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

Bloodscale Ancestor raised his hand and waved.

"Remember, the strength of this dual mastery of swords and sabers should be exaggerated, and the power of the Azure Lotus Sword Talisman should be described as something that can destroy the world!"

"Only in this way can we completely absolve ourselves of responsibility!"

"exactly!"

The demon ancestors echoed in unison, finally coming up with a solution. They breathed a sigh of relief, their previous dejection completely gone.

They all transformed into streaks of black shadows and sped off towards the Demon Realm.

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the other side.

As the Tongtian Spirit Ship broke through the last layer of meteorite barrier in the Shattered Star Belt, the ship suddenly felt lighter.

The chaotic spiritual energy of the surrounding starry sky suddenly dissipated, replaced by the unique aura of the cultivation world, carrying a faint fragrance of grass and trees.

"Finally home!"

At this moment, not only Ye Yang, but almost everyone on the Tongtian Spirit Ship breathed a sigh of relief, greedily inhaling the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Ye Yang opened his eyes and looked down at the familiar, vast sky.

The clouds spread out like cotton wool, and the outlines of the distant, continuous mountain ranges could be vaguely seen.

The auras of the Demon Ancestor and others behind him gradually disappeared.

The last weight that had been hanging over his heart finally lifted.

"Dao Ancestor! We've arrived at the Realm Space!"

Xueyan strode over, his voice trembling with excitement.

"At the speed of the Sky-Reaching Spirit Ship, it will take at most a few more days to reach the territory of the Flying Heaven Gate!"

The disciples on the deck rushed to the ship's side, gazing at the sky and earth below, cheers rising and falling.

Lin Mo held the peace plaque to his chest, his eyes slightly reddening.

After being away from home for three years, I can finally see the direction of my homeland. The image of my parents waving goodbye by the ancestral field seems to be right in front of me.

Senior Brother Wang gripped his magic sword tightly, his lips curled in anticipation as he thought about sharing the good news of his breakthrough with his junior sister as soon as he returned to the sect.

Looking at the joyful expressions on everyone's faces, Ye Yang's tense expression softened a bit.

He raised his hand to wipe away the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, circulated his cultivation technique to straighten out the last trace of disordered primordial spirit power, and then said to Xue Yan.

"Pass down the order to release the sect's communication talisman in advance, informing the sect that we have returned safely and asking them to prepare for our arrival."

"Yes!"

Blood Flame immediately took out a communication talisman, infused it with magic power, and threw it into the air.

The talisman transformed into a streak of light, hurtling towards the Flying Heaven Gate before disappearing into the horizon in an instant.

Soon, the Heavenly Spirit Ship sped through the boundary space, and the scene below became clearer and clearer.

From the vast mountains to the spiritual fields scattered among them, and then to the faintly visible villages of cultivators.

About half an hour later, a huge mountain gate floating in the clouds came into view.

The three large golden characters "Flying Gate" above the mountain gate gleamed in the sunlight.

"We're back!"

One of the disciples shouted excitedly, his voice echoing throughout the entire deck.

Meanwhile, inside the Flying Gate, the arrival of the communication talisman had already caused a stir.

As soon as the message talisman landed in the sect's main hall, the disciple responsible for receiving the message immediately rushed to the secluded cultivation area, his voice trembling.

"Big deal! Big deal!"

"Master Ye has returned with the Heavenly Spirit Ship! They have safely returned from the Demon Realm!"

The news spread like wildfire throughout the entire Flying Gate.

The disciples of the sect put down their cultivation and affairs and flocked to the streets, gazing towards the mountain gate.

Some people were excitedly discussing their experiences during their trip to the Demon Realm.

Some were worried about the safety of their companions.

The entire sect was immersed in an atmosphere of excitement and anticipation.

Inside the secluded meditation room, Yan Qingying sat cross-legged on a futon, surrounded by a faint spiritual light.

Upon hearing the urgent report from outside, she suddenly opened her eyes, a hint of surprise and urgency flashing in them, and instantly stopped her practice and stood up.

Ignoring the fact that his primordial spirit power was not yet fully stable, he strode towards the mountain gate.

As the only Nascent Soul Dao Realm cultivator in the cultivation world at present, she has always been concerned about the safety of Ye Yang and the others.

The journey to the Demon Realm was extremely dangerous, especially since it was rumored that the Demon Clan had the Thunder Tribulation Demon Ancestor in charge.

She was restless day and night.

He wanted to go and provide support many times, but was unable to do so due to sect affairs and the need to stabilize his realm.

Upon learning that everyone had returned safely, the anxiety that had been building for so long finally subsided.

When the Tongtian Spirit Ship slowly landed on the Feitianmen Mountain Gate Square.

The entire square was already packed with welcoming disciples and elders.

Yan Qingying stood at the front of the square, dressed in a blue Taoist robe. Her temperament was aloof, but she could not hide the concern in her eyes.

She looked at Ye Yang, who was walking down from the spirit ship, and the surviving disciples behind him, and quickly went to greet him.

"Senior brothers, you're finally back! You must be tired from your journey!"

When Ye Yang saw Yan Qingying, he nodded slightly, his voice sounding tired but still firm.

"This time it was indeed extremely difficult, but fortunately we finally succeeded."

"However... some disciples were injured or killed during this trip to the Demon Realm, and the sect needs to make proper arrangements for them."

Upon hearing this, Yan Qingying's eyes flashed with a hint of regret, and then she said in a deep voice.

"Brother, please accept my condolences. One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand. Where in the world is there a victory without casualties?"

"The sect has already prepared healing pills and a plan to settle and compensate me. You have just returned, so please come with me to the main hall to rest. After you have recovered, I will report the settlement plan in detail."

Ye Yang nodded and told Xue Yan to lead the disciples behind him to rest.

Instead of entering the sect, he stood in the center of the plaza, gazing at the scene before him, his heart filled with emotion.

Although this journey to the Demon Realm was fraught with peril and resulted in the loss of many disciples, it also allowed the Flying Heaven Sect to gather even greater strength amidst the crisis.

Fortunately, we finally achieved extraordinary results.

In the future, with the further leap in the strength of the Flying Gate...

There are likely many more challenges awaiting them in the cultivation world.

But now, I can finally relax for a while.

At this moment, Yan Qingying raised her hand to signal the disciples serving in the hall to step down, and then personally poured Ye Yang a cup of warm spiritual tea.

"Senior brother, have some spiritual tea first."

Ye Yang took the teacup, his fingertips touching the warm cup, and a warm feeling rose in his heart.

He took a small sip, the spiritual tea transforming into rich spiritual energy that slowly nourished his weary meridians, and then spoke.

"During this trip to the Demon Realm, the Sect Leader has successfully broken through and is now at the Nascent Soul Dao Realm."

"Oh? Sect Leader Gu has broken through?"

A look of surprise flashed in Yan Qingying's eyes, and her teacup paused slightly. "The sect leader is a late bloomer. After years of accumulation, it is expected that he will be able to break through successfully."

"I never expected that he could break through his cultivation level in such a dangerous place as the Demon Realm. It seems that his years of hard work have finally paid off."

"Now that he has broken through to the Nascent Soul Dao Realm, the strength of our Flying Heaven Sect can finally be increased by one point."

Ye Yang nodded in agreement.

"The sect leader is calm and responsible. After his training in the Demon Realm, his cultivation will surely advance even further upon his return."

As he spoke, Ye Yang's gaze inadvertently swept over Yan Qingying, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.

He had vaguely sensed that Yan Qingying's aura was different when he greeted her at the mountain gate.

Now, being in close proximity in the main hall, one can more clearly perceive the refined spiritual light surrounding her, and the steady and profound fluctuations of her primordial spirit, without any trace of the superficiality experienced during her breakthrough.

"Junior sister."

Ye Yang put down his teacup, his tone carrying a hint of certainty.

"Judging from your aura, you must have already stabilized your Nascent Soul Dao Realm?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Qingying smiled faintly, her body radiating a subtle aura of spiritual light. Though understated, it exuded a sense of effortless composure.

"Thanks to this period of seclusion, I have finally stabilized my cultivation level. I was worried about your safety in the Demon Realm and my mind was in turmoil until I received your message talisman. Only then was I able to calm down and stabilize my cultivation level in one go."

Upon hearing this, Ye Yang felt a surge of excitement.

"This time in the Demon Realm Starry Sky, I saw the vastness of the world, witnessed the strength of the heroes of the world, and felt the limitations of the sect. In the future Starry Sky Land, in the era of great strife, the more experts in the sect, the more confident we will be in dealing with it."

"What you say is absolutely right, senior brother."

Yan Qingying's smile faded, and her expression gradually became serious.

"You should rest well first. I will go down and prepare the spirit stones to compensate the disciples of the Demon Realm who died in battle. We must not let these disciples sacrifice themselves in vain."

Ye Yang nodded in agreement.

The two chatted for a while longer, speaking freely about everything from the training of the younger generation in the sect to the recent situation in the cultivation world.

The sunlight outside the hall gradually slanted westward, shining into the hall through the window lattices.

Looking at the scenery outside the Flying Gate, Ye Yang couldn't help but sigh.

After experiencing the life-or-death test in the Demon Realm, the Flying Heaven Sect was not only not defeated, but also showed even greater vitality due to the breakthroughs and growth of its members.

But everyone knows it.

Behind this vitality lies an even more severe challenge that is about to come.

After Yan Qingying left, Ye Yang sat quietly in the main hall for a moment, then stood up and left the main hall of Feitianmen.

A faint spiritual light flashed around him, and his figure transformed into a streak of azure light, hurtling towards the East Sea.

With his current cultivation level, crossing mountains and rivers would be a matter of moments.

Before half an incense stick's time had passed, the salty sea breeze swept over us, and an endless expanse of blue unfolded before our eyes.

Following the directions in his memory, he flew towards the Flying Gate Deep Sea Bluestone Mine.

The closer you get to the location of the mine, the more cultivators there are in the air.

Groups of two or three figures weaved through the air, some riding swords, others aboard spirit boats, chatting and laughing, vividly highlighting the liveliness of this sea area.

Ye Yang slowed down and landed on a floating reef, his gaze sweeping over the scene below.

After decades or even centuries of development by the Flying Gate, this place has become a bustling cultivation market.

Dozens of temporary wooden platforms have been erected on the sea.

The platform was filled with stalls, and cultivators surrounded them, haggling over prices, waving spirit stones and magical artifacts in their hands, their voices rising and falling.

Some stalls were selling raw deep-sea azurite stones freshly mined from the veins, while others were selling low-level magical artifacts made from azurite.

Some cultivators even sat cross-legged on the spot, exchanging their mining experiences and cultivation insights.

Occasionally, a few arguments would break out, but they would quickly return to peace after being persuaded by others.

"Have you heard? This time, the Flying Heaven Sect brought back a lot of specialties from the Demon Realm."

"It is said that the magical artifacts made from those remains can suppress the evil aura of demonic cultivators. In a few days, the sect will probably start selling them openly!"

"That's not all! I also heard that Dao Ancestor Ye killed the Demon Clan's Void Refinement Demon Ancestor with a single sword strike in the Shattered Star Belt."

"They even have the talismans of a lightning tribulation sword cultivator. The Flying Heaven Sect's influence is much stronger than before!"

"Of course! Otherwise, we wouldn't be here to join in the fun."

"The Flying Heaven Sect has a good reputation and its prices are fair. Following such a sect will give us cultivators more security!"

Just then, a low murmur of conversation caught his attention.

On a platform not far away, several cultivators were gathered around a map made of animal hide, talking in hushed tones, their eyes filled with awe.

"Look here, in the Black Reef area deep in the East China Sea, this is the location of the Flying Gate's deep-sea azurite mine."

"It is said that this is an essential material for a treasure to be upgraded to a Dao artifact. The Flying Heaven Sect has always valued it. In previous years, there were even demonic beasts causing trouble there. Even the Flying Heaven Sect's sacred beast, the Sun-Chasing Flying Turtle, was stationed there to guard the area."

"The Sun-Chasing Flying Turtle? Is that the sacred beast whose carapace can draw in sunlight and whose shell patterns are comparable to a defensive array? I once saw it from afar. Its size was larger than a small mountain, and the spiritual light surrounding it couldn't even be suppressed by the sunlight!"

"That's right! Last year, a group of rogue cultivators, unaware of their own limitations, tried to secretly mine azurite in the Black Reef Sea."

"As soon as they got close, they were discovered by the Sun-Chasing Flying Turtle. With a shake of its shell, it shattered their spirit boat. If the disciples of the Flying Heaven Sect hadn't arrived in time, those rogue cultivators would probably have been buried at the bottom of the sea!"

"Tsk tsk, with such a sacred beast guarding it, the East Sea mine of the Flying Heaven Gate can be so secure."

"No wonder so many cultivators come here to trade. With the double protection of the sect and the sacred beast, we can feel at ease!"

Before the monks' discussions had even subsided, the sea suddenly began to tremble without warning.

At first, it was just a slight sway, like ripples on the surface of water caused by a gentle breeze.

But in an instant, the tremors became more and more intense, the wooden platform suspended on the sea began to tilt from side to side, and the goods on the stalls kept rolling off, making a "thump thump" sound.

"What happened? Was it an earthquake?"

A monk hurriedly steadied the stall, his face pale.

The East China Sea is usually calm and rarely experiences such violent tremors, let alone earthquakes.

"No! Look at the sea!"

Another monk pointed into the distance, his voice trembling.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and saw the once azure sea churning like boiling water, with a huge black shadow moving rapidly underwater.

Wherever it passed, towering waves crashed, and even the spiritual energy in the air became chaotic.

The shadowy figure drew closer, gradually revealing its outline.

It was a giant tortoise, its body comparable to a small mountain, its shell covered with golden patterns, like a naturally formed array, gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight.

"This...this is the Sun-Chasing Flying Turtle!"

"I actually witnessed the sacred beast appear before my own eyes! It is said that this flying turtle only leaves the Black Reef Sea once every few years, but I never expected to see it today!"

The surrounding cultivators also showed expressions of shock, some even forgetting to avoid the swaying platform, only focusing on the giant tortoise.

The fame of the Sun-Chasing Flying Turtle had long been known among the cultivators of the East Sea, but very few people had actually seen it.

Seeing its true appearance today confirms that the rumors are true.

The oppressive aura emanating from the ancient sacred beast caused all the cultivators present to feel a pang of fear, and even their breathing became cautious.

Just as everyone was marveling at the sight, the Flying Turtle suddenly stopped moving.

The enormous head turned towards the reef where Ye Yang was, its eyes slightly narrowed, as if sensing something.

Then, its massive body slowly moved towards the reef, and the waves became increasingly calm with its movement, as if it were under its control. (End of Chapter)