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

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Lin Jian's Fire Dragon Spear left a trail of sparks on the ground.

The crimson-gold magic power spread along the shaft of the spear, forming a protective shield of flames around him, burning away all the surging demonic energy.

"Chang Sunhu! Break his magic defense!"

Lin Yan shouted loudly. Changsun Hu was already poised to attack, his body-refining runes shining with dazzling golden light. He was like a charging beast, his fists slamming towards the demonic shadow with a whooshing sound.

Just as the demonic figure dodged Lin Yan's spear thrust, it was met with Changsun Hu's heavy punch and had no choice but to hastily raise its hand to block.

"boom!"

The demonic figure was forced to retreat repeatedly as its fists collided with the bone staff, causing the scales on its arms to crack and ooze black blood.

Li Qingyun, wielding a longsword, seized the opportunity and led the Li family sword cultivators to form a sword formation.

At that moment, dozens of longswords flew into the air and transformed into sword light.

A series of cyan-gold demon-slaying sword energies intertwined to form a giant net, enveloping the demonic shadow.

Su Wanqing then played a soothing melody.

The sharp sound waves, like invisible blades, constantly assaulted the minds of these demonic figures.

The moment the demonic figure's mind wavered, its defenses became vulnerable.

A sword aura seized the opportunity to slash his shoulder, and black blood gushed out, instantly corroding small pits on the ground.

"A bunch of juniors, how dare you hurt me!"

The man roared, and his demonic energy surged wildly.

The skull at the top of the bone staff emitted a piercing shriek.

Followed by.

Countless black skulls flew out from the demonic energy and attacked the group.

Zhao Yueru immediately activated a healing spell, and a light shield of pale green spiritual light formed, blocking all the skulls from the outside.

Taking advantage of the moment when the demonic aura became disordered, Lin Yan thrust the Crimson Fire Dragon Spear into the demonic energy, and flames suddenly erupted from the spear tip.

"Pfft" sound.

With everyone's cooperation.

Soon, a long spear pierced through the demon's chest.

Demon Shadow's pupils shrank, his eyes filled with disbelief. He looked down at the spear tip in his chest, black blood gushing out.

"No... I am not reconciled! What have you little brats done to deserve this?"

He roared, trying to expose his body, but Lin Yan and the others noticed.

With a flick of his wrist, Lin Yan caused the flames at the tip of the Fire Dragon Spear to surge once more, instantly incinerating the Demon Shadow's body.

As the demonic figure fell to the ground, the surrounding demonic energy gradually dissipated as if it had lost its support, leaving only a withered corpse.

Beside the corpse was a bone staff covered in magical runes.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a series of demonic howls suddenly came from afar.

Immediately afterwards, an even denser wave of demonic energy surged forth, and countless dark shadows could be vaguely seen swaying in the darkness.

At the same time, the sky turned gloomy, and amidst the howling wind, the faint roar of demons could be heard.

Lin Yan's face darkened, and he was about to order a precaution when he saw Li Qingyun holding the Demon-Slaying Sword, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Senior Brother Lin! There's some noise ahead!"

"That is?"

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a cave hidden in the mountain wall not far away.

Fresh magic runes remained at the cave entrance, and there were some dried black bloodstains on the ground.

It is clear that there are low-level demonic cultivators active here.

Zhang Lingwei took out the Heavenly Evolution Array Disc, the pointer spinning rapidly, and said in a deep voice.

"Although the demonic energy inside the cave is faint, I can sense a large amount of spiritual energy fluctuations. There must be many treasures hidden here!"

"treasure?"

Upon hearing this, many disciples immediately became excited.

"Then what are we waiting for? We've finally made it into this secret realm, let's charge in, kill the demonic cultivators, and seize the treasures!"

Many family disciples echoed this sentiment, especially the disciples of the Li and Changsun families. Their confidence had been greatly boosted by the slaying of the demon general, and their minds were now filled with thoughts of gaining merit and seizing treasures.

"No!"

Lin Yan raised his hand to stop him.

"The situation in the cave is unclear, and we risk being ambushed if we rush in. That demon general we just encountered was no pushover, and there may be even stronger demon cultivators inside. We need to investigate thoroughly first and proceed cautiously."

"Is Senior Brother Lin afraid?"

Li Qingyun frowned.
"We weren't afraid of killing the demon general just now, so why would we be afraid of a few low-level demon cultivators? If we wait for the demon cultivators to react, the treasures will have already been moved!"

"Senior Brother Li, you are mistaken!"

Zhang Lingwei retorted.
"The array's detection reveals multiple traps inside the cave. If we force our way in, we risk heavy casualties!"

"Casualties? When have we, the sword cultivators of the Li family, ever feared casualties!"

A young swordsman behind Li Qingyun shouted loudly.
"As long as I can seize the treasure and gain merit, it's worth getting injured!"

Both sides stuck to their own versions of events, and the argument grew louder and louder. Lin Yan looked at the scene before him, his brows furrowed.
He didn't expect that disagreements would arise within the team as soon as they entered the secret realm.

The demonic howl in the distance was getting closer and closer, and the demons were about to arrive. If they continued to argue, they would probably be caught in a dilemma.

Just then, a violent explosion suddenly came from inside the cave.

Immediately afterwards, a dark shadow flew out of the cave entrance and crashed heavily to the ground.

When everyone looked up, they realized that he was a low-level demonic cultivator.

He was also carrying a bulging cloth bag on his back, with many fine spirit stones showing through the torn parts of the bag.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to the crystal, the arguing stopped abruptly, and a desire to fight ignited in everyone's eyes.

"It seems we don't need to argue anymore."

Lin Yan took a deep breath and held the Crimson Fire Dragon Spear in his hand.

"Li Qingyun, you lead the sword cultivators in the front and be wary of traps; Zhang Lingwei, you stay with me in the middle and be ready to break the formation at any time."

"Changsun Hu, you lead the body-refining cultivators to cover our retreat and protect Junior Sister Su and Junior Sister Zhao! We... are going into the cave!"

the other side.

At the top of the mountain, Ye Yang sat cross-legged.

After watching the disciples of the Flying Heaven Sect enter the cave in an orderly fashion, he gently brushed his fingertips against a spiritual herb beside him.

The next moment, he turned and stepped into the air,

Following the pure demonic energy that lingered in their senses, they sped deeper into the secret realm.

The deeper one goes, the denser the demonic energy becomes. The ground beneath one's feet gradually turns from scorched black to deep purple, and fine black demonic mist floats in the air.

Suddenly, distorted ripples appeared in the space ahead.

Soon after, a powerful suction force came from the center of the vortex.

Countless demonic energies surged into it like rivers flowing into the sea, forming a black demonic vortex with a diameter of tens of feet.

"This is it."

Ye Yang stopped a hundred feet outside the demonic vortex, observing intently. As the vortex spun, he could vaguely see countless fragmented images appearing within it.

There are scenes of demonic cultivators fighting each other, and the phantom of an ancient altar.
There was also a blurry outline of a temple.

He condensed a wisp of primordial spirit power at his fingertips and gently probed it toward the demonic vortex. The moment the spiritual power touched the edge of the vortex, it was instantly swallowed up without even causing a ripple.

"This space is a bit strange."

Ye Yang frowned slightly, his primordial spirit power quietly circulating throughout his body. His figure transformed into a streak of azure light, diving into the demonic vortex like a swimming fish.

The moment you pass through the vortex, the scene before you suddenly changes.

The ground beneath their feet was no longer muddy, but a wide passage paved with black crystals, with several towering demonic statues standing on either side.

Twisted, demonic patterns; chains hanging from the eaves, with skulls dangling from the ends; a gentle breeze causing the skulls to collide and make a "clattering" sound, eerie and sinister.

The temple gates were tightly shut, with a huge demonic diagram carved on them. In the center was a dark red demonic crystal that was constantly emitting pure demonic energy.

Ye Yang walked slowly to the temple gate and gently touched the magic crystal with his fingertips.

In an instant, the demonic array suddenly lit up, and countless black light blades flew out from the array, slashing towards him.

Ye Yang's eyes turned cold, and with a wave of his hand, countless sword lights appeared in front of him.

Amidst the flying sword light, all the incoming blades of light were blocked.

He flipped his wrist, and in a moment his primordial spirit power transformed into a dazzling sword light, slashing towards the approaching demonic energy.

"clang!"

The two collided, causing ripples to spread across the surface of the magic crystal, but it was not severed.

"There is some skill involved."

Ye Yang snorted coldly, and all the power of his primordial spirit erupted from his body.

He raised his hand and slapped the temple gate.

"Boom!"

The palm strike landed on the door, instantly shattering the magic array, exploding the magic crystals, and the temple doors opened with a bang.

The sight inside the door caused Ye Yang's pupils to suddenly contract.

In the center of the temple, a black chain with a diameter of more than ten feet hung down from the roof. The chain was covered with strange runes, and at the end was a huge demon head.

The demon was ten zhang tall, its entire body covered in dark gold scales, with three curved horns on its head, its eyes tightly closed, yet it exuded a chilling aura.

Even though they were bound by chains, they could still feel the terrifying power contained within them.

"This is... a demonic being at the Void Refinement Realm or higher?"

Ye Yang was filled with shock and disbelief.

He had previously explored most of the Blackwater River Secret Realm when he was clearing it out, but had never found this temple.

Not to mention the Demon Lord who was locked up.

Could it be because my strength had not yet reached the Nascent Soul Realm at that time, and I was unable to detect this hidden space?

He slowly walked up to the demon and carefully examined the runes on the chains.

As the runes flowed, they emitted a faint sealing power, completely different from the demonic patterns commonly found in the Demon Realm, instead carrying a trace of ancient formations.

"This seal was definitely not the work of a demonic cultivator; it seems to have been left behind by an ancient cultivator."

Ye Yang reached out and touched the chains. A cold sensation came from his fingertips. The sealing power flowed into his body through his fingertips and resonated subtly with his primordial spirit power.

Just then, the demon suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, his blood-red pupils staring intently at Ye Yang, his voice sounding as if it came from the deepest hell.

"Human...who are you? How dare you trespass into my temple!"

Ye Yang remained expressionless and spoke calmly.

"I am but a nobody. How long have you been locked up here? And who built this temple?"

"A nobody? A nobody at the Void Refinement Realm? When did such a great cultivator become a nobody?"

The demon burst into maniacal laughter, the sound of which caused stones to fall from the temple roof.

"I have been locked up here for who knows how many years. As for this temple... it was built by those self-proclaimed righteous ancient cultivators to trap me! If they hadn't used despicable means to launch a sneak attack, I wouldn't be in this predicament!"

"No wonder the demonic energy in the secret realm suddenly became dense, and even a demonic general at the Nascent Soul Realm appeared. It's probably because your seal weakened, attracting demonic cultivators from the outside world."

The demon seemed to sense Ye Yang's thoughts, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes: "Human, if you release me, I will bestow upon you supreme demonic arts, granting you the power to destroy the world!"

"Judging from your condition, it seems you've been stuck in the Void Refinement Realm for quite some time now."

"Otherwise, once I break free from this seal, I will slaughter the entire Flying Heaven Sect!"

Ye Yang's eyes turned cold.

"Given your current state, fellow Daoist, you still dare to utter such arrogant words?"

Seeing that Ye Yang was unmoved by the "Supreme Demonic Art", a glint of calculation flashed in the demon's eyes.

His blood-red pupils were fixed on Ye Yang, and his voice softened, carrying a hint of coaxing.

"Human cultivator, although you have already reached the Refinement of Void Realm, if you wish to advance further, it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven, wouldn't it?"

Ye Yang traced the sealing runes on the chains with his fingertips, his expression unchanged, only glancing indifferently at the demon.

"Breakthroughs vary from person to person, so there's no need for you to worry about it."

"Too much trouble?"

The demon chuckled, his demonic energy surging slightly, but it was suppressed by the sealing power on the chains.

“I have been trapped here for ten thousand years and have seen many cultivators like you stuck in the Void Refinement Realm. When ordinary cultivation techniques reach this stage, it is like hitting an invisible barrier. Without special opportunities, one can only stay in the same place for life.”

"But I know a shortcut to quickly break through to the Nascent Soul Realm."

These words caused Ye Yang to pause slightly.

Although he has reached the Void Refining Realm through his cultivation, he has also realized that each breakthrough in this realm is a huge chasm.

Ordinary cultivation methods are indeed difficult to surpass.

But he knew the devil was wicked and would never share the breakthrough method for no reason, so he immediately said coldly.

"You're so kind? You probably want me to help you break the seal, and then you'll devour me instead, right?"

"If you don't believe me, I can tell you half of the breakthrough formula first, and you can verify its authenticity yourself!"

The demon hurriedly said, fearing that Ye Yang would turn around and leave.

"This is the 'Myriad Demons Tempering God Technique,' one of the supreme inheritances of my demon race. It is specifically designed to address the defects in the primordial spirit of cultivators in the Void Refinement Realm. Simply follow the incantation to circulate your spiritual power, and within three months, you will be able to feel the changes in your primordial spirit infant!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the demon lowered his voice and recited a difficult-to-understand incantation.

The incantation had strange syllables, yet it subtly revealed a rhythm that resonated with the primordial spirit.

Ye Yang listened intently and realized that the method of circulating spiritual energy contained in the incantation could indeed make up for the weaknesses of the primordial spirit in the Void Refinement Realm.

This is by no means an ordinary demonic technique; it is indeed a supreme method rarely seen by the demon race.

Ye Yang felt a slight stirring in his heart, but he did not show it. Instead, he frowned.

"It's just a mantra, who knows if you made it up? If I help you break the seal and then you go back on your word, wouldn't I have wasted my time?"

Seeing that Ye Yang was wavering, the demon quickly raised his voice.

"I am the Marquis of the Demon Abyss, and my word is my bond! As long as you break the seal on the chains."

"Once I recover my strength, I will not only impart the complete 'Ten Thousand Demons Tempering God Technique' to you, but also help you achieve your immortal ambitions, so that no one will dare to provoke you!"

Ye Yang slowly straightened up, his gaze sweeping over the demon's chained body, then looking at the sealing marks around the temple, a cold smile curving his lips.

"Unfortunately, I never believe the promises of the demon race." (End of Chapter)