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

At this moment, after the Dao Ancestor Wentian was captured.

The cries and screams from the square surged forth like a tidal wave.

The Nine Yang Pavilion Master lay prostrate on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold stone slab, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Dao Ancestor, spare our lives! We were all bewitched! Please, for the sake of our resistance against the demons, grant us a way out!"

Seeing the Nine Yang Pavilion Master's attitude.

The elders behind him followed suit, kneeling down one by one.

He wept uncontrollably, his former arrogance crushed into dust by fear.

In particular, several younger disciples tried to sneak away.

However, a disciple of the Flying Heaven Sect pointed a Demon-Slaying Crossbow at his forehead, causing him to collapse to the ground in fear.

Ye Yang looked at the mess on the ground and gave Gu Xuan and Yan Qingying a wink.

“All cultivators above the True Person Realm are to be bound up. The Dao Alliance has ordered that core members who have failed in their resistance against the demons must be escorted away to await further orders.”

"As for the disciples at the Qi Refining and Martial Arts realms..."

“Anyone whose hands have been stained with the blood of innocents shall be taken away. The rest shall have their cultivation abolished and be expelled from the Nine Yang Pavilion.”

Gu Xuan nodded and took out a chain-like magical artifact from behind him.

The chains gleamed with a faint golden light; they were made from golden silkworm silk mixed with starlight stone, specifically designed to counter the magical power of cultivators.

He nodded to several disciples of the Flying Heaven Sect.

"Get started, and be quick about it."

Just as the Immortal Binding Rope was about to entangle a white-bearded elder.

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out from the horizon!
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a gray shadow shooting towards the horizon like an arrow.

As the robes fluttered, the standard Taoist robes of the Jiuyang Pavilion were revealed.

This was actually a Golden Core cultivator.

Having hidden itself among the beams and pillars of the Sutra Repository at some unknown time, it now saw that the situation was not good and actually tried to use its escape technique to flee!

"Want to run?"

A red light flashed in Yan Qingying's eyes, and with a flick of her finger, a bone fragment was thrown out.

The bone fragment transformed into a black shadow in the air, instantly catching up with the gray shadow.

However, it was knocked away by a talisman that the other party slapped out with his other hand.

"Hahaha! What can you do to me!"

The Golden Core cultivator burst into wild laughter, and his escape light increased by three points, about to break through the clouds.

Just then, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the bow of the Tongtian Spirit Ship.

A gigantic dragon, its entire body crackling with lightning, suddenly burst forth, its eyes flashing with a ferocious red light.

"Roar!"

The lightning dragon let out a deafening roar, its speed several times faster than the wind-riding escape technique, and instantly caught up with the gray shadow.

Before the opponent could unleash a second talisman, the dragon suddenly opened its massive jaws.

The lightning on its fangs crackled and popped, and it swallowed the Heavenly Gang True Man and his escape light whole!
"Crack!"

The cracking sound of bones breaking, accompanied by a shrill scream, was quickly drowned out by the sound of the dragon swallowing.

The lightning dragon circled once in the air, let out a low roar, and then darted back into the spirit ship, disappearing behind the hatch.

The crying and shouting in the square stopped abruptly.

All the cultivators of the Nine Yang Pavilion were terrified by this sudden bloody scene.

Just as a white-bearded elder was about to struggle, he was tightened by the Immortal Binding Rope, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, no longer daring to make the slightest move.

Even the Nine Yang Pavilion Master, who was lying on the ground, froze, his back trembling violently, as if he himself had just been swallowed, not someone else.

Ye Yang slowly withdrew his gaze and landed on the pale-faced prisoners, his voice calm and undisturbed.

"The rules of the Dao Alliance are that fugitives must be killed without exception. If you don't want to end up like them, you'd better cooperate."

No one dared to speak again.

Even a Golden Core cultivator was swallowed whole, so where could these people possibly escape to?
The sound of the Binding Immortal Rope winding around was exceptionally clear in the silent valley.

Every tightening of the ropes felt like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of the cultivators of the Nine Yang Pavilion.

Gu Xuan counted the number of prisoners and suddenly whispered to Ye Yang.

"There are seven cultivators at or above the True Person realm in total. That's fewer than I expected."

"Several of them are away on missions and have not yet returned."

Ye Yang gazed at the lingering electric light on the horizon.

"But it's alright, the Dao Alliance will issue a kill order in a while."

Now that the Nine Yang Pavilion has been destroyed, Ye Yang naturally doesn't need to worry about the remaining trivial matters.

He turned and walked towards the library not far away.

Inside the Sutra Repository of Jiuyang Pavilion.

The building's doors had already been shattered in the previous impact, revealing layers upon layers of bookshelves inside.

He slowly stepped into the building, his fingertips gently brushing against the bookshelf beside him.

The jade slips on the first shelf are mostly engraved with basic breathing techniques.

Occasionally, a few incomplete alchemy manuals are interspersed among them, clearly ordinary items intended for the disciples of the Nine Yang Pavilion to cultivate.

Ye Yang didn't care, his gaze sweeping over the yellowed scrolls.

His divine sense spread out like flowing water, carefully exploring every corner.

"Ok?"

He stopped at the corner on the second floor.

On the bookshelf in front of me were neatly stacked more than a dozen dark gold jade slips, with intricate flame patterns engraved on their edges.

Picking up one of them and infusing it with spiritual power, an aged voice immediately resounded in my mind.

"The first level of the Nine Yang Treasure Mirror..."

As the incantation flowed, Ye Yang's eyebrows gradually rose.

This "Nine Yang Treasure Mirror" is actually a complete lineage of precious techniques.

By absorbing the purple energy of the rising sun to temper one's physical body, one can cultivate to the extreme and make one's body as hot as the blazing sun.

If one cultivates to the highest level, ordinary magic weapons cannot harm them in the slightest.

What's even more remarkable is that the jade slip also records three matching magical techniques.

The "Burning Heaven Palm" emphasizes fierceness, the "Blazing Sun Finger" focuses on precision, and the "Flaming Wheel Blade" excels at group attacks.

The three complement each other, forming a complete set of precious methods and techniques, which is extremely rare.

It is a rather practical system of inheritance.

"Unfortunately, it relies too much on the yang attribute of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

Ye Yang put down the jade slip, having already made up his mind.

This method might be considered top-notch in places with abundant yang energy, but it would likely be limited in many ways in the demonic realm where demonic energy abounds.

Continuing up, the bookshelves on the third floor are noticeably sparser, yet they exude a heavy, imposing aura.

On the innermost jade platform, there is a single, jet-black jade slip.

There are no patterns on it, only three ancient seal characters – “Questioning the Heavens”.

The moment Ye Yang picked up the jade slip, a vast power of the void suddenly surged into his fingertips, as if to drag his consciousness into an endless abyss.

His eyes narrowed, and as he slightly circulated his primordial spirit power, the suction force receded like a tide.

After the spiritual power was infused, what appeared in the jade slip was not a specific move, but rather an understanding of the laws of the void.

How to tear through space to shorten distances in battle, and how to amplify attacks by harnessing the power of stars.

There are even a few pages detailing his experience in setting up spatial traps.

"I see."

Ye Yang suddenly realized.

The reason why Dao Ancestor Wentian was able to touch the threshold of the Refining Void Realm was not due to pure accumulation.

Instead, he learned a rudimentary application of the laws of emptiness through this Heavenly Inquiry Technique.

More importantly, this "Quest for Heaven Technique" already has the rudiments of Taoist magic.

The Daoist teachings are precious, even the inheritance he received within the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect.

There are only four: Xuan Yuan Tai Yi Jue, Wan Xiang Fu Tu Jue, Wan Mo Hun Shi Fa, and Tian He Dao Jue.

This "Quest for Heaven" explains the power of the void very thoroughly, and it is of great use even to him.

Ye Yang put it into his storage bag and then his gaze fell on a sandalwood box in the corner.

The box was unlocked, and inside was a roll of animal hide map.

Several locations were marked with cinnabar on it, and there was a line of small characters next to it.

"This is the key point for the Nine Suns Pavilion's spirit mine..."

"This saves us a lot of trouble." Ye Yang chuckled and folded the map away.

At that moment, a slight fluctuation of spiritual energy came from outside the building.

Knowing that Gu Xuan and the others had probably finished dealing with things in the square, he turned and went downstairs.

Before leaving, he casually put the dozen or so jade slips containing the "Nine Yang Treasure Mirror" into his bag.

Even if the Flying Heaven Sect doesn't need it, leaving it to the dependent family is still a decent reward.

When we returned to the square.

Yan Qingying has presented the storage bag of the Old Ancestor Wentian.

It was a dusty gray cloth bag, embroidered with the emblem of Jiuyang Pavilion. It looked ordinary, but it exuded a faint spatial fluctuation.

Ye Yang took the bag, and the moment he probed it with his divine sense, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

The bag had more space than I had imagined.

Besides the mountain of spirit stones and dozens of ancient spiritual herbs, there were also three fist-sized star-fixing stones.

In the corner of the storage bag was a jade bottle, which, when opened, emitted a refreshing fragrance.

Inside were three "Nine Yang Pills," which could quickly restore the mana lost by cultivators of the primordial spirit.

It can be considered a life-saving item.

What Ye Yang cared about most was the small blue booklet at the bottom of the bag.

The booklet meticulously records the difficulties in cultivating the "Nine Yang Treasure Mirror" and the "Quest for Heaven Technique" in tiny regular script, and even includes annotations by the Quest for Heaven Dao Ancestor himself.

"The third level of the 'Asking the Heavens Technique' requires drawing upon the power of the sun, but the sun's energy is insufficient in the cultivation world, so three star-stabilizing stones are needed to assist it..."

"She's quite thoughtful."

Ye Yang closed the booklet and tied the storage bag around his waist.

With these things, the disciples of the Flying Heaven Sect will be able to avoid many detours in their cultivation.

Just then, Gu Xuan walked over, holding an account book in his hand.

"Dao Ancestor, the inventory is almost complete. Three medium-sized spirit stone mines, three hundred acres of Dawn Grass fields, and the scriptures in the Scripture Pavilion..."

"That's enough to cover our initial expenses in pioneering the Demon Realm."

Ye Yang nodded and looked at the Flying Heaven Sect cultivators in the distance who were escorting prisoners onto the ship.

"Let Qingying stay behind with half the group to handle the follow-up matters. We'll return to the sect first and prepare to open the pioneering passage."

On the deck of the Heavenly Spirit Ship, the disciples carried the last batch of captured spiritual materials onto the ship.

Ye Yang stood on the ship's side, gazing at the gradually shrinking outline of the Jiuyang Pavilion below.

He leaped into the air, his body radiating a faint blue light, and flew straight towards the main peak of the Nine Suns Pavilion.

A moment later, Ye Yang hovered above the dilapidated mountain gate, his divine sense spreading out like a spider web.

The mountain range that covers the entire Jiuyang Pavilion.

The moment the fingertips formed the hand seal, the ground beneath their feet suddenly trembled slightly.

Countless cracks appeared in the ground, and wisps of golden energy rose from the cracks.

It condensed into a pulsating ball of light in his palm.

"What a pity for this ancient geological formation."

Ye Yang sighed softly.

Jiuyang Pavilion has been located here for hundreds of years, and has long since nourished the spiritual veins of the mountain range with extremely rich and pure essence.

However, if the earth vein essence is extracted today, this place will surely become a dead zone after a period of time.

However, the Nine Yang Pavilion has now been completely destroyed.

Even if he doesn't take action.

Next, cultivators from other sects will also take action and occupy this place.

Since that's the case, we might as well leave this good thing to the Flying Heaven Sect.

"Earth Vein Essence, emerge!"

As the incantation was cast, the entire mountain shook violently.

Suddenly, a golden beam of light, about ten feet thick, shot out from the summit of the main peak.

The beam of light contained fist-sized, crystal-clear stones.

It is the earth vein essence that gathers the essence of the Nine Suns Pavilion's spiritual veins over hundreds of years.

The crystal hovered in the air for a moment before automatically falling into Ye Yang's palm, radiating a warm, gentle sensation.

The Flying Heaven Sect cultivators below stopped in their tracks upon seeing this, and even the prisoners who were boarding the ship couldn't help but look up.

Ye Yang put the earth vein essence into the jade box, flicked his finger, and a beam of green light shot towards the main peak.

The azure light landed on the mountaintop, instantly transforming into a massive array pattern that temporarily sealed the surging spiritual energy.

He knew that without the support of the spiritual essence...

This mountain range will soon become just another barren mountain.

After seeing Ye Yang fly back.

The celestial ship slowly changed direction.

Outside the ship's window, the outline of the old site of Jiuyang Pavilion gradually shrank, eventually turning into a dim star.

Ye Yang sat in the cabin, his fingertips caressing the jade slip containing the "Quest for Heaven" manual, while his mind was deducing how to use the earth vein essence.

Three days later, the Tongtian Spirit Ship arrived at the Feitianmen Mountain Gate.

When Ye Yang stepped into the heart of the sect, holding the jade box.

The disciples guarding the leyline nodes bowed respectfully, their eyes filled with reverence.

Although the earth veins of the Flying Heaven Gate have been upgraded several times.

However, compared to those great lineages that have been passed down for thousands of years, it still lacks a certain depth of heritage.

"Activate the mountain-protecting formation and seal off all nodes."

Ye Yang gave the instructions.

As the array patterns lit up, the mountain gate of Feitianmen was enveloped in a layer of light blue light.

Ye Yang walked to the core of the sect's earth vein hub and carefully opened the jade box.

As soon as the earth vein essence appeared, the entire valley resounded with a buzzing sound, and the underground spiritual veins seemed to be summoned, beginning to surge wildly.

He took a deep breath and slowly pressed the spiritual essence into the groove in the center of the hub.

The moment the crystal touched the ground, it suddenly burst forth with a hundred-foot-long golden light, transforming into a golden stream that spread along the earth's vein nodes.

Wherever it passed, the previously slightly dry spiritual veins instantly became full.

The underground spirit stone veins emitted a crisp cracking sound, indicating that they were beginning to grow on their own under the nourishment of the spirit marrow.

“What a strong vitality!”

Gu Xuan stood to the side, feeling the sudden increase in spiritual energy in the air, and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Ye Yang stood up, looking at the faint halo rising in the valley, a look of relief on his face.

Just then, Huo Bing Shuang rushed over, holding a communication talisman in her hand.

"Master, news from the Dao Alliance indicates that the pioneering passage to Zhenmo City is ready, and we can set off at any time."

Ye Yang took the communication talisman, ran his fingertip across its surface, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"Tell the Dao Alliance that the Flying Heaven Sect is ready to act at any time."

He looked up at the sky and saw that the Zhou Tian Xing Chen Zhen Yue acupuncture point of the Flying Heaven Gate, nourished by the rich spiritual energy, was actually tinged with a faint purple-gold color.

That's a phenomenon that only occurs when the concentration of spiritual energy reaches its peak.

In the distance, on the training ground, disciples were diligently practicing, their sword light and magical energy intertwining, creating a vibrant scene.

A purple-gold halo flowed across the mountain-protecting array, illuminating the Flying Heaven Gate's mountain gate like a fairyland.

Just then, a hurried sound of footsteps came from the mountain path.

An elder rushed over, his face beaming with barely concealed excitement.

"Dao Ancestor! Good news!"

"Why is it in such a hurry?"

"It's...it's Blood Flame!"

The disciple took a deep breath, trying to calm his breathing, but his tone still couldn't hide his excitement.

"Just as the earth vein essence merged into the hub, a disciple in his secluded cultivation cave drew upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and successfully broke through to the Golden Core True Person realm!"

"At this moment, the cave is surrounded by rosy clouds, and spiritual energy gathers into a vortex that can be seen throughout the entire inner sect!"

"Blood inflammation?"

Ye Yang raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which quickly turned into relief.

This person is the son of the Blood Demon Saint. He joined the Flying Heaven Sect back then. Now that the Blood Demon Saint has passed away, he has finally broken through from the Purple Mansion True Person to the Golden Core True Person.

From now on, there is a sliver of opportunity to pursue the Great Dao of the Primordial Spirit.

This can be considered as fulfilling my deceased friend's request. (End of Chapter)