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

The young disciples behind him looked desperate, and their spiritual energy fluctuations grew weaker and weaker.

"How brave!"

A cold glint flashed in Ye Yang's eyes.

Before he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a streak of azure lightning and rushed towards the trapped cultivator.

At this moment, Dao Ancestor Xuefeng and Dao Ancestor Muyun also noticed the situation ahead.

The two followed closely behind Ye Yang, instantly breaking through the outer demonic mist.

Upon seeing the three Dao Ancestors charging towards them, the demon soldiers who had surrounded the cultivators retreated in panic, scrambling to escape.

"Run! It's a human monster at the Nascent Soul Dao Realm or higher."

"There's another Heavenly Spirit Ship behind us. We need to escape quickly, or we'll be in danger today."

The voice just fell.

Ye Yang rushed forward, and the next moment he wielded the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword and swept it horizontally.

Countless cyan sword lights flew out, instantly cutting the rows of demon soldiers charging in front in half like a whirlwind.

A moment later, the black demonic blood splattered on the ground, turning into wisps of demonic energy and dissipating.

Ice crystals surged around Dao Ancestor Xuefeng.

Countless ice crystal spears condensed from the void and shot towards the demon soldiers like a torrential rain.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Several sounds drifted by.

The ice crystal spears pierced through the bodies of these demonic soldiers instantly, freezing them into ice sculptures before shattering with a crash.

With a flick of his hand, Dao Ancestor Muyun unleashed countless emerald green flowers, trailing chains, which burst forth from the void and entangled the limbs of the demonic soldiers.

They were then violently pulled into the air before being slammed back down.

With the three men's actions, the demons were quickly thrown into chaos and perished.

"Thank you for saving me, three Dao Ancestors!"

"We are disciples of the White Dragon Sect, ordered to investigate the center of the Demon Realm, but we have unfortunately fallen into an ambush by demon soldiers!"

A moment later, a man dressed in white robes came out and bowed respectfully to Ye Yang and the other two.

Ye Yang nodded.

"This place is dangerous, and your strength is weak. Immediately head to the outer perimeter to rejoin the main force. Do not venture any further."

Upon hearing this, the elder quickly clasped his hands in thanks.

Leading the surviving disciples, they sped towards the outer edge of the Demon Realm.

For Ye Yang and his group, this situation was just a minor incident.

Soon.

The spirit ship started up again and sped towards the center of the Demon Realm.

As the distance closed, the demonic energy in the air became so thick that it was almost tangible, and the black demonic frost on the surface of the spirit ship's protective shield grew thicker and thicker.

The cultivators responsible for maintaining the formation had to take turns injecting spiritual energy in order to barely keep it afloat.

About half an hour later, the demonic fog ahead suddenly thinned out.

A massive black barrier appeared before everyone's eyes.

Beyond this point lies the heart of the Demon Realm.

Looking around, the surface of the barrier of this demonic realm was shrouded in countless black demonic runes, radiating a chilling pressure.

Outside the barrier, several powerful auras had already gathered.

"finally reached!"

A sharp glint flashed in Ye Yang's eyes, and he ordered the ship to stop.

As soon as the spirit ship approached, several figures came towards them.

The leader was dressed in a golden Taoist robe, surrounded by the power of thunder; he was Gu Yun, the Dao Ancestor of the Nine Heavens Sect.

He smiled when he saw Ye Yang and the others, and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, Fellow Daoist Xuefeng, Fellow Daoist Mu, you've come at the perfect time!"

Ye Yang and his group returned the greeting with clasped hands.

"I have met Dao Ancestor Gu Yun. I wonder what the situation is like on the battlefield now?"

"Since the death of the Nine Nether Saint Venerable, the situation is now under control."

After the group finished exchanging ideas, Ye Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

at this time.

Not far away, a cultivator dressed in a white sword robe and carrying a long sword walked slowly towards them.

Judging from his attire, he seemed to be a Primordial Spirit Dao Ancestor of the Taixu Dao Sect, but Ye Yang had never met him before and did not know his name.

After the other party arrived, they cupped their hands in greeting and nodded to Ye Yang and the others in a gentle tone.

"I am Daoist Tianyin. I have long heard of Fellow Daoist Ye's reputation for being a master of both sword and saber."

"It is a great fortune to be able to fight together today."

"Fellow Taoist, you're welcome."

Ye Yang responded with a cupped-hand salute.

A short while later, another cultivator, clad in blue armor and exuding the aura of the sea, also approached.

This person is none other than the Golden Turtle Dao Ancestor, who has long resided on the Penglai Immortal Mountain in the East Sea.

He clasped his hands in greeting to the crowd.

"I have led the cultivators of my sect to block the northern passage, and we will not allow any demonic cultivator to escape!"

And this time.

Ye Yang saw that there were still many cultivators moving towards this direction in the distance.

As the number of cultivators increased, the atmosphere before the war became increasingly intense.

They waited until the next morning.

A towering phantom appeared in the sky; it was none other than the Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor himself.

The Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor surveyed the crowd and said in a deep voice.

"Fellow Daoists, the Nine Nether Saint Venerable has perished, and the Demon Race's fate is sealed. Today marks the end of this calamity!"

"Now that the encirclement is complete, although the barrier at the center of the Demon Realm is strong, as long as we join forces, we will definitely be able to break through it."

The crowd responded in unison, their voices resounding through the sky.

"Fellow Daoists, follow me to break through this demonic barrier!"

The next moment, the Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor pointed with one hand, and lightning filled the sky, directly plowing a track hundreds of feet long into the earth.

The golden lightning around him intertwined and soon transformed into a sky-piercing spear tens of feet long.

He hurled the Thunder Spear in his hand into the air, transforming it into a giant dragon of lightning tens of feet long, which crashed into the black barrier with a sharp sound as it tore through the air.

And after the Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor launched his attack.

The human alliance also launched an attack.

Countless longswords were drawn, and seventy-two white sword lights intertwined in mid-air, forming an array like an inverted Milky Way, pouring down towards the weakest point of the barrier.

Dao Ancestor Xuefeng formed hand seals, and the extreme northern cold air gathered into a giant ice crystal axe, the blade gleaming with a bone-chilling light.

He then leaped up and slashed fiercely at the barrier.

The Golden Turtle Dao Ancestor's body was surrounded by churning seawater, which condensed into a blue water dragon, crashing into the barrier along with lightning, sword light, and ice crystal axe.

Ye Yang gripped the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword tightly. The illusory azure dragon on the sword raised its head and roared, causing the surrounding demonic mist to dissipate in a rustling sound.

"Rending Heaven Sword Technique!"

With a low shout, the cyan sword light transformed into the true form of a cyan dragon, each scale formed from sword energy, and then it charged towards the barrier with bared fangs and claws.

"boom!"

Countless forces collided with the barrier simultaneously.

The black magic runes on the barrier instantly dimmed, and countless cracks appeared on the surface of the barrier.

The roars of demons echoed from the depths of the demonic mist.

Countless black demonic forces surged toward the barrier, attempting to repair the cracks.

But before the demonic energy could even touch the barrier...

The Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor then unleashed his lightning once more, and golden lightning spread like a spider web, completely shattering the demonic forces.

"gas!"

Ye Yang roared, and the Azure Dragon Sword light surged again, crashing fiercely into the crack.

With a loud "crack!", the black barrier shattered completely, and fragments scattered like inky snowflakes.

A dense aura of demonic energy, accompanied by the roars of countless demonic cultivators, surged forth from the center of the demonic realm.

"kill!"

With a roar of fury, the crowd surged into the heart of the demonic realm like a tidal wave. The Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor's thunderous spear lashed out relentlessly, and wherever the golden lightning passed, demonic cultivators were reduced to ashes.

Ye Yang swept his Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword across, instantly cleaving three charging demon generals in two.

Before anyone could react, he secretly released the Evil King Blade and devoured the flesh and souls of the demon generals.

Just then, a crimson beam of light shot into the sky from the depths of the Demon Realm.

A more powerful aura than before spread out.

Ye Yang looked up and saw a demon lord dressed in a blood-red robe floating in mid-air.

Surrounded by viscous blood energy, he held a blood-red demonic blade in his hand, exuding an extraordinary aura.

In Ye Yang's perception, it was actually the strength of the Void Refinement stage.

"Human cultivators, how dare you destroy my barrier! Today, you will pay for this in blood!"

Blood River Demon Lord roared and swung his blood-red blade.

The next moment, a blood-red blade of energy, tens of feet long, slashed towards the group.

Ye Yang dared not be careless, holding the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword horizontally in front of him.

The cyan sword light collided with the blood-red blade energy, and violent energy fluctuations spread outwards.

Ye Yang leaped into the air, and the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword charged towards the Blood River Demon Lord.

Under Ye Yang's full encouragement.

The illusory image of the azure dragon on the sword became increasingly clear.

"Dragon roars to the sky!"

Ye Yang let out a low shout, and a deafening dragon roar emanated from the cyan sword light as he slashed towards the Blood River Demon Lord.

A flicker of fear flashed in the eyes of the Blood River Demon Lord.

"Crack!"

The cyan sword light struck the shield, shattering it instantly. The sword light, undiminished in its momentum, continued to slash towards the Blood River Demon Lord.

Blood River Demon Lord hastily dodged to the side, but was still struck on the shoulder by the sword light, and black demonic blood sprayed out.

Seizing the opportunity, Ye Yang flashed behind Blood River Demon Lord and thrust the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword fiercely towards his back.

"Pfft!"

The sword light pierced through the Blood River Demon Lord's body, and he let out a shrill scream as the blood energy within him instantly dissipated.

Ye Yang twisted his wrist.

The sword light shattered the Blood River Demon Lord's demonic core, and the Demon Lord's corpse fell heavily to the ground.

The Blood River Demon Lord's corpse crashed heavily to the ground, black demonic blood spreading across the scorched earth.
But before the demonic energy could completely dissipate, a dark black light suddenly flashed from Ye Yang's sleeve.

The Evil King Blade was silently drawn from its sheath, the blood-red patterns on its blade writhing like living creatures, exuding an aura of greed.

Previously, when slaying the demons, Ye Yang had secretly released the Evil King Blade to devour the flesh, blood, and soul of the demon cultivators.

Now, facing the corpse of the Refining Void Demon Lord, this evil blade was even more eager.

At this moment, the Evil King Blade hovered above the corpse of the Blood River Demon Lord, its blade humming, and a black suction force burst forth from its tip.

It quickly extracted all the remaining blood essence and vital energy from the Demon Lord's body.

The corpse of the Blood River Demon Lord, which still retained a trace of demonic power, withered away at a visible speed.

The viscous black blood essence flowed into the Evil King Blade with the suction force, making the blood-red patterns on the blade even more vivid, and even faintly revealing a layer of eerie red light.

The Demon Lord's body quickly lost its luster, and his skin shrank like withered wood.

In just a few breaths, it turned into a withered corpse.

Even the bones lost their original black luster and became grayish-white and fragile.

"What...what kind of evil artifact is this?!"

The Blood River Demon Lord's soul was already on the verge of collapse when the demon core shattered, but at the moment his essence blood was devoured, his remaining consciousness was forcibly pulled back.

He stared at the Evil King Blade floating in the air, his eyes filled with unbelievable terror, and a hoarse voice struggled to emerge from the corpse.

"Human cultivator...you actually keep my race's evil blade...this is impossible!"

As a Refining Void Demon Lord, he was accustomed to the strange techniques and demonic artifacts of the demon race.

But I have never seen a Dao artifact that can so domineeringly devour the essence, blood and soul of demons.

The aura emanating from the Evil King Blade was more sinister than any demonic weapon he knew, even instilling in him, the Demon Lord, a fear that originated from his very soul.

It was a pure, indiscriminate desire to devour, taking the very essence of living beings as its esophagus.

Ye Yang's eyes remained indifferent, and he did not respond to the Blood River Demon Lord's surprised question.

He raised his hand to recall the Evil King Blade, and the blade instantly transformed into a streak of light and retracted into his sleeve.

But at this moment, his fingertips were also stained with a faint trace of blood.

That was the faint power fed back by the Evil King Blade, which made the circulation of spiritual energy within his body even faster.

"This evil blade will eventually turn against you... You will surely die a horrible death!"

Before he could finish speaking, his remaining soul completely disintegrated under the residual power of the Evil King's Blade, turning into wisps of black mist that vanished into the air.

The withered corpse shattered in a gentle breeze, turning into dust and disappearing completely onto the scorched earth of the Demon Realm.

After slaying the Blood River Demon Lord, Ye Yang looked up at the battlefield.

At this time, the demonic cultivators above the Nascent Soul Realm who appeared in other regions were also defeated by the allied forces of the various races.

With these high-level demonic cultivators dead, the remaining demonic cultivators completely lost the courage to resist and scattered in all directions, only to be killed one by one by the cultivators on the periphery.

Half an hour later, the battlefield finally calmed down.

The demonic cultivators in the center of the Demon Realm were either killed or captured, and this calamity in the Demon Realm that lasted for several years finally came to an end.

However, the human cultivators and the numerous allied forces still suffered heavy losses.

The ground was littered with the corpses of cultivators. Many of them were still alive, but their breaths were weak, and they were basically beyond saving.

More than half of the aquatic cultivators brought by Dao Ancestor Jin'ao were killed or wounded.

Several cultivators beside Dao Ancestor Xuefeng also fell into pools of blood, and even the white sword robe of the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal was stained with blood.

Dao Ancestor Xuefeng walked to Ye Yang's side, looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, and sighed.

"This victory was hard-won."

Ye Yang nodded, his gaze falling on the corpse of a young cultivator.

The cultivator was still clutching an unactivated communication jade talisman in his hand, clearly indicating that he hadn't had time to send a distress signal during the battle.

"Clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded, and tally the number of casualties."

Ye Yang's voice carried a hint of weariness.

The surviving cultivators responded in unison and began cleaning up the battlefield.

Some carried their injured companions aside to treat them, while others neatly arranged the bodies of the dead cultivators, their faces filled with grief.

Ye Yang was staring blankly at the mess on the ground.

Just then, a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy suddenly came from behind.

He turned his head and saw Qingyun Sanren carrying the Qingxiao Divine Thunder Mirror, which was covered in countless cracks, staggering out from the pile of corpses.

Her once jet-black hair has now been completely dyed silver-white, and her face is covered with wounds of varying depths.

Clearly, this was in preparation for the battle that had just taken place.

Not only was his dantian damaged, but he also burned his life essence to barely hold on until reinforcements arrived.

"Fellow Daoist Qingyun!"

Ye Yang quickly stepped forward, reached out to support his swaying body, and felt a chill when his fingertips touched the other's arm.

How did you get so badly injured?

Qingyun Sanren waved his hand, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but he still forced a smile.

"Being able to hold the line is nothing compared to this injury... But Fellow Daoist Ye, forcibly killing a Demon Lord at the Void Refinement Realm is an achievement worthy of being recorded in the history of the Dao Alliance."

Before the words were finished, a muffled groan came from not far away.

Ye Yang looked in the direction of the sound and saw Gu Xuan clutching his right arm, his face as pale as paper.

He had previously absorbed the arm of the eight-armed evil dragon, and the arm that had finally recovered was now broken again.

Black demonic energy still lingered at the wound, indicating that he had been severely injured in the battle with the demonic cultivator.

Besides.

Several cultivators who had accompanied the Flying Heaven Sect on their expedition were also severely injured.

The left arm of an elder from the Li family, under the command of the Flying Heaven Sect, was severed by a demonic blade, and he was tightly wrapping the wound with strips of cloth.

The Qingyun Sect Daoist who was controlling the formation was covered in burn marks from demonic flames, and he had to gasp for breath even to speak.

Even the cultivators who had met on the road and come to the heart of the Demon Realm together were mostly lying on stretchers, their breaths weak.

"Fellow Daoist, have you heard any unusual sounds?"

Just then, Dao Ancestor Qingyun seemed to sense something and spoke to Ye Yang. (End of Chapter)