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

Seeing that everyone had stopped and were not moving forward, Master Sixing's eyes flashed with a hint of impatience, but he still maintained a gentle smile.

He raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the spiritual light flowing between his sleeves suddenly surged.

Immediately afterwards, a golden bridge of light, about ten feet wide, slowly extended from the depths of the nebula.

The surface of the light bridge was covered with layers of clouds.

The spiritual energy was so dense that it almost materialized, condensing into tiny spiritual dewdrops that left a faint golden rainbow in the air as they rolled down the bridge.

Everyone's gaze followed the light bridge.

At the end of the bridge stood a magnificent glazed palace.

The palace's dome seemed to be composed of the sky and a rainbow.

In an instant! Seven colors of light—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—intertwined and flowed, as if condensing the colors of the entire starry sky into this one moment.

The palace's pillars are carved with intricate cloud patterns and mythical beast designs.

Faint white mist rose from the base of the pillar, and the sound of cranes seemed to drift through the air, creating a scene of ethereal beauty.

"Fellow Daoists, there is no need for doubt."

Master Sixing's voice had a strange penetrating power, as if it could soothe people's hearts.

"Fellow Daoists, this is the bridge to the Immortal Realm. Once you cross this bridge, you can shed your mortal body and truly embark on the path of immortality. From then on, you will be free from the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death in the cultivation world and enjoy eternal life."

If these words were spoken to an ordinary cultivator, they would probably have attracted countless followers.

However, everyone present was a master at the Refinement of Emptiness realm, and they were used to the strange and unpredictable methods of the cultivation world, so they became even more vigilant.

Ye Yang's gaze fell on the bridge of light, and a wisp of cyan-gold Dao power quietly gathered at his fingertips.

He flicked his finger, and the force transformed into a thin stream of light that flew toward the bridge of light.

Just as the power of the Dao was about to touch the bridge surface, the clouds on the surface of the light bridge suddenly surged, enveloping the power of the Dao as if they were living things.

All the onlookers saw was that wisp of cyan-gold Dao power struggle in the clouds for a moment, and then it was slowly absorbed by the light bridge without even causing a ripple, as if it had never existed.

Ye Yang frowned slightly, his doubts growing stronger.

He has cultivated for so long that his Taoist power has long been refined to the extreme.

Even when facing a Dao artifact, it can leave a mark.

However, at this moment, the light bridge could easily absorb his Dao power, and during the absorption process, it did not emit any spiritual energy fluctuations. Instead, it exuded a strange "devouring" feeling.

"The Celestial Immortal of the Stars".

Ye Yang took a step forward.

“We are all cultivators in the cultivation world, of humble origin and without any good foundation.”

"Logically speaking, they are already considered 'outcasts' rejected by the immortal realm. How could they be worthy of ascending to immortality directly?"

A barely perceptible ripple flashed in Master Si Xing's eyes.

The fluctuation was so fast it was almost an illusion, and then it returned to its usual calm.

"Dao Ancestor, you are overthinking it. The fact that you were able to overcome the many restrictions of the Demon Ancestor's Tomb and remain clear-headed in the face of the temptation of inheritance shows that you have a strong character and a pure Dao heart. You are exactly the kind of people the Immortal Realm needs."

"As for the power of both Dao and Demon, it is nothing but a piece of cake in the face of the purifying power of the Immortal Realm. At that time, it will help you completely eliminate the demonic aura and achieve a pure immortal body."

This explanation seemed flawless, but it failed to dispel everyone's doubts.

Just then, Qingyun Sanren, who was standing behind Ye Yang, suddenly exclaimed softly.

He pointed to the jade pendant hanging from the waist of a fairy not far away, his voice tinged with urgency.

“Dao Ancestor, look at that jade pendant…”

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the jade pendant at the fairy's waist was dark purple and had intricate patterns engraved on its surface.

Although the patterns were enveloped in a faint aura.

However, upon closer inspection, one can discover the direction and turns of those patterns.

It bore a striking resemblance to the demonic runes that swirled around the previous phantom of the Demon Ancestor, though it lacked some of the ferocity and possessed more of a disguised spiritual aura.

Master Si Xing's expression changed slightly for a moment. He quietly clenched his hand at his side, then relaxed it, and hurriedly explained.

"Fellow Daoist, please do not misunderstand! This is a 'Demon-Suppressing Pendant' made by the Immortal Realm in imitation of demonic patterns. It is intended to neutralize the residual demonic energy in the tomb and prevent it from disturbing you fellow Daoists. It is not a demonic item."

Ye Yang remained calm, tapping lightly with his fingertips under his sleeves, using his Daoist power to transmit his voice to Qingyun Sanren and Qiming Daoren.

"Be careful, there might be something fishy going on in this 'immortal realm'."

Qingyun Sanren nodded slightly, his whisk turning quietly.

A wisp of azure Dao power spread along the ground, probing the fluctuations of the surrounding starry sky.

The Seven Lives Taoist brought the bronze compass close to his body and gently slid his fingertips across its surface.

Pale golden array patterns flowed along the edge of the compass, secretly deducing the array principles of the light bridge and the palace.

He was an expert in array formations and knew that any "fairyland" or "illusion" could not exist without the support of array patterns.

But at this moment, the compass needle was chaotic, neither pointing to a place with abundant spiritual energy nor warning of danger, but instead conveying a sense of sluggishness caused by "interference".

Seeing that everyone remained unmoved, Master Sixing could no longer hide the impatience in his eyes.

He winked at the strongman beside him.

The leading strongman was burly and wore crimson-gold armor, the patterns on which shimmered with faint lightning. He held a golden whip over ten feet long in his hand.

The next moment, he raised his golden whip and lashed it out at a certain point in the starry sky.

There was a crisp "crack" sound!
Immediately afterwards, a thick bolt of pure Yang lightning shot out from the tip of the whip, like a golden lightning bolt, and struck a meteorite the size of a human head in the distance.

The moment lightning struck the meteorite.

Instead of erupting with a violent roar, the meteorite slowly turned into fine powder, like melting ice and snow, and dissipated into the starry sky.

Even more bizarre is...

The lightning didn't exude any killing intent; instead, it emanated a gentle purifying power.

As it swept past the crowd, it even dispelled some of the demonic energy remaining on their robes.

"Fellow Daoists, please take a look!"

"This is the pure Yang Thunder Power of the Immortal Realm. Only a Dao Ancestor above the Thunder Tribulation Realm could wield it."

"If you can receive the baptism of the pure Yang lightning, it will help you break through the bottleneck of your cultivation realm. Once you ascend to immortality, you too can possess such power."

Qingyun Sanren and Ye Yang exchanged a glance, their expressions showing interest, and Qingyun Sanren took a step forward and asked.

"What are we supposed to do after ascending to immortality? We can't just gain immortal power for no reason, can we?"

A glint flashed in Master Si Xing's eyes, as if he had found a breakthrough.

"No need to do much, just cultivate in the 'Star Palace' of the Immortal Realm for a hundred years. Once your Dao foundation is solid and you have completely shed your mortal body, you can freely travel in the Immortal Realm and enjoy endless lifespan and immortal power."

"century……"

Qingyun Sanren pretended to ponder, but in reality he was stalling for time, giving Qiming Daoren a chance to deduce the array patterns.

Just then, the bronze compass of the Seven Lives Taoist suddenly emitted a rapid buzzing sound.

The pale gold patterns on the edge of the dial flashed violently, and the previously chaotic pointers suddenly stopped.

Instead of pointing at the Glazed Palace, it stared intently at the sleeve of the Star Master, and a faint red light even appeared at the tip of the pointer.

Seven Lives Daoist's heart stirred, and he raised the bronze compass in his hand, pointing the red-glowing pointer at the Star Master.

"Is what you're hiding in your sleeve demonic energy from the Demon Realm?" "This compass is a family heirloom of my Zhutian Sect. It's extremely sensitive to demonic energy, so it can't be wrong!"

These words resounded like a thunderclap in everyone's ears.

Ye Yang instantly grasped the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword in his hand, and the azure-gold sword light overflowed from the scabbard, illuminating the surrounding starry sky.

The Evil King Blade hovered beside him, its blade shimmering with purple-gold light and radiating a powerful aura.

At this moment, the red light from the bronze compass in the Seven Lives Taoist's hand became increasingly dazzling.

The pointer seemed to be drawn to a magnet, firmly locking onto Master Si Xing's sleeve, even causing the game board to tremble slightly.

Clearly, the concentration of demonic energy hidden in that sleeve was high.

It has long been beyond the scope of ordinary people.

It's more like an outward manifestation of some kind of magical artifact or the original power of a demonic cultivator.

The gentle smile on Master Si Xing's face froze instantly, peeling away like shattered porcelain, replaced by a hideous twist.

"You're courting death! Why don't you enjoy the beautiful immortal realm instead of going against us!"

The ethereal and otherworldly demeanor he had deliberately maintained vanished, and his aura changed drastically.

The flowing spiritual light seemed to be soaked in ink, quickly fading into a dark purple, and even the edges of the robes began to shroud in black mist.

Tiny, magical runes were faintly visible writhing within the black mist, emitting a nauseating, fishy stench.

"Since you've seen through me, there's no need to keep pretending!"

Master Si Xing's voice was no longer gentle; instead, it was a hoarse roar, as if countless insects were crawling in his throat.

"A bunch of reckless, fallen cultivators!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly lifted his sleeves.

What was hidden in his sleeve was not some magical artifact, but a demonic core gleaming with a black light.

The surface of the demon core was covered with demonic runes that shared the same origin as the previous phantom of the Demon Ancestor, and each rune was emitting dense demonic energy.

You can even see tiny, monstrous shadows struggling within them.

He raised his hand and tossed the magic core into the air. The magic core instantly expanded tenfold, transforming into a huge black magic ball that hurtled towards Ye Yang and the others.

At the same time, the fairies and warriors around them also underwent terrifying changes.

Those fairies dressed in fairy gowns.

Several thick, black tentacles suddenly emerged from under her skirt, their surfaces covered in barbs.

Her once beautiful face began to fester, and dark demonic energy surged from her eye sockets, replacing her previous liveliness. She made strange "hoarse" noises.

The jade flute and the bottle of immortal dew in his hands shattered, turning into a sky full of poison.

The transformations of those strongmen were even more terrifying.

The crimson-gold armor crumbled inch by inch, revealing the bluish-purple skin beneath, with bulging veins beneath the skin, as if something alive was wriggling inside.

Their heads were twisted and deformed, with two sharp demonic horns growing out, and their mouths split to their ears, revealing gleaming white fangs.

Even the golden whip in his hand transformed into a poisonous insect, its links covered with sharp spikes, and a black mist that corroded spiritual energy spread out with each swing.

"So this is your true colors after all!"

The sword-like body of Qingyun Sanren glowed with a faint golden light as he slashed at a demonized fairy who was charging towards him.

"They pretended to be all ethereal and otherworldly before, but now it seems they're nothing but lurking demons!"

The demonic fairy let out a strange laugh, and her tentacles suddenly shot forward, trying to entangle his sword.

However, the power of righteous yang is the nemesis of demonic energy. As soon as the tentacles touched the sword, they made a sizzling sound and emitted black smoke, like oil being roasted by a raging fire.

The fairy cried out in pain and retreated, but he seized the opportunity and cleaved her head in two with a sword. Black demonic blood spurted out and transformed into tiny demonic insects in the starry sky, scattering in all directions.

On the other side, Master Si Xing was controlling a giant magic ball.

Countless black magic arrows shot out from the magic sphere, densely packed like a torrential rain, covering all their escape routes.

See this.

Ye Yang's eyes sharpened, and the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword in his hand was suddenly drawn.

The cyan-gold sword light, like the rising sun piercing through the darkness, instantly cleaved through several streams of overwhelming demonic energy that were coming towards them.

Before the sword light dissipated, he twisted his wrist, and the dragon patterns on the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword suddenly lit up.

Countless powerful sword energies flew out from the sword tip, slashing towards the magic ball in a "品" shape.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the surrounding demonic energy melted away like ice and snow, and even the air itself was cleaved with tiny cracks.

"Evil King Blade, aid me!"

Ye Yang gave a low shout, and the Evil King Blade, which was hovering beside him, responded instantly.

The blade's purple-gold light surged, like a giant beast awakening, emanating a powerful demonic suction force.

The fragments of the demonic arrows that were cleaved by the sword energy were absorbed by the Evil King Blade before they even hit the ground.

It transformed into pure demonic energy and merged into the blade, making the sound of the blade's ringing even louder, as awe-inspiring as a dragon's roar.

Upon seeing this, Master Sixing's eyes flashed with greed.

"What a powerful demonic blade that can devour demonic energy!"

The next moment, he manipulated the magic ball to change direction, attempting to bypass Ye Yang's sword energy and directly seize the Evil King Blade.

But right now.

A streak of azure light suddenly attacked from the side, like a nimble serpent, and coiled around the surface of the magic ball.

Qingyun Sanren waved his whisk.

Countless streaks of azure light flew out from the whisk threads, weaving into a huge net of light that firmly trapped the magic sphere.

The surface of the light net was filled with positive yang spiritual energy, and each stream of light was burning away the demonic energy of the magic ball, causing the demonic patterns on the surface of the magic ball to begin to dim.

The Seven Lives Taoist seized the opportunity and quickly activated the array incantation.

The bronze compass hovered above everyone's heads, and all the runes on its surface lit up.

Countless pale golden array patterns spread like a tide, laying down countless vast true seals in the starry sky.

"The array patterns of the Zhutian Sect? They do have some merit!"

Upon seeing this, Master Si Xing roared in anger, and his demonic energy surged once again.

The vast demonic sphere in front of him, carrying a world-destroying force, crashed into Qingyun Sanren's net of light.

The light net instantly caved in, and the blue light began to flicker violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Qingyun Sanren's face turned pale, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

This demonic orb combines the demonic energy and residual power of Master Sixing, making it far more powerful than the previous phantom of the Demon Ancestor.

Even his Flowing Cloud Dao Technique could not withstand it for long.

"Master Ye, quickly break the array's core! The essence of this demonic orb is located where Master Si Xing merged into it!"

The Seven Lives Daoist shouted loudly, while simultaneously increasing the output of the array patterns.

Countless golden starlight poured into the light net like a waterfall, barely maintaining the defense. (End of Chapter)