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

Terrified screams echoed from the town entrance.

Immediately afterwards, black demonic flames swept in.

The demonic cultivator cleaved open the villager's chest with his bone knife, and the blood splattered onto Ye Yang's face, warm and sticky.

He wanted to kill those demons.

However, he discovered that the spiritual energy in his dantian was like stagnant water, and he couldn't even use the most basic sword techniques.

"Why... do I not even have this much power?"

Ye Yang knelt on the ground, his hands digging into the scalding mud. His fingernails were worn raw, and blood stained his palms. He was filled with helplessness and despair.

Before he could recover from his grief, the scene changed again.

This time, he was inside the towering Flying Gate.

His whole body was filled with spiritual energy.

He was sitting cross-legged in the breakthrough formation, preparing to break through to the Void Refinement Realm.

Outside the formation, everyone watched him nervously, their eyes filled with anticipation.

"Master Ye, you are the first person in the history of my Flying Heaven Sect to break through to the Nascent Soul Dao Realm or above."

"Master, your disciple is cheering you on!"

The disciple's voice came, and Ye Yang took a deep breath, circulated his cultivation technique, and launched an attack on the barrier of the Void Refinement Realm.

But just as the barrier was about to crumble...

Countless demon armies arrived outside the Flying Gate.

They surrounded the Flying Gate tightly.

Beneath his feet lay the cold corpses of Gu Xuan, Huo Bing Shuang, and others.

"You are not worthy to be called the Dao Ancestor. You can't even protect the people around you!"

"Ye Yang, your Dao heart is in turmoil, and you will never be able to break through again in this life."

Looking at his trembling hands, Ye Yang felt a surge of despair wash over him like a tidal wave. The power he had pursued all his life had ultimately vanished like a bubble.

The illusion shifts.

In this life, he became a general commanding thousands of troops, clad in armor, wielding a long spear, standing atop the Spirit Island defense line.

With the demon army pressing in, he led his cultivators in a bloody battle, managing to hold the line for three months.

At the celebration banquet, his junior brother walked up to him with a wine glass in hand, a warm smile on his face.

"Senior brother, we won!"

Ye Yang smiled as he took the glass of wine, about to drink it, when he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

A blood-stained dagger emerged from behind him, its hilt held in his junior brother's hand.

Through countless reincarnations, the suffering in each life is etched into the heart.

In one of his lives, he became an alchemist and devoted himself to refining a life-saving elixir, only to have it stolen by a demonic cultivator who used it to harm the innocent.

In one of his past lives, he became a formation master and set up a protective formation, but it was destroyed by his trusted confidants, leading to the massacre of the entire spirit island.

In another life, he gave up everything, wanting only to be an ordinary person, but because he possessed human blood, he was hunted down by demonic cultivators, which also implicated the mortal family who took him in...

"You see, no matter what you choose, the outcome is the same."

"Guarding is futile, cultivation is useless. Submit to my clan, and I will spare you the suffering of a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation and help you break through to the late stage of the Void Refinement realm, possessing boundless power."

The scene froze again.

This time, he found himself standing on the ruins of the Demon Sea.

Beneath her feet lay Gu Xuan's cold corpse, and in his hand, he still clutched an undelivered healing pill.

Not far away, Huo Bing Shuang lay in a pool of blood, the Red Maple Sword broken to the side, the maple leaf patterns on the sword long since lost their luster.

The hibiscus and laurel trees were burned to ashes by the demonic fire, leaving only charred trunks emitting wisps of smoke.

In the sky, the laughter of the demonic cultivators exploded like thunder, and countless demonic soldiers slaughtered wantonly on the ruins, while the screams of human cultivators were endless.

Ye Yang gripped the broken Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword, his cultivation completely gone, and he could barely stand.

"give up."

"Everything you protect will eventually vanish. Your Dao heart is nothing but a self-deceiving joke."

Ye Yang's body trembled slightly; the scene before him was too real.

Gu Xuan's body temperature, Huo Bing Shuang's bloodstains, and the burnt smell of the spirit tree were all so clear, as if they had happened just yesterday.

Through countless reincarnations, each life is filled with different kinds of suffering.

There is the heart-wrenching pain of separation by death, the despair of having no hope of cultivation, and the helplessness of losing everything despite trying one's best to protect it.

Ye Yang's body trembled slightly. The scene before him was too real, so real that he almost believed this was the final outcome.

But at that moment, he remembered how difficult it was to rise from humble beginnings.

He thought of the trusting looks in the eyes of the cultivators in the council hall.

I recalled Huo Bing Shuang's unwavering resolve when she held the Red Maple Sword.

He recalled the vow he made before the sect's main hall when he first embarked on the path of cultivation. The figure wielding the Frost Blade still stood before him.

Life is fleeting, like a white horse galloping past a crack in the wall. If one wishes to transcend suffering and attain longevity, there is only one way—

"Practice!"

"My commitment to the Dao is not just empty words!"

Ye Yang suddenly looked up, a glint of clarity flashing in his eyes.

"The path of cultivation is inherently fraught with thorns, and the responsibility of protection is inherently as heavy as a mountain."

Even if I go through a hundred lifetimes, even if I see no hope ahead, I will never give up!

As his resolve to follow the Dao grew stronger, Ye Yang began to emanate a faint golden light.

Although the golden light was faint, it was like a spark in the darkness, constantly dispelling the evil spirits in the illusion.

He gripped the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword tightly in his hand.

Even in the illusion, the dragon patterns on the sword began to awaken, emitting bursts of dragon roars.

"The third move of the Sky-Splitting Sword Technique - Sword Pierces the Heavens!"

Ye Yang let out a low shout, his voice piercing through the fog of reincarnation and resounding throughout the entire illusion.

A cyan sword light erupted from his hand, like the dawn breaking, instantly tearing apart the ruins before him.

The image of countless reincarnations was shattered.

Outside the fantasy world.

The black-robed demonic cultivator, wielding the Five-Hearted Demonic Sword, sneered, waiting for the moment when Ye Yang would lose his composure.

But never thought about it.

The next second, he felt the powerful sword intent erupting from Ye Yang's body.

That sword intent, imbued with an unwavering Dao heart, directly impacted his sea of ​​consciousness.

His expression changed drastically, and he tried to forcefully maintain the illusion.

However, they discovered that Ye Yang's sword intent was like a sharp sword, constantly destroying the foundation of the illusion.

"Impossible! How could you possibly break free from my Five Elements Unity Illusion?"

He gasped in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.

His illusions can not only create false images.

It can evoke the deepest fear and despair in people's hearts, and countless cultivators have fallen into this illusion.

No one has ever been able to maintain such a steadfast Daoist heart after experiencing a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation.

Just then, a cyan sword light capable of cleaving the sky suddenly burst out from the illusion, heading straight for the demonic cultivator's face.

The demonic cultivator hurriedly activated the Five-Hearted Demonic Sword to defend himself.

However, at this moment, his mind had been injured by Ye Yang's Dao Heart, and the power of the Demon Sword was greatly reduced.

"Crack!"

Followed by.

Three of the five demonic swords were cleaved in two by the sword light.

The sword light, its momentum undiminished, slashed fiercely into the demonic cultivator's chest.

The demonic cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward, shattering the black light barrier instantly.

"Such a steadfast Dao heart..."

The demonic cultivator let out a miserable cry.

The moment the cyan sword light struck the demonic cultivator's chest, scalding demonic blood splattered onto Ye Yang's sleeve, carrying a pungent, fishy odor.

The black-robed demonic cultivator, like a puppet with broken strings, crashed heavily into the churning sea of ​​demons below.

Ye Yang held the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword, the dragon patterns on the sword still trembling, and the remaining sword intent caused the surrounding air to distort slightly.

Just as he was about to step forward and finish off the demon with a final sword strike, he suddenly sensed that the atmosphere of the world had abruptly changed.

The originally thick, ink-like demonic energy was receding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He instinctively turned around and looked, his pupils suddenly contracting.

The sky, which had been covered by dark clouds, was now cracked with fissures.

Countless dark red droplets fell from the void, like a strange rain of blood.

"This is... demon blood?"

Ye Yang was filled with doubt and surprise, and raised his hand to catch a drop.

The icy touch and rich demonic energy at his fingertips made him instantly understand.

This is definitely not the blood of an ordinary demonic cultivator; it is probably an anomaly that only occurs when a high-ranking member falls.

Just then, two vast, thunderous voices suddenly came from the depths of the void, piercing through the clouds and resounding throughout the entire Demon Sea.

It even spread to every corner of all the spirit islands of the human race:
"All cultivators of Heaven and Earth, heed my command—the Nine Nether Saint Venerable has perished, the main force of the Demon Realm has been annihilated, and the human race has won a great victory in this battle!" (End of Chapter)