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

"They killed two of my Demon Clan's Void Refinement Ancestors and took away fragments of the Dragon Blood Bronze."

"The Thunder Tribulation Ancestor in the Imperial Court has already given the order: if this grudge is not avenged, how can the face of our Demon Clan be preserved?"

He raised his hand and held the decree of the tribulation above his head.

The purple-black lightning spread instantly, making the figures of the surrounding demon ancestors appear even more ferocious.

"Our ancestor is furious and has ordered us to set up an ambush here! This is a decree personally bestowed by the Thunder Tribulation Ancestor. Today, we must ensure that the main force of the Flying Heaven Sect perishes in the Shattered Star Belt!"

A hunched figure on the left suddenly raised its head, the bone chains wrapped around its body making a crisp "clattering" sound.

His withered fingers pointed to the distant floating meteorite, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.

"We've also studied this master of both swords and sabers. Although he cultivates both swordsmanship and saber techniques, he's only a newly advanced Void Refinement cultivator. With the decree of the Thunder Tribulation Ancestor, this time, no matter what, he won't escape alive."

"At that time, the flesh and blood of the disciples on this ship will be used to nourish my bone chain!"

Before he finished speaking, he flicked a wisp of black light from his fingertip, which landed on a meteorite beside him. Instantly, countless skulls appeared on the surface of the meteorite, emitting a nauseating stench.

"The Bone Prison Ancestor is right!"

The Soul Devouring Ancestor, holding a skull staff on his right, cackled wickedly, green flames flickering in the eye sockets of the skull atop the staff.

"The disciples of the Flying Heaven Sect all cultivate orthodox techniques, and their primordial spirits are several times purer than those of ordinary cultivators. If we can refine them into 'Demon Soul Pills,' our cultivation will surely advance further!"

His gaze swept over the crowd, his voice seductive.

"The Thunder Tribulation Ancestor has decreed that whoever can sever the head of the master swordsman will be rewarded with a 'Thunder Tribulation Demon Core'. Everyone, you cannot miss such an opportunity!"

Upon hearing this, the other demon ancestors' eyes instantly blazed with fanatical light.

A demon ancestor holding a black banner immediately unleashed his magical artifact. As the banner unfurled, the screams of countless wronged souls echoed through the starry sky.

"I am willing to lead my demonic soldiers to hold back the disciples of the Flying Heaven Sect, and I will not let a single one escape!"

Another demon ancestor carrying a giant axe echoed the sentiment.

"I'll take the lead in attacking this man! Even if his swords are sharp, I'll use my 'Heaven-Splitting Demon Axe' to shatter his defenses!"

Seeing the high morale of the crowd, the Bloodscale Ancestor curled his lips into a cruel smile.

"The spirit ship has entered the core area of ​​the Shattered Star Belt and will arrive at the formation in less than an incense stick's time."

"Bone Prison Ancestor, you control the formation and break the protective barrier first. Soul Devouring Ancestor, you lead the people to restrain the disciples; I, along with the other two Void Refinement Ancestors, will personally besiege Ye Yang!"

"Remember, we must kill him before he uses his trump card. If we let this brat escape, we will all suffer the punishment of soul-devouring and soul-refining!"

"As ordered!"

Those he pointed to responded in unison, their voices causing the surrounding meteorites to tremble slightly.

The Bone Prison Ancestor flew to the center of the array, his hands forming complex magic seals. Ten thousand Soul-Devouring Bone Needles flew out from the meteorite, weaving into a huge black net in the air, covering the entire star field.

The Soul Devouring Ancestor, accompanied by two half-step Void Refinement Demon Ancestors, concealed themselves in the shadow of the meteorite. The green flame at the tip of the skull staff flickered, locking onto the direction of the Heavenly Spirit Ship.

The Bloodscale Ancestor stared intently at the approaching cyan spirit ship, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Boy, this time, even if the gods came, they couldn't save you! You dare to attack my Demon Realm's territory, your destruction begins today!"
On the Tongtian Spirit Ship at this moment.

The dragon blood bronze fragment at Ye Yang's fingertip trembled more and more violently.

The golden-blue patterns flickered like the dying flame of a candle.

As he gazed at the increasingly dense cluster of meteorites ahead, his unease grew stronger.

The surrounding spiritual energy became increasingly chaotic, and the protective shield of the spirit ship began to ripple slightly.

The disciples' spiritual energy circulation on the deck also became sluggish, and Ye Yang was about to order the disciples to reinforce the protective barrier.

A sudden, intense sense of crisis surged through me, as if I were being watched by a venomous snake, and cold sweat instantly broke out on my back.

"Something's wrong, there's an enemy!"

Ye Yang suddenly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the scattered stars around him, and his spiritual power instantly spread throughout his body.

That faint, almost imperceptible aura of demonic energy was now converging from all directions.

Like an invisible net, it firmly trapped the spirit ship. He finally understood that the previous "calm" was nothing but an illusion.

The enemy had already hidden in the shadows of the shattered stars, waiting for them to step into the trap.

Just then, a deep, muffled laugh came from the depths of the starry sky.

The laughter exploded in the void like thunder, causing the spirit ship to sway slightly.

"Hahaha... You're quite alert, but too late."

Before the words were finished, a bolt of purplish-black lightning suddenly tore through the void.

Like a demonic whip cleaving from the abyss, carrying an aura of destruction, it hurtled straight at the pale blue protective shield of the spirit ship.

The moment the lightning struck, a figure appeared amidst the shattered stars.

It was an old man wearing a long robe with purple-black lightning patterns.

His face was withered, but his eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty red light, and his body was shrouded in dense demonic energy.

Each arc of lightning that struck the ground instantly reduced the surrounding meteorites to dust.

He hovered in the void, his aura as heavy as a mountain, far surpassing the two Void Refinement Demon Ancestors who had been killed by Ye Yang before.

The mere pressure emanating from it made it difficult for the disciples on the deck of the spirit ship to breathe.

"The Demon Ancestor of the Void Refining Realm!"

Ye Yang's pupils contracted sharply as he instantly recalled the records in the Dao Alliance's classic texts.

"Master Ye, you killed two of my fellow cultivators at the Void Refinement stage and seized resources from my Demon Realm, and you think you can return to the mortal world so easily?"

The voice of the demon patriarch carried an overwhelming intimidation, like a cold blade scraping against everyone's eardrums.

"Today, this Heavenly Spirit Ship, and all the Flying Heaven Sect disciples on board, will become nourishment for my Demonic Fiend!"

Before the words were even finished, the purplish-black lightning had already slammed into the spirit ship's protective shield.

There was a loud noise of "Boom!"

The surface of the shield rippled violently in an instant.

The pale blue aura dimmed at a visible speed, and fine cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, as if it would completely collapse at any moment.

On the deck, the laughter of the disciples abruptly ceased.

The relaxed atmosphere was instantly replaced by fear.

Everyone drew their weapons and infused their swords with spiritual power, but due to the oppressive atmosphere of the starry sky, their hands trembled slightly uncontrollably.

A True Immortal of the Purple Mansion attempted to unleash a spell to reinforce the protective shield.

However, he discovered that as soon as his spiritual energy left his body, it was distorted by the surrounding demonic aura, causing the spell to collapse midway and backfire, causing blood to spill from the corner of his mouth.

"Dao Ancestor, the protective barrier won't last much longer!"

Xue Yan's face was deathly pale, and he gripped a black iron shield tightly in his hand.

But he knew all too well that this shield was nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of these Void Refinement Ancestors.

At this moment, Ye Yang also sensed the terrifying killing intent.

The Evil King Blade and the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword were instantly drawn, spinning behind him and blocking the front of the spirit ship.

Ye Yang looked at the Thunder Tribulation Ancestor, his heart turning cold.

This was clearly a carefully planned ambush by the demons, with the aim of severing the foundation of the Flying Heaven Sect.

If the spirit ship is destroyed, not only will he himself be in danger.

Thousands of Flying Heaven Sect disciples on board will also perish in the starry sky, and the Flying Heaven Sect's strength will suffer a devastating blow.

"Everyone be careful! Protect the core of the spirit ship!" (End of Chapter)