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

After saying goodbye to Gu Xuan, Huo Bingshuang, and others, Ye Yang...

On the ground, two enormous purple lightning dragons roared and shot straight into the sky, their bodies crackling with blue flames.

The celestial ship slowly ascended into the sky.

Gu Xuan stood on the ground, watching the flying boat gradually disappear into the horizon, and gripped the fragment of the "Taixu Daojing" in his hand tightly.

He knew that in the Demon Realm now...

His responsibilities have only just begun.

As the sun rises, the "Sky-Reaching Spirit Ship" resembles a giant blue whale, slowly breaking free from the constraints of the ground and sailing towards the vast starry sky.

The faint morning light refracted into a seven-colored halo, making the pale blue halo surrounding the Tongtian Spirit Ship shine with an extraordinary brilliance.

On the deck, the disciples of the Flying Heaven Sect were busy organizing supplies.

Some sorted and packed the remnants of magical artifacts seized from the Demon Realm into storage boxes, the metallic clanging sounds crisp and pleasant.

Some sat around the spirit stove, heating the remaining Drunken Immortal Wine.

The aroma of wine mingled with the scent of spiritual energy, spreading out in the air, occasionally punctuated by bursts of laughter.

"Finally, I'm going back to the sect. I really want to try the spiritual tea from the back mountain."

A young disciple held the magic sword that had just been wiped clean, his face full of anticipation for returning home.

This time.

He killed more than a dozen demonic cultivators in the Demon Realm and mastered the Fire God's Wrath of the sect's Heavenly Will Four Symbols Technique.

His cultivation level successfully broke through to the Perfect Martial Artist realm.

He couldn't wait to go back and tell his beloved junior sister the good news.

As soon as the young disciple holding the magic sword finished speaking, a soft sigh came from beside him.

The speaker was a cultivator dressed in a gray-blue robe named Lin Mo, from the Lin family, which was affiliated with the Flying Heaven Sect.

He was repeatedly rubbing a wooden plaque engraved with the words "Peace" on it. The edges of the plaque had been worn smooth, indicating that he had carried it with him for a long time.

"Junior Brother Wang is quite carefree,"

Lin Mo looked up at the gradually blurring black soil of the Demon Realm in the distance, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

"Your breakthrough to the Perfect Martial Realm will surely bring your junior sister great joy. But I have been away from home for three years, and I only hope to bring news of my safety to my parents as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Junior Brother Wang suppressed his excitement and patted Lin Mo on the shoulder.

"Brother Lin, don't worry. The spirit ship is fast and will arrive at Flying Gate in less than five days. When that time comes, send a message home, and your uncle and aunt will be at ease."

Lin Mo gave a wry smile, carefully tucked the wooden plaque into his clothes, and pressed it against his chest: "You don't know, my family has been making a living by cultivating spiritual fields for generations. Back then, when I insisted on joining the Flying Heaven Sect, my parents didn't object, but they were always worried that I would be wronged outside."

"In the past two years, the war in the Demon Realm was intense, and the sect's communication talismans were strictly controlled. I only had time to send a text message once on New Year's Eve last year to say that I was fine."

He pointed to a bulging cloth bag in the storage pouch, his voice softening slightly.

"This time in the Demon Realm, I was lucky enough to obtain a piece of 'Warm Jade', which can emit warmth all year round. My parents are getting old, and the spiritual fields are very cold in winter, so it will come in handy."

"And this bag of 'Dew Rice' is a specialty of the Demon Realm. Although it has some demonic energy, when simmered with gold and jade, it can nourish the body and strengthen the body."

Junior Brother Wang leaned closer to take a look and saw that the warm jade in the cloth bag was emitting a faint white light.

The rice grains were plump and glistening with a lustrous sheen; they were clearly rare and of high quality. He couldn't help but joke.

"Brother Lin is so thoughtful, unlike me, who only thinks about bringing my junior sister some exotic flowers and herbs from the Demon Realm."

Lin Mo smiled and turned his gaze back to the starry sky in front of the spirit ship.

In the morning light, stars dotted the sky like shattered diamonds, and the pale blue protective shield around the spirit ship reflected the flowing light, illuminating the deck.

He recalled the way his parents waved goodbye as he left home, the bag of roasted beans his mother gave him, and his father's repeated admonitions, "Be careful in everything, and just be safe." His eyes welled up with tears.

"Actually, I don't aspire to any great achievements,"

"I just hope that when I go back this time, I can spend a few more days with my parents, help them manage the spirit fields, and tell them about the Demon Realm—of course, I have to tell them something lighthearted, I can't let them know that I once fought to the death with demonic cultivators." Just then, a commotion came from the other side of the deck.

It turned out that the disciple in charge of spiritual meals had brought over freshly cooked spiritual porridge, and the aroma of the porridge mixed with the aura of spiritual energy filled the air.

Ye Yang was also standing on the deck of the Tongtian Spirit Ship.

Behind them, the black soil of the Demon Realm gradually shrank, forming a stark contrast with the clear starry sky in front.

Even the demonic aura in the air had faded considerably.

Ye Yang stood alone at the bow of the boat, his robes fluttering in the starlight and wind.

He held the dragon blood bronze fragment between his fingers; the golden-blue patterns on the fragment gleamed warmly in the morning light.

But I don't know why.

Just as the spirit ship was about to sail out of the Demon Realm's borders, the fragments suddenly trembled slightly, as if disturbed by some force.

The patterns flickered, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, like the flickering flame of a dying candle.

Ye Yang's heart tightened, and the tremor from his fingertips became clearer and clearer, as if some kind of danger was approaching from the depths of the starry sky.

He looked up at the void and saw the distant stars flickering, the once clear starry sky seemingly shrouded in a thin layer of gray mist.

A faint, almost imperceptible aura of demonic energy wafted through the air.

The aura was extremely faint, yet it carried a chilling, unsettling quality.

The aura emanating from him was completely different from that of the Void Refining Demon Ancestor he had previously slain; it was much deeper and more domineering.

"Could it be interference from the magnetic field of the stars?"

Ye Yang frowned in thought.

The star field where the Demon Realm and the Human Realm meet has always been chaotic in terms of spiritual energy, and occasionally illusions of lingering demonic energy will appear.

He raised his hand and released a wisp of spiritual power, trying to dispel the abnormal aura, but found that the spiritual power was swallowed up by an invisible force as soon as it touched the void.

A sense of unease rose in his heart, but he couldn't pinpoint the source of the anomaly.

If a high-level demonic cultivator deliberately conceals their aura, it is extremely difficult to detect unless their cultivation level far surpasses that of the opponent.

Ultimately, he attributed the anomaly to "the starry sky environment".

He simply gripped the bronze fragment tightly, secretly becoming more vigilant.

The spirit ship continued its journey, and soon it gradually entered the "Shattered Star Belt".

This star field is filled with shattered star debris.

Meteorites of varying sizes float in the void, occasionally colliding and producing a dull rumble.

Once you pass through the Star Shattering Bag, you'll arrive at the human cultivation realm.

The celestial ship slowly traversed the star fragmentation belt.

But no one noticed.

Deeper within this star field, in a cluster of meteorites completely shrouded in dense, dark demonic energy.

Several figures hovered in the center of the meteorite cluster, each radiating a powerful aura that could shake the starry sky.

The leader was clad in dark gold scale armor, with dark red blood beads seeping from the gaps in the scales, and in his hand he held a bone knife stained with dried blood.

At this moment, he held a token shimmering with purplish-black lightning in his palm, the two characters "Thunder Tribulation" on the token wriggling as if they were alive.

"Everyone, that Heavenly Spirit Ship belongs to the Flying Heaven Sect."

"This master of both swords and sabers is incredibly audacious!"

The Bloodscale Ancestor's voice was like the scraping of a rusty iron saw, carrying a chilling aura. (End of Chapter)