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

Chapter 1093 Mysterious Shadow
And the other side.

In a dark, secluded cave within a hidden realm.

The eerie blue flames danced on the rock wall, casting the silhouette of a slender figure at varying lengths.

A figure sat upright in a silver chair, the crimson threads wrapped around his fingertips suddenly taut.

His previously calm breathing suddenly became heavy.

Through the water mirror in front of her, she could clearly see that Ye Yang and the other two were annihilating the swarm of Yin Centipede Bees.

The swarm of insects that she had nurtured with a century's worth of lifeblood turned into charred powder in an instant.

"waste!"

The woman's voice was icy cold and carried an unquestionable authority; she had left five deep finger marks on the armrest of the chair.

"If you can't even stop a few reptiles, what's the point of keeping them around?"

The next moment, a yellow light flashed in front of her.

Before long, the void rippled, and a short, furry figure appeared.

It resembled a weasel, except it had wings on its back and drool dripping from its sharp snout and fangs. At that moment, it lay trembling on the ground.

"Master, please calm down! Those people are no ordinary individuals; they are all at least at the Nascent Soul Realm. I will immediately go and request the 'Blood Centipede King' to assist us. We will surely grind them to dust!"

The woman slowly raised her eyes, and two crimson spots seemed to flash across her blurred face. Suddenly, the blood-red thread at her fingertips pointed to the figures of the three people in the water mirror.

“These people are up to no good…it seems they’re after the ‘Xuanyuan Sect’s legacy’.”

She paused, then her voice suddenly turned stern.

"Tell the Blood Centipede King that I want to see them alive or dead! I want to personally strip them of their primordial spirits to feed my 'children'!"

"Yes! I'll do it right away!"

The short figure, as if granted a pardon, flapped its wings and transformed into a wisp of yellow smoke, darting out of the cave.

After it disappeared, a series of low, muffled incantations echoed from the depths of the cave.

On the altar in front of the woman, dozens of blood-red runes suddenly lit up, reflecting the dense chains beneath the altar.

At the end of the chains were several corpses of cultivators that were not yet completely stiffened, their primordial spirits being slowly extracted by runes.

It transformed into wisps of blood mist and merged into the black crystal at the center of the altar.

"It's just one last step... No one can ruin my plans."

The woman closed her eyes again, and the blood-red threads at her fingertips began to dance once more.

The temperature in the entire cave suddenly dropped, and even the ghostly blue flames seemed to be frozen in mid-air.

The cliffs on both sides of the canyon were scorched by the blazing sun, and loose rocks fell in the heat.

……

The disciples of the Crimson Sun Sect formed a sword formation.

The sword tip spewed flames half a foot long, forcing the White Bone Sect cultivators to the narrow stone path.

"That Soul-Suppressing Jade was first discovered by my Crimson Sun Sect. Why should it be given to you bone-playing scum!"

The red-faced cultivator leading the group roared, and his longsword suddenly swelled, transforming into a fire dragon that lunged at the opposite side.

The White Bone Sect Master sneered, slamming his bone staff into the ground, instantly creating several cracks.

Countless pale, bony claws burst from the ground, tightly binding the fire dragon's limbs.

"The treasure will be obtained by the destined one. You cannot suppress the evil spirit within this jade, so keeping it would be a waste!"

He suddenly waved his hand, and a ball of green fire shot out from the skull at the top of the bone staff.

The protective spiritual light of the two Chiyang Sect disciples crackled and burned.

Just as the two sides were locked in a fierce battle, the Soul-Suppressing Jade emitted a ghostly blue light on the stone platform.

A yellow shadow shot out from the shadows at the top of the cliff, as fast as a shooting star.

The Chiyang Sect cultivator felt a blur before his eyes, and suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold on his neck.

He instinctively looked down and saw his head rolling to the ground.

The last thing that caught my eye was a hairy claw peeking out from under Huang Ying's sleeve, its nails gleaming with a bluish-black poisonous light.

"Who goes there?!" The White Bone Sect Master was both shocked and furious. He swung his bone staff out, but Huang Ying easily dodged it.

The figure weaved through the crowd, its movements eerily ghostly.

With each raised hand, a head flew into the air.

The bone armor of the White Bone Sect disciples was like paper in front of him, and the flames of the Crimson Sun Sect couldn't even burn the hem of his clothes.

A disciple offered a communication talisman, but it was instantly corroded by the black gas spewed from Huang Ying's mouth.

Some tried to escape, only to find that their legs had turned to ashes without them noticing, leaving only half of their bodies twitching on the ground.

In just three breaths, the sounds of fighting in the canyon came to an abrupt halt.

A yellow shadow hovered above the stone platform, its furry outline illuminated by the eerie light of the Soul-Suppressing Jade.

Its pointed beak parted in a strange arc.

He looked down at the corpses scattered on the ground, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the Soul-Suppressing Jade. His fingertips had barely touched the surface of the jade when...

The jade then cracked open with a "crack," and he absorbed all the malevolent energy sealed inside.

Then, he swayed.

It once again transformed into a yellow shadow and disappeared into the cliff face, as if it had never existed.

Only the blood still dripping from the stone platform and the eerie smell in the air, a mixture of stench from corpses and burning flesh, remained.

This proves that a massacre had just occurred here.

Before the remaining disciples could even gasp in surprise, Huang Ying had already weaved through the crowd.

His movements were completely unpretentious; wherever his fingertips touched, whether it was the protective flames of the Crimson Sun Sect or the bone armor of the White Bone Sect, they shattered like paper.

The screams lasted only three breaths before the canyon fell completely silent, leaving only scattered corpses and limbs.

Some were still twitching slightly, while others had been frozen solid.

Half an hour later.

Ye Yang and his two companions followed the scent of blood and arrived at the scene, only to be met with this hellish sight.

"Such a fast technique."

Yan Qingying's six-winged demonic corpse let out an uneasy growl, its eyes flashing red light.

“These wounds… are like being instantly cut by some kind of sharp weapon, without even allowing the primordial spirit to escape.”

The Queen of Hell crouched down, her fingertips touching a piece of bone that was still warm, her brows furrowed.

"There are very faint spatial fluctuations on the bones, the murderer may be skilled in spatial magic."

Ye Yang didn't look at the corpses; his gaze fell on the mountain walls on both sides of the canyon.

The rocks were dark in color, standing out starkly against the surrounding ochre-red mountains.

Moreover, the rock strata are arranged in a chaotic manner, as if they were forcibly pieced together.

He placed his hand on a black stone about ten feet in size. The moment his spiritual energy entered, a few faint afterimages of runes appeared on the surface of the stone.

"These are not the original rocks of the canyon."

Ye Yang ran his fingertips across the stone surface.

“Look at the crystals in these rock layers. They were formed no more than a hundred years ago, but they have been forcibly embedded in rock layers that are thousands of years old.”

He then pointed to a broken stone pillar in the distance.

"The soil at the base of that stone pillar contains 'stardust sand' that can only be found in the outer reaches of the starry sky."

Empress Yama and Yan Qingying exchanged a glance, both of them feeling a jolt in their hearts.

The ability to move rocks from different regions and years to this place and arrange them so seamlessly requires the combined efforts of at least several Void Refinement cultivators.

"Within the last hundred years... someone has tampered with this secret realm."

Ye Yang stood up and glanced at the hidden door in the depths of the canyon, which was blocked by rubble.

"Moreover, this person had just left not long ago."

"Could they be demons?"

(End of this chapter)