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

Chapter 1196 Old friends are like leaves falling in the wind, withering away one after another.
Ye Yang lightly twirled it between his fingertips.

The "Transformation Pulse Mystic Heaven Demon Scripture" slowly unfolded in my palm.

On the yellowed pages, the dark gold runes flowed with a sense of stagnation.

Although there are traces of repairs made by the ancient Xuan and the previous generations of the Flying Heaven Sect, there is always a limitation of "technique".

This Transformation Meridian Profound Heaven Demon Scripture is undoubtedly the first inheritance of the Flying Heaven Sect.

Since our ancestor obtained it from the wandering Taoist merchant, it has undergone numerous repairs and improvements by the sect's higher-ups, finally reaching the level of a treasure manual.

However, there is still a significant chasm between them and the true Daoist secrets.

Generally speaking, treasure techniques emphasize moves and strong combat power, but they lack the foundation of the laws of heaven and earth.

The Daoist techniques are different; true Daoist techniques require the integration of the Dao into the art.

It allows cultivators to not only break through their cultivation realms through techniques, but also to comprehend the profound principles of the universe behind cultivation.

This is the true foundation of a sect, transforming it from a mid-level sect into a major sect.

"Previously, Master Gu supplemented this technique, raising it to the level of half-step Nascent Soul Dao Realm, but overall, it is still not a complete Dao technique."

Ye Yang's gaze swept over the annotation "Difficult to condense the primordial spirit" on the page, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"This technique is stuck at the peak of the treasure manual. What it lacks is the core of 'realm connection' and 'coexistence of Dao and Demon'. If it cannot be filled, the disciple's cultivation will end at the Refinement Void Realm, and he may even suffer from demonic possession."

To verify his conjecture, he channeled a wisp of his primordial spirit power into the ancient texts.

As the Daoist energy flowed, the runes on the pages of the book flickered violently.

In a short while, Chen Hao had finished his deduction.

During his deduction process.

If one practices this method, one will suddenly stop when touching the blank area related to the "Primordial Spirit Realm".

It felt like encountering an invisible barrier.

"Sure enough."

Thinking of this, Ye Yang understood and immediately summoned two True Person Realm elders who had cultivated this scripture.

The two individuals were surrounded by chaotic demonic energy, and their magical power fluctuated erratically.

Although the other person suppressed the power of the Purple Mansion, his cultivation stagnated for many years due to damage to his meridians.

"Dao Ancestor, my meridians are already able to bear a lot of magical power, but I don't know why, when I break through to the critical moment of the Yuan Shen Dao realm, I always feel like a rootless duckweed, unable to condense into substance."

Ye Yang nodded, raised his hand and laid the book flat on the stone platform in the center of the library. The fragments of the Heavenly Book and the Dragon Blood Bronze behind him floated automatically, their dark gold and dark red lights intertwining and resonating with the runes of the book.

"Today, let this scripture be transformed, from 'Heavenly Demon' to 'Mysterious Origin', and from 'Precious Technique' to 'Dao Technique'."

Ye Yang's fingertips traced the opening passage of the classic text, "Tempering the Meridians with Demonic Power," and with the power of his Dao, the cultivation trajectories of cultivators throughout history appeared on the pages.

Ye Yang channeled his Dao power through his fingertips, slowly tracing the pages of the "Transformation Meridian Profound Heaven Demon Scripture".

As Dao power was injected, the cultivation trajectories of cultivators throughout history appeared on the pages of the book.

Some suffered broken meridians due to the backlash of demonic nature, some were stuck at the martial arts realm for their entire lives, and others, despite forcibly suppressing their demonic nature, became "living dead" who made no progress whatsoever.

These trajectories are like forks in the road, all ultimately leading to a "desperate situation".

Yin Yeyang looked up at the sky outside the library. It was noon, and sunlight streamed through the window onto the pages of the books, creating a wonderful interplay of light and shadow with the dark gold runes.

He closed his eyes and slowly integrated his understanding of the rules of heaven and earth into the classic texts.

When he broke through to the mid-stage of the Refinement Realm, he used dragon energy to solidify his meridians, demonic energy to attract spiritual energy, and the five elements to harmonize, ultimately achieving a balance of "coexistence of Tao and Demon".

This realization is key to completing the classic texts.

He lightly tapped the four characters "tempering the meridians with demons" on the page with his fingertip. Under the impetus of his Dao power, these four characters gradually faded away and were replaced by "the Dao guides the demons".

"The demonic energy transforms into veins, which is like water rushing through a canal. If you only rush without building a foundation, the canal will eventually collapse. You need to use the Dao as a dike to draw water for irrigation and nourish the primordial spirit."

Ye Yang murmured, and the light from the fragments of the Heavenly Book and the Dragon Blood Bronze became even more dazzling. The dark gold and dark red runes seemed to come alive, rearranging and combining on the pages.

Addressing the deficiency of "difficulty in condensing the primordial spirit".

He added a new chapter, "Nourishing the Spirit from the Mysterious Origin," to the classic texts.

"If one wants to break through from the Dharma Aspect Realm to the Primordial Spirit Realm, one must draw the dragon energy of the Dragon Blood Bronze into the Primordial Spirit to solidify the soul; and then obtain the demonic essence of the fragment of the Heavenly Book."

"Use the magic of the universe to understand the profound; finally, draw in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body, and the three form a 'three-element cycle' in the dantian."

As these words appeared, the runes on the pages suddenly lit up, resonating with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth outside the library.

The sunlight outside the window suddenly softened, transforming into countless tiny particles of light that flowed into the books.

The dark gold runes on the pages gradually turned a bluish-gold hue, and the original stagnant aura disappeared, replaced by a "Daoist charm" as profound as heaven and earth.

Ye Yang then incorporated the "Moon Demon Harmonization Method" from the "Mysterious Origin Unity Technique" to address the problem of "demonic erosion."

When the last rune was inscribed into the scriptures.

The Transformation Pulse Mystic Heaven Demon Scripture suddenly burst forth with dazzling blue and black light.

A beam of light shot into the sky, piercing through the roof of the Sutra Repository and forming a huge phantom image of a classic text above the Flying Gate.

Within the illusory image, dragon energy, demonic charm, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth intertwined to form a pattern of "coexistence of Tao and Demon," emanating a Taoist charm that enveloped the entire Flying Heaven Gate.

Many disciples who were stuck at a bottleneck felt this Daoist aura and sat cross-legged, and their cultivation showed signs of loosening.

"It's done!"

Ye Yang opened his eyes, and the book in his palm had been completely renewed.

The yellowed pages became smooth and lustrous, like jade.

He put the books into his storage ring, and a great weight was lifted from his heart.

The Flying Heaven Sect's legacy is now secure; the next step is to venture into the Demon Realm to seek further opportunities.

Ye Yang turned and walked out of the Scripture Pavilion. With light steps, his body was surrounded by azure-gold Dao power, and the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword on his back automatically unsheathed, transforming into azure-gold sword light.

He leaped onto the sword light, about to speed towards the Demon Realm, when he suddenly heard a low and mournful elephant cry.

"Roar!"

The voice was hoarse and weak, filled with deep despair, and entered Ye Yang's ears like a candle flickering in the wind.

Upon hearing that sound, Ye Yang froze, his sword light abruptly halting in mid-air. That sound…

It's that scaly demon elephant!
This demonic elephant was the first mount he tamed in the wilderness.

She had fought alongside him for many years, but later, due to the awakening of her bloodline, she needed to go into slumber, so he placed her deep within the spiritual veins of the back mountain of Feitianmen.

This cry of the elephant is now filled with the sorrow of life coming to an end, and is by no means something that can be uttered in ordinary slumber.

"That sound seems ominous!"

Ye Yang's heart tightened, and he turned his sword and sped towards the spiritual veins behind the mountain.

The sword light ripped through the sky, leaving behind a hurried, azure-gold afterimage. The azure-gold sword light streaked across the back mountain of the Flying Heaven Gate like a meteor, reaching the depths of the spiritual vein in moments.

Ye Yang leaped down from the sword light and immediately spotted the scaled demon elephant lying by the spirit spring.

The elephant's once-covering scales, gleaming with a dark purple sheen, have now lost all their luster, with many scales cracked and fallen off, revealing the withered yellow skin beneath.

The limbs, which were originally as thick as pillars, were now trembling slightly, and even supporting the huge body seemed difficult.

Especially those once majestic giant eyes, now only a murky dim light remains.

Seeing Ye Yang arrive, it barely blinked and let out a soft, almost inaudible sob.

"This……"

Ye Yang quickly stepped forward, squatted down in front of the demonic elephant, and gently stroked its cracked scales.

The icy touch from his fingertips was even more chilling than the water of the spiritual spring. He could clearly feel that the life force within the demonic elephant was rapidly slipping away like sand in an hourglass, and even the most basic blood pulse had become extremely weak.

“Daozu…”

The disciple in charge of guarding the spiritual vein rushed over, his voice choked with emotion.

"The Demon Elephant's aura has been erratic since last night. We tried to infuse it with spiritual energy, but it was like throwing stones into the sea; we couldn't preserve its life force at all..."

Ye Yang didn't speak, but slowly closed his eyes, placed his palm on the demonic elephant's forehead, and slowly injected a pure cyan-gold Dao power.

This is the most refined Dao power he possessed after breaking through to the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm. It contains the dual nourishment of dragon energy and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. If an ordinary cultivator could obtain even a wisp of it, they would be able to break through their bottleneck.

But when it was injected into the demonic elephant's body, it was like flowing into a dry desert, without even causing a ripple.

He could "see" the scene inside the demon elephant's body; its blood, which had once surged like a mighty river, had now become like a silted-up stream, flowing slowly.

The meridians that support life are broken in many places. Even if the power of the Dao is used to forcibly repair them, they will collapse again in an instant.

The most crucial element is the demonic elephant's origin, which is the foundation it transformed from cultivating demonic arts in a "human body." It inherently has a flaw, and now that its lifespan is exhausted, its origin is like a candle flame about to go out, unable to even be ignited by Dao power.

"There's no other way, I've reached the end of my life..."

Ye Yang felt a pang of pain in his heart; everything in the world has its predetermined fate.

Now that the demonic elephant's lifespan has run out, there is no way to save it.

The elephant seemed to sense Ye Yang's anxiety. With its last bit of strength, it slowly raised its nose and gently rubbed against Ye Yang's arm.

The turbidity in its eyes gradually dissipated, revealing a familiar gentleness, as if comforting Ye Yang not to blame himself.

Then, its gaze turned to the depths of the spiritual spring, where the faint crimson light was the primordial power left over from when it awakened its bloodline.

Ye Yang's heart stirred, and he suddenly stood up, his palm surging with power as he tried to draw out the crimson light from the depths of the spiritual spring and inject it into the demonic elephant's body.

But as soon as the crimson light approached the demonic elephant, it was repelled by an invisible force.

Once lifespan is exhausted, the restrictions imposed on life by the laws of heaven and earth cannot be violated, even with external assistance.

He attempted to use his own Dao power as a bridge to forcibly connect the origin of the demonic elephant with the blood-red light of the spiritual spring.

However, the light shield had only been formed for a short time when it began to vibrate violently.

The cyan-gold light dimmed continuously, and finally shattered with a "crack". The backlash of the Dao power caused a trace of blood to spill from the corner of Ye Yang's mouth.

"Dao Ancestor! Please stop forcibly activating your Dao power!"

The disciple quickly stepped forward to help Ye Yang up.

"Lord Demon Elephant... it can't hold on any longer!"

Ye Yang staggered to his feet and looked at the demonic elephant. At this moment, the demonic elephant's giant eyes had slowly closed, its breathing had become weaker and weaker, and only its chest was still rising and falling slightly.

It raised its nose again, gently touched Ye Yang's palm, and then let its hand fall completely, remaining motionless.

"Old friend, may you rest in peace."

Ye Yang said in a low voice, his voice unusually hoarse.

Ye Yang remained silent for a moment, then raised his hand and waved it. His cyan-gold Dao power transformed into a light shield, gently enveloping the demonic elephant's body.

"Bury it in the deepest part of the spiritual vein, let the power of the spiritual vein protect its remains, and that will be a fitting tribute to its lifelong devotion."

"Yes!"

The disciples responded and stepped forward, carefully lifting the demonic elephant's body and heading deeper into the spiritual vein.

Ye Yang stood there, watching the demonic elephant's body gradually disappear into the depths of the spiritual vein, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He originally thought that breaking through to the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm would greatly increase his strength, allowing him to control more things.

But unexpectedly, even the strongest power seems so powerless in the face of the end of life.

Ye Yang stood by the spiritual spring, watching his disciples carry the demonic elephant's body and disappear into the depths of the spiritual vein.

The lingering coolness on my fingertips seemed to have not yet dissipated.

A gentle breeze swept by, swirling up the fallen leaves by the spring and sending them twirling onto the water's surface.

He raised his hand to stroke the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword at his waist; the blade gleamed with a cold, bluish-gold light in the sunlight.

The dragon pattern on the sword seemed to sense his emotions and dimmed slightly.

When he encountered this demonic elephant, he was just a novice cultivator.

Time flies like water.

Now, he has broken through to the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm and become a revered Dao Ancestor among the cultivators of the Tongtian River.

But his former companions had already exhausted their lifespans and turned into a mound of yellow earth deep within the spiritual veins.

"The path to cultivation is indeed so cruel!"

Ye Yang murmured to himself.

He believed that the stronger he was, the more he could control.

In the end, however, time flows on relentlessly, like the Tongtian River, never ceasing.

Many things become so fragile and vulnerable over time.

Looking back on the past.

Some of the cultivators who had practiced alongside him were stuck at their cultivation bottlenecks for the rest of their lives, while others perished during their explorations of secret realms.

Some, like demonic elephants, had their lives severed by the invisible blade of lifespan.

"No matter how high one's cultivation level is, it is nothing more than a drop in the ocean in the face of time and the rules of heaven and earth."

Ye Yang gazed at his reflection in the spiritual spring. In the reflection, the Dao mark between his brows was still dazzling, but his eyes held a hint of vicissitude.

"But precisely because of this... we cannot stop."

(End of this chapter)