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

Chapter 1119 A Single Word Leads to a Dead End, Nine Yangs Without Life

Ye Yang's voice boomed like thunder.

He swung the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword in his hand with a sudden burst of speed.

The illusory azure dragon let out a deafening roar and swooped down with overwhelming sword energy.

Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek.

Upon seeing this, a fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the Ancestor Wentian, who then manipulated his primordial spirit dharma form to fiercely swing the giant sword.

"Nine Suns Burning the Sky!"

The nine illusory images of blazing suns merged into one in an instant.

It transformed into a blazing pillar of light, tens of feet in diameter, and collided fiercely with the illusory image of the Azure Dragon.

"boom!"

A deafening roar echoed throughout the entire valley.

The violent energy shockwave spread out like a tsunami, blasting away the broken walls and ruins below.

Many of the Nine Yang Pavilion disciples who were still in the square were hit by the shockwave and were instantly thrown away, spitting out blood.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Ancestor Wentian's face paled, and he abruptly took several steps back.

During the collision just now.

His right hand, which was gripping the Tianwen Sword, was split open at the base of his thumb, and blood flowed down the hilt.

He stared ahead in horror, only to see that the azure dragon shadow had already vanished.

Ye Yang remained standing in mid-air, sword in hand, his blue robe without a single wrinkle.

"This...this is impossible!"

The Old Ancestor Wentian cried out in surprise.

He could sense the terrifying power contained in the opponent's sword strike just now.

It was several times more concentrated than an attack that he could unleash by burning his lifespan.

That is the power of the true Void Refinement Realm.

"And that sword!"

He exhaled a breath of stale air, and under that sword, he actually felt an indescribable, terrifying pressure.

"It's actually a high-grade Dao artifact?"

He was taken aback; the strength of a Void Refinement cultivator combined with a high-grade Dao artifact.

How could I possibly be a match for him?

However, Ye Yang did not give him much time to think.

He took a half step forward with his left foot, and gently spun the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword in his hand. Suddenly, dense dragon patterns appeared on the sword's surface.

"Fellow Daoist, please try my second sword move."

The moment the words fell.

In an instant, countless streaks of azure sword light burst forth from the sword.

Each sword light transformed into a small azure dragon, rushing towards Ancestor Wentian with a sharp dragon roar.

These little green dragons kept circling and converging in the air.

Ultimately, it condensed into a huge sword net, firmly enveloping Ancestor Wentian and his primordial spirit dharma form within it.

Ancestor Wentian's pupils shrank suddenly, and he hurriedly manipulated his primordial spirit dharma form to wield the giant sword to defend.

However, the little azure dragons seemed to have a life of their own, constantly dodging the giant sword's attacks and rushing towards the primordial spirit avatar from all directions.

Each collision leaves a deep sword mark on the Dharma Image.

The light of the nine illusory suns dimmed slightly.

"puff!"

After another collision, Ancestor Wentian suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The illusory image of the blazing sun behind him instantly extinguished three times, and his aura plummeted accordingly.

The domineering pressure and sky-shattering sword energy contained in the opponent's sword light continuously suppressed his primordial spirit.

It made it difficult for him to even breathe.

"How is this possible... I've clearly already reached the Void Refinement Realm, so why can't I even withstand a few of his sword strikes..."

Despair filled the eyes of the Old Ancestor Wentian.

He couldn't understand why his strongest state, which he had unleashed by burning his lifespan, was so vulnerable in front of his opponent.

Ye Yang showed no pity whatsoever.

He raised the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword in his hand once more, and the dragon patterns on the sword became even more dazzling.

"Third move: Sky-Splitting!"

This time, there were no earth-shattering phenomena, only a cyan sword light condensed to its extreme.

The sword light appeared ordinary, yet it carried an aura capable of severing all things.

In an instant, he traversed a distance of dozens of feet and appeared before Ancestor Wentian.

Ancestor Wentian instinctively raised the Tianwen Sword to defend himself. However, the azure sword light sliced ​​through the Tianwen Sword as easily as cutting tofu.

Then it struck his primordial spirit form heavily.

"Crack!"

The primordial spirit shattered with a crisp sound, breaking apart like glass and dissipating into countless points of light in the air.

The body of the Old Ancestor Wentian flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

It crashed heavily into the remaining city wall of Jiuyang Pavilion, creating a huge hole in the wall.

"Cough cough..."

The Old Ancestor Wentian lay amidst the ruins, coughing up mouthfuls of blood, his life force as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

He stared at Ye Yang, who was holding the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword in mid-air, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.

Only now did he truly understand that the gap between himself and the other party was no longer something that could be bridged by burning his lifespan.

Ye Yang slowly landed in front of him, the tip of the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword pointing at his throat, his voice still calm.

"Now, do you still think that the Nine Yang Pavilion can avoid being captured?"

The Old Ancestor Wentian opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. In the end, he could only close his eyes helplessly.

He stared at the sword tip pressed against his throat and said in a hoarse voice.

"Defeat is defeat. The rise and fall of the Nine Suns Pavilion rests on my shoulders. Do with me as you please."

Ye Yang's grip on the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword did not loosen in the slightest.

The sword tip tilted slightly, slicing a bloody gash across the opponent's neck.

"As you see fit?"

He suddenly let out a cold laugh, his green robe fluttering in the mountain wind.

"Fellow Daoist Wentian, you seem to have forgotten that there has never been any personal grudge between us."

He looked up at the sky, his voice suddenly rising in pitch, clearly resounding throughout every inch of Jiuyang Pavilion.

"I am taking action today because of the Dao Alliance's orders! Those who fail to resist the demons shall be dealt with by the Dao Alliance according to the law. Your life or death is not for me to decide."

Before he finished speaking, a series of faint sword cries suddenly echoed throughout the world.

Ye Yang flicked his wrist, and countless cyan sword threads shot out from the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword.

The sword threads moved like serpents, instantly wrapping the Old Ancestor Wentian up like a dumpling.

The Heaven-Splitting Sword Qi contained in the sword threads continuously eroded his primordial spirit and Dao power. With each struggle, he would be cut into a deeper wound.

"you……"

The old ancestor Wentian glared angrily, only to find that he couldn't even move a single finger.

They could only watch helplessly as Ye Yang took out a black jade tablet engraved with runes.

The jade tablet was pressed against his brow, and it melted upon contact with his body, transforming into a restrictive mark imprinted on his primordial spirit.

The already weak aura immediately weakened even further.

"This is the Dao Alliance's 'Spirit Locking Restriction,' which can temporarily seal your primordial spirit and dharma form."

Ye Yang sheathed his longsword, and the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword automatically returned to its sheath.

"Later, Dao Alliance cultivators will come to escort you back to Zhenmo City for trial. As for whether your cultivation will be destroyed and you will be imprisoned in the Demon Abyss forever, or whether you will be completely annihilated, it depends on whether the resources you have hoarded are enough to offset your sins."

The Old Ancestor Wentian closed his eyes and stopped speaking, only his chest was still rising and falling slightly, revealing endless resentment.

Just then, the hatch of the Tongtian Spirit Ship opened wide.

Gu Xuan, along with Yan Qingying, Huo Bingshuang, and others, flew down, followed closely by more than a thousand Flying Heaven Sect cultivators.

Stepping over the shattered remains of the protective array, they quickly dispersed to various key points and surrounded the still-moving disciples of the Nine Yang Pavilion.

"Take inventory of all spiritual vein mines and seal off the pill storehouse and magic artifact pavilion!"

Yan Qingying held the bone fragment in her hand, her voice as cold as ice.

"Anyone who resists will be killed without exception! Those who are willing to surrender will be placed under centralized guard and screened later!"

Huo Bing Shuang then took out a pre-drawn topographical map of the Nine Yang Pavilion and pointed her finger towards the back of the main hall.

"That's their scripture repository, which is said to contain many inheritances. We must take it down completely, as it will greatly benefit our modification of the spirit ship's formation."

"Pass down the order: three-thirds of the Dawn Grass fields of the Nine Suns Pavilion should be reserved for those dependent families who were once oppressed by them."

"Tell them that although the Flying Heaven Sect obeys the Dao Alliance's order to clean up its own ranks, it does not forget to protect the weak."

"Yes!"

A disciple took the order and left.

The mountain wind blew through the dilapidated Jiuyang Pavilion, stirring up dust and the smell of blood.

Ancestor Wentian was lifted up by two Flying Heaven Sect cultivators.

He staggered toward the Heavenly Spirit Ship, his back hunched over like a withered tree.

In the square, the surviving disciples of Jiuyang Pavilion were gathered together.

Seeing the once high and mighty Primordial God Dao Ancestor reduced to a prisoner, his face was filled with bewilderment and fear.

(End of this chapter)