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

Chapter 1098 The Return of the Profound Origin to One: The Nine-Headed Profound Dragon (Part Two Combined)

Before me lay a dull jade slip.

Ye Yang took the dull jade slip out of the rune groove.

It feels slightly cool to the touch, and its texture is more warm and smooth than ordinary jade slips.

There are no words on the surface, only a layer of fine ice cracks, as if it were a naturally formed texture.

He ran his fingertips along the cracks, feeling a faint yet exceptionally pure spiritual energy flowing within, subtly echoing the aura of the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword.

"This jade slip..."

Ye Yang raised an eyebrow and slowly probed in with his divine sense.

At first, the inside of the jade slip was chaotic, as if shrouded in thick fog.

But as he infused a wisp of his primordial spirit power, the chaos suddenly dispersed, and countless small golden characters lit up like starlight.

This forms a general outline of the exercise.

The Secret of Returning to Oneness of the Mysterious Origin.

This is actually an extremely rare cultivation technique.

Although it doesn't have any unique attributes, it focuses on the condensation and purification of primordial spirit power.

Moreover, this method allows cultivators to continue their cultivation until they reach the Tribulation Realm.

It contained a clear record of methods to ward off the three calamities of thunder and fire.

Upon seeing this, Ye Yang was overjoyed.

The Floating Pagoda Myriad Manifestations Technique he was practicing had already encountered a bottleneck.

Moreover, the technique itself is merely a combination of various secret methods, and is far from being considered profound.

With the secret technique, his future cultivation in the Void Refinement Realm will be much smoother.

This secret method is based on "Xuanyuan" and emphasizes "all methods return to the same source, and one principle runs through them all".

The opening chapters directly address the core of the Refining Void Realm.

"The one who refines emptiness does not refine the emptiness of magical power, but rather refines the reality of space. Gathering all laws within oneself and condensing a single aperture to connect with the vast emptiness is the true path."

The more he looked, the more alarmed he became. This "Mysterious Origin Return to One Technique" was completely opposite to his "Floating Pagoda Myriad Phenomena Technique".

The Floating Pagoda Myriad Manifestations Technique integrates the secret methods of various schools, pursuing "broadness".

However, due to the complexity of his methods, he found it difficult to condense core laws after reaching the Void Refinement Realm, which is the root cause of his recent bottleneck.

The "Mysterious Origin Returning to One Technique" dismantles and purifies all existing methods, ultimately condensing them into a unique "true meaning."
The pursuit of "refinement" can precisely compensate for the shortcomings of the Floating Buddha Myriad Phenomena Manual.

"I see……"

Ye Yang murmured to himself, his fingertips trembling slightly with excitement.

It can dissolve the Dharma that Ye Yang has already practiced, removing the impure parts.

Only the purest essence of the laws remained, ultimately condensing into a "Taiyi Core".

The jade slip contains detailed information on the method for condensing the core of Taiyi.

"I see……"

Ye Yang's fingertips trembled slightly, and a look of wild joy flashed in his eyes.

He had always felt a slight sluggishness when circulating his magical power.

now.

This "Mysterious Primordial Unity Technique" is like a precise scalpel, able to organize the chaotic spiritual energy within his body into a well-ordered system.

Just as Ye Yang's fingertips trembled slightly with excitement, a soft white light suddenly emanated from the independent space.

The spatial runes that were originally engraved on the stone wall detached from the wall and gathered in the air to form a blurry phantom of an old man.

The old man was dressed in a black Taoist robe, with white hair and beard. Although his face was ethereal, it exuded a wise insight into the ways of the world.

"The future life is to be feared."

The old man's illusory voice rang directly in Ye Yang's mind, gentle yet carrying an undeniable authority.

"It is your destiny to be able to see the 'Mysterious Origin Taiyi Technique' at this time and place."

Ye Yang felt a chill run down his spine and quickly composed himself, bowing respectfully to the illusory figure.

"Junior greets senior."

He could sense that although this remnant soul had no physical form, it contained extremely pure divine soul power.

Clearly, he was a powerful being with unfathomable cultivation during his lifetime.

The old man's illusory figure nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the jade slip in Ye Yang's hand, and he spoke slowly.

"This technique is the most treasured secret of my Xuan Yuan Sect. It originated during the sect's heyday and was created specifically to harmonize mixed cultivation methods."

Although the cultivation method you practice draws on the strengths of many, it is like a rootless duckweed, while the "Mysterious Primordial Unity Technique" is the stabilizing force.

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's phantom transformed into a stream of light and went straight into Ye Yang's brow.

In an instant, countless streams of information flooded into Ye Yang's mind.

That is the complete operating route of the "Mysterious Primordial Unity Technique".

Using the dantian as the core source, spiritual energy is drawn into the "Purple Palace" for tempering, and impurities are removed through the "Twelve Meridians of Tai Xuan".

Ultimately, the true meaning of the law is condensed in the "Heavenly Spirit Aperture".

The flow rate of spiritual energy at each node and the limits of the meridians were as clear as if they were being seen with one's own eyes.

"The power of this technique lies not in brute force, but in 'fusion' and 'condensation'."

"You have the Phoenix True Spirit Fire, the power of the Wind and Thunder Sword Wings, and the Heaven-Splitting Sword Intent of the Azure Dragon Heaven-Splitting Sword within you. They may seem mixed, but in reality, they are all the most yang and powerful origins."

"After refining with the Xuan Yuan Gui Yi Technique, one can condense the 'Xuan Yuan Tai Yi Power'. At that time, one can control any power as easily as using one's own arm, without any sense of stagnation."

Ye Yang closed his eyes, his mind completely absorbed in the information flow.

He could sense that the old man had not only explained the surface-level operation of the technique, but also pointed out the key "artistic conception".

The so-called "Taiyi" is not simply about containing things, but about allowing all things to nourish each other within the core of the void.

It gives rise to new and wonderful uses, just as rivers flow into the sea, ultimately transforming into a powerful force that encompasses all things.

"but……"

The old man's voice suddenly turned deep.

"This technique is domineering. When it is used, one must use one's own soul as a guide. If one is not careful, one will be devoured by the chaotic laws. At best, one's cultivation will be completely ruined, and at worst, one's primordial spirit will be destroyed."

"How much you can comprehend in the end, and what quality of Taiyi core you can condense, depends entirely on your own comprehension and character."

Ye Yang suddenly opened his eyes, a resolute glint in them.

"I understand, thank you for your guidance, senior."

He could sense that the old man's remnant soul was gradually becoming thinner after transmitting all the information.

"The Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect... has ultimately declined."

The old man's voice carried a hint of a sigh, but quickly turned into one of relief.

"To be able to entrust this secret to someone like you is a way of doing justice to our ancestors."

"Go, do not fail this secret technique, and even more so, do not fail..."

As the last word fell, the old man's phantom image completely vanished into thin air.

Only a faint wisp of starlight remained, merging into Ye Yang's brow.

Ye Yang stood there, motionless for a long time.

In my mind, the operating path of the "Mysterious Origin Taiyi Technique" flowed like a galaxy, with each node flashing with the light of enlightenment.

He could clearly feel the connection between himself and the complex forces within his body.

It was as if an invisible bond had been added, and the previous sense of stagnation had largely dissipated.

"Senior brother?"

Seeing Ye Yang standing with his eyes closed, his aura fluctuating in strength, Yan Qingying couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Ye Yang slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them, and a knowing smile appeared on his lips.

"fine."

He clenched his fist and could feel that his spiritual energy flowed several times more smoothly than before.

"I just received some guidance from my seniors, which gave me a deeper understanding of this secret technique."

The Yama Queen keenly sensed that although Ye Yang's aura seemed unchanged, it had gained a new charm of "control and release".

It was as if the once surging river had been contained by an invisible dam, appearing calm yet containing an even more terrifying power.

"It seems that the inheritance of the Xuan Yuan Sect is even more fruitful than we imagined."

"The Queen of Hell laughed."

Ye Yang nodded and solemnly put the jade slip into the deepest part of his storage bag. "This method is a secret technique that can help me break through my bottleneck. With it, I can reach the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm in less than two years."

"Two years?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Yama Empress.

Each breakthrough in the Refining Void Realm requires decades or even centuries of accumulation.

Ye Yang actually claimed that he could break through within six months, which shows how profound this secret technique is.

Yan Qingying's six-winged demonic corpse also let out a low roar, as if it was happy for him.

"Let's go."

He looked up at the entrance to the space, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"The Xuan Yuan Sect is full of treasures, and there may be even greater surprises waiting for us in the depths."

After doing this.

Ye Yang took out a palm-sized jade mirror with a smooth surface like autumn water. It was a "patterned mirror" specially made by the Flying Heaven Sect.

He raised his hand and suspended the jade mirror in mid-air. The moment he infused it with spiritual power, a soft white light shone from the mirror.

It enveloped all the spatial runes on the stone wall.

The flowing golden runes seemed to be outlined by an invisible brush.

It is quickly imprinted on the mirror surface, making even the finest lines crystal clear.

"These spatial runes share the same origin as the Void Locking Restriction. Bringing them back to the Flying Heaven Sect might help improve the sect's teleportation array."

Ye Yang looked at the complete rune pattern on the mirror, nodded in satisfaction, and put the rune mirror into his storage bag.

The three of them inspected every corner of the library.

After confirming that nothing was missing, the six-winged demon corpse led the way, and they slowly walked out of the independent space.

As soon as I stepped into the open area, a strong smell of blood hit me.

"Something's wrong."

The Yama Empress frowned slightly, and the Netherworld energy swirling around her fingertips suddenly became restless.

"The air smelled of blood, and it was very fresh."

Before the words were finished, a yellow figure suddenly darted out from behind a withered tree, moving so fast that it left only a blur.

All that was heard was a short scream, and a rogue cultivator who had just entered the secret realm collapsed, clutching his neck.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and his primordial spirit was swallowed whole by the yellow figure.

The four looked up and realized that it was a figure that looked very much like a weasel.

But after appearing, the yellow figure seemed to have become addicted to killing.
It moved through the crowd like a ghost, its sharp claws slicing through everything in its path.

Whether it was the protective shield of a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator or the magic weapon of a sect disciple, they all shattered like paper.

In just a few breaths, more than a dozen people fell into pools of blood, screams echoing one after another, but no one could see its movements clearly.

"That demon is incredibly fast!"

Someone roared and unleashed a flying sword, but couldn't even touch the hem of Huang Ying's clothes.

Ye Yang and his two companions remained hidden in the shadows, refraining from making a move rashly.

They noticed that although Huang Ying killed many cultivators, he deliberately avoided those whose qi and blood were declining.

It seems to be only interested in the blood and primordial spirit of young and middle-aged cultivators.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The blood on the ground suddenly stopped flowing, and instead, as if drawn by an invisible force, it converged towards the center of the ruins, forming a winding river of blood.

Above the River of Blood, space distorted slightly, and a slender female figure slowly emerged—the same mysterious person with the blurred face from the grotto.

She wore a long black dress with crimson runes embroidered on the hem, which swayed gently with the flow of the blood river.

The woman raised her hand and waved it, and a rich milky fragrance suddenly filled the air—the same psychedelic milky fragrance she had encountered in the oasis!
"No, it's an illusion!"

Some cultivators sensed something was wrong and hurriedly circulated their spiritual power to resist, only to find that the scene before them had suddenly changed.

The once dilapidated ruins have been transformed into a magnificent fairyland, and the fallen companions have become celestial officials distributing treasures.

Many people instantly became mesmerized, walking towards the woman with infatuated smiles, completely unaware that they were walking step by step toward death.

"Using blood as a catalyst and illusion as bait... what is she refining?"

Ye Yang's eyes were solemn, and the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword trembled slightly, as if sensing some kind of evil power.

The woman formed a hand seal, and the river of blood suddenly rose into the air, gathering above her head to form a huge blood-red altar.

The altar was covered with the same runes as those in the grotto. With each dose of blood absorbed, the runes lit up a little more, and the oppressive aura they emitted became increasingly terrifying.

Those cultivators who were trapped in the illusion walked to the edge of the altar and were drawn upwards by an invisible force.

Its body quickly withered and eventually turned into a wisp of blood mist that merged into the altar.

Huang Ying prostrated himself at the woman's feet, spitting out the primordial spirit he had just devoured, which the altar then absorbed.

"Hehehe... With another hundred cultivator bodies, the 'Blood God Altar' will be complete..."

The woman's voice carried an eerie laugh as her gaze swept over the cultivators struggling in the illusion, as if they were lambs to the slaughter.

Just as the light from the altar was about to obscure the sky, the woman's gaze inadvertently swept across the ground at the entrance of the library.

There, a faint sword mark was slowly dissipating; it was the remnant of sword energy left by Ye Yang when he cleaved open the Lock Void Restriction.

The remaining sword energy had long since faded, yet it carried an indelible, heaven-shattering intent.

The woman's smile suddenly froze, and her pupils contracted sharply, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying.

She could clearly sense the power within that seemingly weak sword energy.

It contains a terrifying power that is enough to tear apart her Blood God Altar and even sever her primordial spirit.

It was a pure, extreme sharpness, a domineering arrogance that looked down upon the world, forming a stark contrast to her Blood God Altar.

"What...what kind of sword energy is this?"

The woman instinctively took a step back, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

She was certain that the person who left that sword mark was far more powerful than she had imagined!

When Huang Ying reported that the Blood Centipede King had been killed, she didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just that the Blood Centipede King had been careless.

But now, sensing the lingering sword energy, she realized that she had probably provoked a terrifying being.

The Blood God Altar continued to absorb energy, but the woman could no longer concentrate.

She stared intently at the disappearing sword mark, with only one thought in her mind.

"How could such a being appear in the Profound Origin Secret Realm?"

Finally, the woman gritted her teeth and suddenly waved her hand.

The Blood God Altar and the yellow shadow vanished instantly, along with the blood that had not yet been absorbed, which she also swept away.

The rich scent of milk dissipated, the illusion shattered, and the surviving cultivators looked around in bewilderment, but could no longer find any trace of the woman's figure or the yellow shadow.

In the distance, Ye Yang watched the direction the woman had fled in a panic, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"It seems that the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword is even more powerful than I imagined."

The Queen of Hell seemed to be deep in thought.

"This woman's blood sacrifice technique is extremely evil, and she is so wary of your sword energy, so she must be someone of great importance."

"No matter who she is, if she dares to do this kind of thing in the Xuan Yuan Secret Realm, we'll run into her again sooner or later."

Ye Yang looked up into the depths of the secret realm. "Let's explore the secret realm first, lest she ruin everything."

The three figures transformed into streaks of light once more, flying towards the core of the secret realm.

The surviving cultivators, still in shock, collapsed to the ground.

No one knew that the sudden massacre and the disappearance of the evil altar were actually deterred by a lingering wisp of sword energy.

In the distance, in a mysterious space.

"Owner."

A small figure resembling a weasel, but with wings on its back, spoke, its voice carrying a fawning howl.

"Although the Blood God Altar absorbed a lot of essence blood just now, it was very impure."

"But I am certain that the true spirit and blood of that 'Nine-Headed Mysterious Dragon' must be hidden deep within this Xuan Yuan Secret Realm!"

The blood-red woman's fingers suddenly stopped spinning the silk threads, her tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of excitement.

"you sure?"

"Absolutely true!"

The short, yellow figure suddenly looked up, its eyes flashing with a scarlet light.

(End of this chapter)