"

"It's highly likely."

Ye Yang withdrew his sword energy and his gaze fell on the fleeting glimpses of light and shadow that occasionally flashed through the folds of his sword.

"This place is full of spatial turbulence, and the space inside is unstable. We need to be careful."

Just then, the two sensed several powerful demonic energies emerging from the ruins and exchanged a glance.

The two looked surprised.

"Why is there still the aura of demons in these ruins?"

(End of this chapter)