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

Chapter 1100 Location of the True Spirit Blood Altar

The originally dark bones became as smooth as jade, and the barbs at the tips of the wings were covered with a thin layer of ice, radiating a bone-chilling cold.

It excitedly flapped its wings, and the resulting airflow covered the surrounding medicinal herbs with a layer of white frost.

"Buzz!"

The demonic corpse suddenly raised its head, and a faint blue flame flashed in its empty eye sockets.

It subconsciously shook its bony wings.

In an instant, a biting wind swept through the valley, and the fallen leaves and pebbles on the ground were frozen instantly, turning into cascading ice crystals.

Yan Qingying let out a soft cry.

"Its aura... has become much more stable!"

Ye Yang reached out and pressed his hand on the demon corpse's shoulder bone. The sensation from his fingertips was no longer dry and cold, but rather strangely cool and smooth.

At this moment, after Yan Qingying's extensive refining process...

The toughness of the Star Gold neutralized the brittleness of the ice crystals, increasing the bone density of the corpse several times over.

He flicked his finger, and the bone wings emitted a crisp golden sound, even harder than ordinary magical artifacts.

"Try to attack."

Ye Yang said in a deep voice.

Yan Qingying nodded after receiving the order.

Upon receiving the order, the demonic corpse suddenly swung its right wing forward.

Three bluish-white light blades shot out from the sky, condensing the air into frost wherever they passed, leaving three three-inch-deep marks on the rock wall a hundred meters away.

Even more astonishingly, the edges of the engravings were covered with a layer of unmelting ice.

Even the earth fire spiritual energy seeping from the rock wall was instantly suppressed.

"Not only has the sharpness been improved, but it also has an ice-freezing effect."

Ye Yang's eyes flickered slightly.

“Starry Gold can conduct power, and Frosty Moon Ice Crystal can freeze spiritual energy. The combination of these two is just right to restrain those cultivators who rely on the flow of magic power.”

Before the words were finished, the demon corpse suddenly flapped both wings.

The frost-covered blades on the three pairs of bone wings simultaneously rose up, forming a rotating ice-gold barrier around them.

Yan Qingying summoned a flying sword and slashed at it. The moment the sword tip hit the barrier, the cold air froze the flow of her spiritual energy.

It fell to the ground with a clatter.

"With the Frost Moon Ice Crystal neutralizing the dryness of the Star Essence Gold, the Corpse Qi of this Six-Winged Demon Corpse is more stable."

Yan Qingying looked at the changes in the demon corpse with satisfaction, then turned to Ye Yang and said.

"If we encounter that yellow-shadowed demon again, the demon corpse should be able to withstand three moves."

Ye Yang had just nodded when he seemed to notice something.

His brow suddenly furrowed, and the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword at his fingertips trembled slightly.

He turned around abruptly, his gaze fixed on an ancient tree on the east side of the valley.

"come out."

Before the words were finished, a green figure staggered out from behind the tree.

He fell to his knees with a thud.

It turned out to be a young cultivator dressed in a blue robe, his face was deathly pale, and his whole body was trembling like a leaf.

"...Dao Ancestor, spare my life!"

The monk kowtowed repeatedly, and blood quickly appeared on his forehead.

"I was just passing by and meant no harm!"

Ye Yang slowly approached, his sword domain spreading out faintly around him, making the cultivator almost unable to breathe.

"You've followed us for a hundred miles, and you still dare to say you were just passing by?"

The monk was so frightened that his soul almost left his body, and he immediately began to cry and plead.

"Please, Dao Ancestor, save me! This junior has no other choice!"

"This secret realm is in complete chaos now! A yellow-skinned demon has appeared out of nowhere, killing anyone he sees, and even saying that the Ascension Platform has appeared in the world."

"Now everyone is rushing into the depths of the secret realm like madmen, willing to draw their swords against each other just to seize a shortcut..."

He wiped away his tears, his voice filled with despair.

“All my senior brothers and sisters in the sect are dead, leaving only me. I just saw the figure of Daozu Ye in the distance and knew that only by following you could I survive.”

Yan Qingying frowned: "Ascension Platform? How come we've never heard of it?"

"it is true!"

The cultivator quickly replied, "There's a legend circulating in the secret realm that the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect left behind an Ascension Platform, located at the deepest part of the realm, which can allow one to ascend to heaven in one step and directly break through their current cultivation level!"

"All the surviving cultivators are rushing over there. The roads are already bloodthirsty, and the corpses I've seen alone are piled up like mountains..."

The monk in the blue robe swallowed hard, blood mixed with cold sweat streaming down his forehead, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"It is said that the Ascension Platform was forged using the cores of nine spiritual veins before the Xuan Yuan Sect was destroyed. It is said that it can draw in the immortal energy from the dark and allow cultivators to break through the barriers of their cultivation realm."

“These past few days, people have been saying that many cultivators have personally witnessed the radiant glow of the Ascension Platform shooting into the sky, and have even heard the cries of cranes from within…”

"There are even rumors that a dying nine-headed black dragon is trapped beneath the Ascension Platform."

The cultivator paused for a moment, then remembered something, and his expression turned even more unpleasant.

"If that true spirit revives and I obtain its blood, I might even be able to transform into a true spirit body!"

"The true spirit blood of the Nine-Headed Black Dragon?"

A glint of light flashed in Ye Yang's eyes.

He recalled the three-headed phoenix spirit that he and his companions had previously slain.

He used his true spirit's blood to fuse with phoenix feathers and cultivated the Tribulation Light Wings.

He knew better than anyone the domineering nature of the True Spirit Blood.

It's not just an increase in strength, but a leap in the level of life.

According to legend, the nine-headed black dragon can "control water and thunder," and its power is far superior to that of the three-headed phoenix. Naturally, the power of its essence and blood is also greater.

"This could be an opportunity."

"Where exactly is the Ascension Platform located?"

Ye Yang took a step forward, and his aura suddenly intensified. The cultivator in the green robe immediately felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

"In...in the deepest part of the secret realm, in the 'Spirit Locking Abyss'!"

"Go southeast from here, pass through the 'Myriad Illusions' and cross the 'Severed Spirit River,' and you will see a valley shrouded in purple mist. The Ascension Platform is in the center of the valley!"

As he spoke, he trembled as he pulled a yellowed animal skin scroll from his pocket.

Ye Yang took the map and scanned it with his divine sense to confirm its authenticity.

Although the map was incomplete, the location of "Locked Spirit Abyss" was indeed consistent with what the cultivator had said, and there were several crooked runes drawn next to it, as if they were warning something.

Is this item genuine?

Ye Yang put away the map and his gaze fell on the cultivator's face like a sword.

"I wouldn't dare! This junior would never dare to deceive the Dao Ancestor!"

The cultivator kowtowed repeatedly, until his forehead was pierced with blood.

Ye Yang ignored him and turned to the Yama Queen and Yan Qingying.

"It seems we have no choice but to go to the Ascension Platform."

"What should we do with this kid?"

Yan Qingying pointed to the cultivator on the ground.

"Let him follow."

"The Queen of Hell said calmly."

"The secret realm is getting more and more chaotic. Keeping him around might be useful as a guide."

Ye Yang nodded, said no more, and suddenly spread out his Tribulation Light Wings, with red and blue streams of light shooting into the sky.

Empress Yama and Yan Qingying followed closely behind, while the six-winged demonic corpse transformed into a black shadow, leading the green-robed cultivator in pursuit.

The cultivator in the green robe was being grabbed by the back of his collar by the demonic corpse. He was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly, but he couldn't help but secretly open them a crack.

The forest below shrank rapidly.

Ye Yang and his two companions, like three shooting stars, broke through the clouds and sped towards the depths of the secret realm.

A sudden sense of relief welled up in his heart; perhaps following this Daoist Ye would truly allow him to survive.

Meanwhile, outside the Soul Locking Abyss, in the valley shrouded in purple mist, blood had already flowed like a river.

Countless cultivators were still fighting to get closer to the Ascension Platform, their screams echoing everywhere.

A strong stench of blood filled the air, slowly converging towards the center of the valley.

Ye Yang and his three companions headed in the direction marked on the map. Just as they left the valley, they heard a deafening roar from afar.

Immediately afterwards, a sky full of blood-red light shot into the sky.

Ye Yang looked up, a cold glint in his eyes.

"It seems that some people have already taken action."

(End of this chapter)