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

Chapter 1091 Heavenly Abyss Flowing Light
"Why is there still the aura of demons in these ruins?"

The two exchanged a glance; the spatial folds a hundred feet ahead were still slowly pulsating.

The colorful light moved like a living thing, casting flickering shadows on the two figures.

Just then, the sky trembled, as if someone had discovered traces of the secret realm again.

Several more figures flew in.

"It's not a good thing."

Ye Yang transmitted his thoughts and caught a glimpse of seven streaks of light flying across the sky.

The leader stood on a giant ship made of white bones, its hull covered with blood-red runes, and seemed to be a group of evil cultivators.

Three people on the left were riding on swords, the tassels of which were adorned with the flame emblem of the Crimson Sun Sect.

"Pretend to be a rogue cultivator and test his strength."

See this.

Ye Yang lightly touched the Blazing Light Wings with his fingertips, and the red and blue light receded like a tide.

The dark aura surrounding the Yama Empress also dissipated as specks of firefly light.

The two figures twisted, and in the blink of an eye, their sharpness vanished.

Ye Yang transformed into an old man in a gray robe, with sparse white hair and a half-broken jade pendant hanging from his waist.

The Queen of Hell transformed into a Taoist nun in a green robe, her face veiled.

Just as the two finished changing their forms, the giant ship of white bones in front of them crashed to the ground.

A middle-aged man in purple robes leaped down from the bone boat, his gaze sweeping over the two men like lightning, and he sneered.

"Two small fry dare to try and steal this opportunity? Don't they have a death wish?"

Ye Yang, his back hunched, said in a trembling voice, "Seniors, you've misunderstood. We were just passing by..."

"Passing by?"

The elder of the Crimson Sun Sect sneered, his sword tip pointing directly at the spatial folds.

"This meteorite brings a once-in-a-century spacetime rift. Do you think we're fools?"

With that, he swung his sword sharply, the crimson sword energy slashing towards the edge of the folds.

The moment the sword energy touched the folds, the seven-colored light suddenly transformed into a burst of starlight.

The elder of the Crimson Sun Sect hurriedly raised his sword to block, but was blasted backward by an invisible force, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"This great formation has its own restrictions; fighting is strictly prohibited!"

Other cultivators also experienced a sudden contraction in their pupils.

"There really is a secret treasure!"

Someone raised their hand and threw out a pitch-black banner, on which a hideous demonic face appeared.

"Tangle them!"

"careful!"

Unexpectedly, the attack was caught in the spatial turbulence.

The turbulent currents bounced the bone spikes back, and the bone boat suddenly split into countless bone spikes that shot out in all directions.

Ye Yang and the Queen of Hell both moved swiftly, barely avoiding the sharp bone spikes.

At that instant, the two people's disguised auras showed a slight fluctuation.

However, it was perfectly concealed by the chaos of the battlefield.

"Break the formation first!"

The elder of the Crimson Sun Sect steadied himself, and his longsword clashed with the blades of the other two disciples.

The three sword lights merged into a giant firebird.

Just as everyone was locked in a fierce battle, a cold laugh suddenly came from deep within the spatial folds.

"A bunch of idiots, do they even deserve to set foot in the secret realm?"

At this moment, more and more figures flew in.

There were Taoist disciples dressed in purple robes, and also members of an evil cult carrying bone blades.

Several independent cultivators formed a temporary alliance, all holding their breath and staring intently at the spatial rift leading to the unknown.

The air was filled with a tense atmosphere.

A wisp of sword energy swirled around Ye Yang's fingertips. As his gaze swept across the crowd, he keenly sensed several hidden divine thoughts clashing in secret.

Just as everyone was locked in a stalemate, a black streak of light suddenly flashed across the sky.

The deep roar caused the space to tremble slightly.

A gigantic six-winged demonic corpse spread its wings, blotting out the sky. It was Yan Qingying, dressed in red, sitting atop it, radiating the aura of a newly advanced Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.

Wherever it passed, meteorites shattered into dust.

"That's... Yan Qingying, the leader of the Flying Heaven Sect's Daoist soldiers!"

The elder of the Crimson Sun Sect tightened his grip on his sword slightly, a look of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

The surrounding crowd immediately erupted in a commotion, with whispers rising and falling.

"Rumor has it that she secluded herself for many years to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm, and unexpectedly, she actually succeeded!"

"The Flying Heaven Sect is on the rise! First there was Dao Ancestor Ye, and now there's Yan Qingying at the Nascent Soul Realm..."

"This six-winged demonic corpse is probably also at the Nascent Soul Realm level. No wonder it dared to come alone!"

Although everyone was wary of Yan Qingying's strength, they were unwilling to give up the opportunity in the secret realm, and subconsciously made way for her.

Yan Qingying slowly landed on the demonic corpse, her crimson gaze sweeping over the crowd, silencing all the chatter wherever she went.

Her gaze finally settled on Ye Yang and the disguised figures of the Yama Empress. Her pupils contracted slightly; for some reason, she felt that these two looked somewhat familiar. Just then, someone, disapproving of Yan Qingying's actions, snorted coldly, and demonic energy surged around him.

"Ancestor Yan, don't think that breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm means you can monopolize the opportunities! Although this secret realm is in the Purple Enclosure Star Region, it doesn't belong to the Flying Heaven Sect alone..."

"Noisy."

Yan Qingying raised her hand and waved it, and the six-winged demon corpse suddenly sprang up.

Thousands of jet-black bone spurs shot out from between its wings.

The group's expressions changed drastically. They hastily erected a shield of demonic energy, but were forced to retreat repeatedly by the bone spikes.

This move stunned everyone present; no one expected Yan Qingying to be so assertive.

Ye Yang and the Yama Queen exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of satisfaction in each other's eyes.

Yan Qingying's actions may seem reckless at this moment, but she has actually cleverly broken the deadlock.

Divert everyone's attention away from them.

"This secret realm is protected by an ancient guardian spirit; a direct attack will only result in mutual destruction."

For a time, tensions rose between the various factions, and a major battle was imminent.

Meanwhile, Ye Yang and the Queen of Hell took advantage of the chaos to quietly hide among the crowd, waiting for the best opportunity to break the formation.

This somber atmosphere lasted for half a day.

Before the words were finished, a loud, rough laugh rang out from the crowd. A barefoot, burly man shattered the meteorite beneath his feet and proclaimed in a clear voice.

"What are you all dawdling for? Do you expect the treasure to appear out of thin air?"

Ye Yang glanced at the other person, who seemed to be an elder of the Southern Wilderness Sect.

At this moment, a crimson aura, ten feet high, rose from his body, transforming into a red rainbow that charged forward into the spatial folds ahead.

The seven barbarian cultivators behind him immediately summoned bone staffs, the skulls at the top of the staffs spewing black mist, and followed closely behind, disappearing into the stream of light.

"How dare these barbarians preemptively strike first?"

A cold snort rang out from the crowd.

Several Daoist cultivators from the Qingxu Sect summoned their flying swords, which transformed into streaks of azure light and soared into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining men also set off.

Various colored lights rushed towards the folds of space like shooting stars chasing the moon, and for a moment the sky was filled with rainbows, which was quite a spectacular sight.

Ye Yang frowned slightly, noticing that the demons remained motionless.

He merely scanned the crowd's movements with a sinister gaze.

Just then, the spatial folds suddenly trembled violently, and the seven-colored light abruptly dimmed.

Fine cracks appeared on the edges, as if it would collapse and close at any moment.

"It's now!"

A glint flashed in Ye Yang's eyes, and before he could finish speaking, he transformed into a streak of light and soared into the sky.

Wherever it passed, meteorite fragments were shattered by the fierce wind.

Yan Qingying and the Yama Empress exchanged a glance. The former summoned a demonic corpse to protect herself, while the latter's Yama Empress aura rose around her.

The two of them also transformed into two streaks of light and followed closely behind.

Soon.

Just as the three of them rushed to the spatial fold, Ye Yang suddenly sensed several malicious divine senses locking onto him from behind.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw several cultivators chasing after him with sinister smiles.

"act recklessly."

Ye Yang snorted coldly, flicked his fingers, and three sword energies shot out into the air.

Upon seeing this, the cultivators hurriedly summoned their shields.

However, he was easily pierced by the sword energy and flew backward with a scream, with no time to give chase.

The moment he passed through the spatial folds, Ye Yang felt a powerful tearing force rushing towards him.

It felt as if countless invisible hands were pulling at my limbs and bones.

He immediately activated his Calamity Light Wings to protect himself, and the surrounding spatial turbulence gradually subsided.

"Boom!"

A loud bang rang in their ears, and the scene before their eyes changed abruptly.

The gray mist overhead was so low it seemed almost within reach.

The air was filled with a rich spiritual energy mixed with a faint smell of decay.

Beneath their feet lay an unfathomable void, and in the distance, the faint outlines of broken palaces could be seen.

It is clearly the remains left after the collapse of an ancient sect.

The three flew close to the void, with spatial fragments falling beneath their feet every now and then, emitting piercing shrieks. After flying for over a hundred miles, the fog ahead grew increasingly thick.

The icy turbulent currents were mixed with black demonic energy, which made a sizzling corrosive sound when it touched the protective aura.

“This demonic energy is consistent with the aura detected in the meteorite belt.”

Ye Yang flicked a wisp of sword energy from his fingertip, shattering the demonic runes.

"It seems the demons have already infiltrated this place."

Just then, the sound of flapping wings suddenly came from ahead, and seven or eight strange gray birds broke through the fog and attacked.

These strange birds are three zhang long, with bare skin covered in fleshy growths.

The curved horn gleamed with an eerie light, clearly indicating that it was a demonic beast corrupted by demonic energy.

(End of this chapter)