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

Chapter 1199 Blood Demon Bows Down: Where Does the Legacy Come From?

"Ten Thousand Demons Devour the Sun!"

Blood Demon Child roared and leaped into the air, his demonic energy surging like boiling magma. The Moon-Shattering Demon Blade in his hand hummed and trembled, and thousands of blade shadows solidified instantly.

At this moment, those demonic blades were no longer mere illusions.

Each blade shadow was accompanied by a thick stench of blood, and the demonic patterns on the blades lit up, actually transforming into crimson crescent moons that slashed toward Ye Yang's vital points.

Even more terrifying, countless tiny demonic shadows emerged from between the crimson crescent moons, shrieking as they pounced on Ye Yang.

That was the "Devouring Blood Spirit" he refined with his own essence and blood. It was specifically designed to devour the Dao power of cultivators. Even a cultivator in the early stage of the Void Refinement realm would suffer damage to their Dao foundation if they came into contact with it.

The world was instantly shrouded in blood, and the cultivators retreated dozens of feet, barely daring to breathe.

This kind of power is already the peak of Blood Demon Child's lifelong cultivation. Ordinary mid-stage Void Refinement cultivators would probably have to temporarily avoid its edge.

"go to hell!"

Blood Demon's expression was ferocious.

However, despite these attacks, Ye Yang remained standing on the cyan-gold sword light, his expression unchanged.

As the blood-red blade shadow approached, he pointed with his left hand, and the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword, which was hovering in front of him, suddenly let out a dragon's roar. The sword body shone with a bright blue light, and a phantom azure dragon leaped out of the sword.

The dragon scales shimmered with boundless, sky-splitting sword light, and then it opened its massive maw and bit down at the crimson crescent moon at the forefront.

At the same time, he flipped his right hand, and the Evil King Blade on his back automatically fell into his palm.

The blade was entirely black, with ferocious evil patterns carved on its back. However, under the infusion of Ye Yang's Dao power, it gleamed with a dark red luster, creating a strange resonance with the Azure Dragon Sword.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The Azure Dragon's massive maw shattered three crescent moons of blood in succession. Under Ye Yang's control, the sword moved like a dragon among the shadows of blades, each collision emitting dazzling sparks.

He held the Evil King Blade in his hand and seemingly slowly slashed it horizontally.

Without any earth-shattering sound, a black and red blade of energy appeared out of thin air. Wherever the blade of energy passed, the Devouring Demon Spirits that rushed forward were instantly shredded into ashes, without even having time to scream.

Blood Demon's eyes twitched as he watched, never expecting that his trump card would be so easily neutralized by Ye Yang.

He gritted his teeth and raised the demonic blade high above his head, pouring all his demonic energy into the blade. The Moon-Severing Demonic Blade instantly grew to several meters long, its demonic patterns flashing wildly, as if it wanted to devour its prey.

"Ye Yang! Don't be so arrogant! Take my final move, Demon Prison Slash!"

The giant demonic blade cleaved down with earth-shattering force, tearing black cracks in the space along its path and causing the ground to collapse into a deep trench.

The rubble and dust were swept into the blade's energy, forming a terrifying sandstorm.

A sharp glint finally flashed in Ye Yang's eyes.

He held the Azure Dragon Sword in his left hand and the Evil King Blade in his right, the two weapons crossed in front of his chest.

The cyan-gold Dao power and the black-red sword energy erupted simultaneously, actually condensing into a phantom image of "Azure Dragon Devouring Evil" in front of him.

The Azure Dragon's body swelled, carrying the sword energy of the Evil King's Blade in its mouth, and charged towards the giant demonic blade.

"boom!"

The moment the two forces collided, the entire world seemed to freeze.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar resounded throughout the surrounding area, and the shockwave caused the surrounding cultivators to experience a surge of qi and blood, with many immediately sitting cross-legged to circulate their internal energy to resist it.

When the dust settled, the scene on the field made everyone's eyes widen. Ye Yang was still standing on the sword light, both weapons were intact, and the power around him was still condensed.

Blood Demon Prince was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood. The Moon-Severing Demon Blade in his hand broke in two.

The broken section still retained traces of cyan-gold sword energy, clearly indicating that it was directly severed by the Azure Dragon Sword!

"This...this is impossible!"

Blood Demon Child struggled to his feet, staring at the broken demonic blade with disbelief and terror in his eyes.

His Moon-Severing Demon Blade is a low-grade Dao artifact. He risked his life to snatch it from an ancient demon corpse in the Demon Realm. Even a mid-grade Dao artifact might not be able to cut it!

But the Azure Dragon Sword in Ye Yang's hand not only shattered his sword techniques, but also directly severed his Dao artifact.

That sword is at least a high-grade Dao artifact!
"What grade is the sword in your hand?"

Blood Demon's voice trembled; his previous arrogance had vanished, replaced by deep fear.

Ye Yang did not answer, but simply carried his two weapons and walked step by step toward Blood Demon Child.

Azure-gold Dao power flowed around him, and with each step he took, the ground trembled slightly, as if he were stepping on the heart of the Blood Demon Child.

"Master Ye!"

Blood Demon Prince finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"It was my ignorance that led me to offend you with such arrogant words! Please spare my life! I am willing to offer up the inheritance of my Demon Realm and submit to you, as long as you spare me..."

As he spoke, he took out a black jade box from his pocket, held it high with both hands, and it was his treasured heirloom from the Demon Realm.

To survive, he was even willing to reveal his last trump card.

Faced with an absolute disparity in strength, the so-called "Demon Power" is nothing but a joke.

Ye Yang stopped and looked coldly at the Blood Demon Child kneeling on the ground, his voice devoid of any warmth.

"You just said that you wanted me to perish here along with Blood Flame?"

Blood Demon Prince's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his head pounded repeatedly.

"I was talking nonsense! I was confused! Please, have mercy on me this time..."

The surrounding cultivators watched this scene with mixed feelings of emotion.

The Blood Demon Child, who was arrogant just moments ago, is now begging for mercy like a dog. This is the power of Dao Ancestor Ye!
Xue Yan stood aside, watching Ye Yang's back, his eyes filled with admiration and pride.

This is the Dao Ancestor of the Flying Heaven Sect! Ye Yang watched as the Blood Demon Child kept kowtowing, a cold smile curving his lips.

He raised his hand, and the Azure Dragon Sword emitted a soft hum, its azure-gold sword energy instantly locking onto the Blood Demon Child.

"Those who offend the Flying Heaven Gate, those who offend this ancestor, have never been allowed to live."

Upon hearing this, Blood Demon Prince's face turned utterly despairing, and he tried to get up and resist.

He discovered that his Dao power had already been imprisoned by Ye Yang's sword energy, and he couldn't even move a finger...

When Blood Demon saw Ye Yang's sword energy lock onto him, the hairs on his body stood on end.

"Master Ye! Please give me another chance!"

His forehead struck the ground, blood trickling down his brow. His previous demonic power had vanished, leaving only a pathetic, feeble existence.

The surrounding cultivators watched this scene with sighs of dismay.

The once mighty Blood Demon Child, who dominated the Demon Realm, has fallen to such a state.

Ye Yang looked down at the demon at his feet, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

He gently lifted his foot, breaking free from the Blood Demon's pull, his voice as cold as ice.

"When you slaughtered cultivators, did you ever give them a chance to live? When you insulted my Flying Heaven Sect, did you ever think of today?" Blood Demon Child's forehead was pressed against the ground, blood mixed with dust obscuring his vision, but his right hand, hanging by his side, quietly reached for his waist.

His last trump card was hidden there: the "Blood Soul Nail," refined from his own blood essence over three hundred years.

This nail is as thin as a cow's hair and is not easily noticed when hidden in a sleeve. Once it pierces a cultivator's body, it can instantly detonate their essence and blood, causing even a cultivator at the Void Refinement stage to suffer a great loss.

He slightly raised his head from the ground, and a wicked thought suddenly arose in his mind.

"This person probably won't let me go. Even if I can't beat him, it would be good to take him down with me!"

"Master Ye...I..."

He deliberately dragged out his words, his voice trembling with sobs, as if he were still pleading, but a faint, dark red glow had already appeared on the tip of his right finger.

Just when everyone thought he was going to continue begging for mercy, Blood Demon suddenly attacked!

"Go to hell!"

He moved like an arrow released from a bow, his knees, which had hit the ground, instantly springing up.

With a flick of his right hand, three Blood Soul Nails, enveloped in thick black demonic energy, shot straight at Ye Yang's heart like three dark rainbows.

This was the fastest attack he could deliver, with a range of only three feet, yet it was extremely powerful.

"careful!"

The cultivators on the field exclaimed in surprise, and the white-haired old cultivator from the Flowing Cloud Sect even stood up abruptly, but the distance was too far, and there was no time to rush to the rescue.

Xue Yan's pupils shrank suddenly. He gripped his longsword and tried to rush forward, but was gently pushed away by the Dao power emanating from Ye Yang's body.

Just as the Blood Soul Nail was about to touch Ye Yang's Daoist robe, a sudden change occurred!

A faint cyan-gold halo suddenly emanated from Ye Yang's body, with countless tiny star-like points flowing within the halo, instantly coalescing into a suit of close-fitting armor.

The armor's surface had no fixed patterns; instead, as the demonic energy approached, it automatically formed layers of dragon scales.

Each dragon scale shimmered with starlight; it was the "Starry Sky Myriad Transformations Armor" that he had obtained from the ancient starry sky secret realm in his early years!
However, this armor was flawed, so Ye Yang hadn't used it much.

Now that he has broken through to the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm, his primordial spirit power has greatly increased, and he is finally able to unleash the full power of this armor!
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The three Blood Soul Nails struck the Starry Sky Armor one after another, producing a crisp metallic clang.

Strangely, the demonic energy on the Blood Soul Nail was immediately swallowed up by the starlight on the dragon scales as soon as it touched the armor, and the nail instantly lost its luster.

With a "crack," it shattered into powder, leaving not a trace on the armor.

Even more astonishingly, after the Starry Sky Armor blocked the sneak attack, it automatically extended a cyan-gold light spike, which pierced back in the direction from which the Blood Soul Nail came, heading straight for the Blood Demon Child's face!

Blood Demon's pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole body turned ice-cold.

He never expected that Ye Yang would possess such extraordinary armor!
He hurriedly tried to retreat, but Ye Yang had already seen through his trick. His power suddenly tightened, forming an invisible cage that trapped him firmly in place.

"You...you actually possess such a treasure! Why have I never heard of it before?"

Blood Demon's voice trembled, his face drained of color, and the ferocity he had displayed during the sneak attack was now replaced by despair.

"Do you think that I, the Dao Ancestor, who have dominated the cultivation world for so many years, would be completely unprepared for a demon?"

The azure-gold aura of the Starry Sky Myriad Transformations Armor slowly receded, transforming back into starlight and merging into Ye Yang's Daoist robe, as if it had never existed.

"I never imagined that Daozu Ye would possess such a defensive treasure!"

"No wonder Daozu Ye was so calm; he had a protective treasure all along!"

Before Blood Demon could say anything more, Ye Yang had already raised his hand and swung the Evil King Blade.

The jet-black blade flashed a dark red arc, making no extra sound, yet carrying a strange suction force.

Just as Blood Demon Child was about to open his mouth, the demonic energy around him was forcibly drawn away by the blade, and his physical body began to twist.

"No!"

Blood Demon Child let out a shrill scream, but his body seemed to be bound by an invisible force, and he could only watch helplessly as his flesh and bones were devoured bit by bit by the Evil King Blade.

The evil patterns on the back of the blade lit up, as if they had come to life, greedily sucking up demonic blood and souls.

The originally jet-black blade now glowed with a faint blood-red aura.

Even the surrounding air was filled with a faint demonic aura, but it was firmly suppressed by Ye Yang's Dao power, and dared not leak out even a little bit.

In just a few breaths, the Blood Demon Child, who had been kneeling and begging for mercy, was gone.

It turned into wisps of black smoke and was absorbed by the Evil King Blade, leaving only a pool of dark red blood on the ground, which was quickly evaporated by the blade's energy, leaving no trace.

Only the broken fragments of the Moon-Shattering Demon Blade, still faintly glowing with demonic light on the ground, proved that he had been there.

Ye Yang raised his hand and recalled the Evil King Blade. The blood-red aura on the blade gradually faded, returning it to its original black color. However, the evil patterns on the back of the blade seemed to be clearer than before.

He didn't even glance at the fragments on the ground; his gaze fell on the black jade box and storage bag that Blood Demon Child had just dropped.

With a flick of his finger, the storage bag flew into his hand. After probing it with his divine sense for a moment, Ye Yang figured out what was inside.

Besides a few demon cores and two bottles of demon cultivation pills, there were also many magical artifacts and spirit stones looted from cultivators, and even half a fragmented map of the Demon Realm.

He turned and walked towards Xueyan, handing him the storage bag.

"Take this."

Xue Yan was taken aback and quickly waved his hand: "Dao Ancestor, this is what you obtained by slaying the demon, how can this junior accept it?"

"You are eager to protect your sect and dare to confront the Void Refinement Demon. Your courage is worthy of it."

Ye Yang's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

"Although the demonic cores and pills inside are for use by demonic cultivators, they can be purified by the sect's alchemy hall and transformed into cultivation resources."

"You can choose the magical artifacts that suit your needs, and the rest can be handed over to the sect's treasury."

He paused, his gaze falling on the longsword in Xue Yan's hand.

The sword was already covered in cracks from the previous collision, clearly unable to withstand the power of the demonic blade.

"Your sword is useless now. There is a 'Blood Demon Sword' in your storage bag. Although it is only a mid-grade magic weapon, it is more suitable than your current sword. Take it and use it for now. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will find you a better one."

Xue Yan looked at the storage bag handed to him, his eyes slightly warming.

He knew that the contents of the storage bag were extremely valuable, but the Dao Ancestor not only didn't keep them, but gave them all to him. This appreciation and cultivation filled him with gratitude.

"Thank you, Dao Ancestor! This junior will certainly live up to your expectations, diligently cultivate without ceasing, and serve the sect!"

The surrounding cultivators, witnessing this scene, felt even greater admiration.

Ye Yang ignored the gazes of the crowd and looked up at the tomb that seemed to possess ancient heritage.

The tomb was not an ordinary earthen mound, but was built against the mountain, constructed of huge, dark stones, each about ten feet high.

The entrance to the tomb is an arched stone gate, about three zhang high and more than two zhang wide. In the center of the stone gate is a relief of a strange beast that looks like a Qilin but has wings, which seems to be a tomb guardian beast.

The stone surface was rough yet unusually neat, clearly cut by an ancient cultivator with great magical power.

(End of this chapter)