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

The charred tree trunks collapsed on the ground, and the once lush green grass was stained dark red.

Several monks' corpses leaned against the broken wall.

They were still clutching the array flags of the island-protecting formation, clearly having died from exhaustion while guarding the spirit island.

As the spirit ship continued its journey, Ye Yang witnessed an even more horrific scene.

A human faction's spirit ship was besieged by several demon ships.

The protective shield of the spirit ship had long been broken, and the hull was covered with countless holes, with black demonic flames burning on the deck.

Several surviving cultivators, wielding magical swords, engaged in a fierce battle with the demonic soldiers.

A young cultivator was pierced through the chest by a demon soldier's bone knife, yet he still clung tightly to the demon soldier.

"Run! Go and warn them!"

Before he could finish speaking, another demon soldier severed his head.

Blood splattered on the deck, staining the sect token on his chest red.

In the end, the spirit ship exploded in the demonic flames, turning into a dazzling ball of fire and disappearing into the demonic sea.

"Hurry up! Increase the speed of the spirit ship! We must reach the center of the Demon Realm as soon as possible!"

Ye Yang ordered his men to rescue the man, and then gave a command to those behind him.

Soon, the cultivators nodded in response and poured their spiritual energy into the rudder.

The golden runes on the surface of the spirit ship shone even brighter.

Its speed increased even further, like a streak of blue lightning, flying towards the center of the demonic realm shrouded in black demonic mist.

Ye Yang's expression was somber as he walked.

His gaze swept across the view below through the ship's window, and the sight before him made his fingertips tremble slightly.

Because everything we've come through has been a journey.

The once spiritually rich island is now a scorched wasteland.

Before long, he arrived at a medium-sized spirit island.

However, the scene before him made him frown.

Most of the area in front of them was covered by black demonic fire, which burned the rocks and caused carbonized wood to float in the air.

Corpses lay scattered haphazardly on the scorched earth.

There was a cultivator wearing the Dao Alliance's standard robes, his hands still tightly gripping the broken magic sword, his finger bones white from the force.

There were also demonic soldiers with horns and protruding fangs, their corpses cleaved in two by sword light, their black demonic blood soaking the earth and spreading out patches of murky ink on the scorched marks.

Ye Yang could even see it.

Beside the body of a young cultivator lay an unactivated communication jade talisman.

The surface of the jade talisman had cracked from being baked by demonic fire, clearly indicating that it hadn't had time to send out a distress message.

The spirit ship continued forward, when suddenly a fierce collision of spiritual energy came from the airspace ahead.

Ye Yang looked up and saw dozens of figures fighting in the air.

Seven or eight human cultivators surrounded three demon generals clad in black armor, their spiritual power and demonic flames intertwining in mid-air to form distorted energy ripples.

A cultivator from the Purple Mansion Realm, wielding a long spear with a golden spiritual light at the tip, thrust it fiercely towards the chest of a demon general, only to have it blocked by the demon general's claws.

Instead, the black demonic flames on the demonic claws spread along the gun barrel, causing the cultivator's robe to sizzle as it burned.

Another female cultivator summoned a water-attribute magic mirror, and countless water arrows shot towards the demon general, but they were all swallowed up by the demonic mist spewed out by the demon general.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, mixed with the acrid smell of burning demonic flames.

Each collision was accompanied by the crisp sound of weapons breaking and the muffled groans of the cultivators, so tragic that it made one's heart sink.

"If the situation on the front lines continues like this, the casualties will likely far exceed expectations."

Ye Yang frowned, a sudden unease rising in his heart.

With that thought in mind, he no longer hesitated and took out a warm, milky-white communication jade talisman from his storage bag.

This jade talisman is a magical artifact specially made by the Dao Alliance, which can ensure the stability of message transmission even in areas with dense demonic energy.

Ye Yang slowly channeled his spiritual power into the jade talisman.

The spiritual light at the fingertips flowed along the runes, quickly illuminating the entire jade talisman.

"Fellow Daoist Qingyun, I am Ye Yang. I am currently traveling to the center of the Demon Realm aboard the Heavenly Spirit Ship. I wonder what the situation is like on the battlefield in the center of the Demon Realm?"

The jade talisman floated in mid-air, and the runes on its surface flickered several times.

A moment later, a slightly weak but clearly relaxed voice came through.

"Fellow Daoist Ye? I've finally received your message."

Qingyun Sanren's voice came through the jade talisman, slightly hoarse, clearly indicating that he had been through a fierce battle.

“Yesterday I fought against the ‘Earth-Splitting Demon Lord’ of the Demon Clan. That demon’s earth-based demonic arts were extremely domineering. My dantian was invaded by his demonic energy, and it still hurts faintly at this moment.”

When Ye Yang heard "damage to the dantian," his heart tightened. He was about to ask when Qingyun Sanren changed his tone and became a little lighter.

"But don't worry, ever since the Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor sent word that the Nine Nether Saint Venerable had fallen, the demon soldiers at the front lines have seemed to have lost their backbone, and their morale has plummeted."

"Just now, another group of demonic cultivators saw that the situation was not good and abandoned the formation and fled. We have taken the opportunity to recapture the three occupied spirit islands and are now taking stock of the casualties and reinforcing the defenses."

"Now the reinforcements from the islands are arriving one after another. Although the casualties are not small, we will definitely be able to hold the line."

Qingyun Sanren paused for a moment, then added.

"You need to be more careful on your side. There are still quite a few high-level demon cultivators putting up a stubborn resistance in the center of the Demon Realm. It is said that there are still two demon generals in the late stage of Void Refinement who have not shown up yet. Do not be careless."

Ye Yang relaxed his grip on the jade talisman slightly, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

He could tell that although Qingyun Sanren was injured, the ease in his tone was not feigned.

The fall of the Nine Nether Saint Venerable truly turned the tide of the battle on the front lines.
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Hearing this, Ye Yang finally felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief, then spoke to the cultivator beside him.

"Speed ​​up the spirit ship! We need to reach the center of the Demon Realm as soon as possible to support other battlefields."

The Heavenly Spirit Ship sped across the Demon Sea for half a day, its hull radiating a bright azure light that continuously dispelled the demonic mist along its path.

Ye Yang stood at the bow of the ship, his eyes piercing through the layers of mist as he surveyed his surroundings.

As they drew closer to the center of the Demon Realm, the demonic aura in the air grew increasingly dense.

Even the protective shield of the spirit ship rippled slightly from time to time, clearly resisting the erosion of the demonic energy.

"Dao Ancestor, a dense demonic aura has been detected in the demonic mist three miles to the left!"

The monk on guard suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity.

"The auras are chaotic yet dense, suggesting the presence of many demonic cultivators!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Yang immediately activated his divine sense and probed in the direction the cultivator pointed.

Although there was demonic mist in front of him, his Void Refinement Realm divine sense could still vaguely sense that a sizable demonic nest was hidden beneath the demonic mist.

The Demon Nest was formed from black demonic energy, and its surface was covered with countless tiny demonic runes.

You can vaguely see many demon soldiers moving around inside the nest.

A powerful aura still lingered in the center, clearly indicating that a demon lord was stationed there.

“It is indeed a demon's lair, and there is more than one.”

Ye Yang withdrew his divine sense and said in a deep voice.

"The aura of a demon's lair can also be felt in the demonic mist five miles to the right and ten miles behind."

"These demon nests should be the strongholds where the remaining demon soldiers hid after the demons were defeated. If they are not eliminated, they will become a hidden danger in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Yang made a decision.

"Everyone prepare to land. Follow me to wipe out these demon lairs one by one! Let's start from the left side and finish this quickly!"

The cultivators on the ship responded in unison, gripping their magical artifacts tightly, their eyes filled with fighting spirit. The cultivator in charge of piloting the spirit ship slowly adjusted its direction, mooring it beside a reef a hundred feet away from the demon's lair on the left.

As soon as the spirit ship came to a stop, Ye Yang was the first to leap off the ship. The Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword in his hand suddenly lit up, and the azure sword light pierced through the demonic mist as bright as day.

"Come with me!"

Ye Yang let out a low shout, and his figure transformed into a streak of azure lightning, rushing towards the demon's lair.

The cultivators followed closely behind, dozens of beams of spiritual light weaving through the demonic mist, approaching the demon's lair like sharp swords.

Soon, the group arrived at the demon's lair.

This demonic lair was constructed from countless black demonic bones, its surface covered with eerie demonic runes, radiating a chilling aura.

The roars of demonic soldiers came from behind the door, clearly indicating that they had noticed the newcomers.

A cold glint flashed in Ye Yang's eyes, and he swung the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword out fiercely.

next moment.

A beam of azure sword light, tens of feet wide and carrying a sharp sword intent, cleaved towards the gate of the demon's lair like a slashing blow to the heavens.

"Crack!"

With a deafening roar, the gate constructed of demonic bones was instantly cleaved in two.

Countless black fragments of demonic bone flew everywhere, and the demonic runes instantly dissipated under the impact of the sword light.

The moment the gate burst open, dozens of demon soldiers swarmed out of the lair.

The Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword was swung once more, its azure sword light sweeping across like a whirlwind.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

A few sounds.

The first few demon soldiers were instantly cut down by the sword light.

Black demonic blood sprayed onto the ground, turning into wisps of demonic energy that dissipated.

"kill!"

Seeing this, the cultivators on the ship also launched their attacks. Some of them drew their magic swords, unleashing streaks of spiritual light.

Some cultivators activated talismans, and golden lightning talismans exploded in the air, sending countless bolts of lightning striking the demon soldiers.

Other cultivators used spells, sending water arrows and fireballs raining down on the demon's lair.

Although the demon soldiers were fierce and fearless, they were quickly routed under the siege of Ye Yang and a group of elite cultivators.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the demon general inside the nest roared and rushed out of the nest with a black bone knife in his hand.

This demon general was burly, covered in black scales, and his eyes flashed with scarlet light, clearly indicating that he was at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

"Human cultivator, daring to trespass into my demon's lair, you're courting death!"

The demon lord roared, his bone knife, imbued with intense demonic energy, slashing towards Ye Yang.

Ye Yang's eyes narrowed, and instead of retreating, he advanced, slashing the bone knife with the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword.

With a loud clang, the sword light collided with the bone knife, and intense spiritual energy fluctuations spread outwards.

The demon lord had not expected the person before him to be so powerful, and merely waved his hand slightly.

He was so shaken that he staggered backward, and his arm went slightly numb.

He hadn't expected the human cultivator before him to be so powerful, and he was about to flee.

A cold glint flashed in Ye Yang's eyes, and he poured all his spiritual power into the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword. The dragon patterns on the sword suddenly lit up and emitted bursts of dragon roars.

"rise!"

Ye Yang let out a low shout and slashed his sword at the demon general.

A faint blue dragon phantom emerged from the blue sword light, slashing towards the demon general with a world-destroying aura.

Upon seeing this, the demon general's eyes flashed with fear, but it was too late to dodge.

"Pfft!"

As the sword light fell, the demon general's body was instantly cleaved in two.

A black nascent soul flew out of his body, but before it could escape, it was shattered by Ye Yang's sword.

With the demon general dead, the remaining demon soldiers completely lost the courage to resist, and were either killed by the cultivators or knelt down and begged for mercy.

Ye Yang walked to the Demon Lord's corpse and picked up the black bone knife from his hand.

This bone knife is made entirely of demonic bone, with intricate demonic patterns engraved on its surface. It faintly exudes pure demonic energy, clearly making it a high-grade Dao artifact.

"This bone knife is made of quite good material."

Ye Yang put away the bone knife and spoke to the cultivator beside him.

"Clean up the battlefield, then head to the next demon's lair in a moment!"

The cultivators immediately began to act upon Ye Yang's instructions.

Before long, the corpses of these demon soldiers were gathered together and burned.

In an instant, the black demonic energy dissipated in the flames, and the fishy smell in the air also lessened.

One of the monks in charge of the search suddenly exclaimed.

"Dao Ancestor! Come and see! There are quite a few magic crystal sands hidden here!"

Ye Yang followed the sound and found himself in a stone chamber deep within the Demon's Nest.

A black earthenware jar lay on the ground, its mouth open, filled with dark purple sand.

It was "magic crystal sand".

These grains of sand were about the size of rice grains, their surfaces shimmering with a faint magical light, emanating a pure demonic aura.

It is an important material for refining low-level magical artifacts and special elixirs.

The monk picked up the pottery jar, weighed it in his hand, and said excitedly.

"Dao Ancestor, this jar of magic crystal sand weighs at least several dozen kilograms, enough for our Dao Alliance to refine several batches of pills!"

Ye Yang nodded, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"Keep these magic crystals safe and be careful not to let the demonic energy invade your body."

The cultivator quickly responded, took out a specially made jade box, and carefully put the magic crystal sand into it.

He then affixed a talisman to the outside of the jade box to ward off demonic influences before placing it into his storage bag.

Before long, the group discovered a "Nether Grass" growing in black soil in the back garden of the Demon Nest.

This Netherworld Grass is entirely black, with a faint fluorescent glow on its leaves. Although it exudes a strong demonic aura, it is the core ingredient for refining the high-level healing pill "Netherworld Resurrection Pill".

"I never expected to find the Thousand-Year Nether Grass! If we can refine the Nether Rejuvenation Pill, even cultivators above the Nascent Soul Realm who are seriously injured will have a chance to recover."

A hint of excitement flashed in Ye Yang's eyes. He then bent down and carefully dug up the Netherworld Grass, placing it into a specially made jade box.

After clearing out the demon's lair, the group returned to the Sky-Piercing Spirit Ship.

The cultivators carefully sorted out the spoils of war, such as magic crystal sand.

The storage bags on the ship gradually filled up.

The joy of a successful harvest was evident on everyone's face.

The morale, which had been low due to witnessing the horrific scene, has risen even higher.

Ye Yang stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the excited expressions of everyone, and a smile appeared on his lips.

He gazed at the center of the Demon Realm, still shrouded in demonic mist, and said in a deep voice.

"Everyone, rest for half an hour. After half an hour, we will continue our journey to the center of the Demon Realm!" (End of Chapter)