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

However, having heard of this legendary emperor's reputation since childhood, his behavior today was not entirely unexpected.

Just then, the Nine Heavens Ancestor spoke.

"Alright, let's go down too."

The Nine Heavens Ancestor glanced at the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal, who was still healing, and said to Ye Yang and the others.

"Fellow Daoist Qinglian needs time to heal. You should go down and meet up with Gu Xuan to handle the post-battle matters. I will stay here to protect Fellow Daoist Qinglian. Once his condition stabilizes, I will go down and join you."

"Yes, Dao Ancestor."

Ye Yang and the others responded in unison, and then, without lingering, they activated their Dao power and slowly descended towards the ground.

At this moment, on the plains of the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, the surviving cultivators were busy at work.

Some were treating their wounded comrades, some were clearing the battlefield, and some were searching for the remains of fallen cultivators.

An atmosphere of sadness and solemnity permeated the air.

Although the sunlight had dispelled the gloom, the lingering smell of blood and demonic energy in the air still weighed heavily on people's minds.

The moment Ye Yang and his companions landed on the ground, they immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Upon seeing Ye Yang, the surviving disciples of the Flying Heaven Sect's eyes instantly blazed with fervor, and they all surrounded him, bowing respectfully.

"Greetings, Daozu Ye!"

Gu Xuan, along with the Vitality Sword Immortal, the Annihilation Sword Immortal, and others, quickly walked over, their faces filled with relief and gratitude.

"Daoist Ye, fellow Daoists, thank you for your hard work!"

Ye Yang waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the devastated scene around him, as well as the injured cultivators and mortals, his heart filled with emotion.

He paused, looked at the sorrow on Gu Xuan's face, and asked.

What was the situation regarding casualties after the war?

Mentioning casualties, Gu Xuan's face instantly darkened, and he said gravely.

"The casualties were heavy. Of the 1,320 cultivators from our Flying Heaven Sect who participated in this battle, 287 were killed in action..."

Upon hearing this, Ye Yang and the others all showed expressions of sorrow.

Xuan Shui Dao Ren sighed and said.

"War is merciless. It is already a stroke of luck that we were able to defend the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons and maintain the peace of the Star Sea Realm."

Shi Jian said in a deep, muffled voice, "Those demons are truly despicable! If I encounter them again, I will kill them all to avenge the fallen cultivators!"

Ye Yang nodded, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "We will avenge this blood debt sooner or later."

"The most urgent tasks are to treat the wounded, bury our fallen comrades, and rebuild our defenses. In addition, we must strengthen our vigilance in the direction of the Star Sea Demon Realm to prevent the remnants of the demon army from making a comeback."

Gu Xuan nodded and said.

"What Daozu Ye said is absolutely right. I have already issued orders to do everything in our power to treat the wounded, distribute compensation, and settle the families of the fallen cultivators. The defenses have also been redeployed and strengthened."

The Vitality Sword Immortal stepped forward and said.

"I am skilled in healing arts; let me assist in treating the wounded."

After he finished speaking, a wisp of green light appeared in his hand, radiating a rich vitality. "These wounded soldiers are seriously injured. Every moment of delay increases their danger."

"Thank you, Senior Vitality Sword Immortal."

Gu Xuan said gratefully.

Ye Yang watched as the Vitality Sword Immortal went to treat the wounded, and then glanced at the cultivators who were cleaning up the battlefield, his mind filled with many thoughts.

This great battle allowed him to witness the terrifying power of the Thunder Tribulation Realm and even higher, and it also made him understand the long and arduous path of cultivation.

He looked down at the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword in his hand, feeling the pure sword intent within the blade. He recalled the scene of the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal unleashing a sword strike in the starry sky, and couldn't help but sigh.

"The Mahayana realm..."

Ye Yang muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with a burning light.

"One day, I will reach that level too."

Xuan Shui Daoist walked to Ye Yang's side, looked at the determination in his eyes, and smiled slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, the path of cultivation is long and arduous. Today's experience is a valuable lesson for both of us. As long as we persevere, one day we will be able to catch up with those predecessors."

Ye Yang looked up at Xuan Shui Dao Ren, nodded, and a smile appeared on his face.

“Master Xuan Shui is right. The road ahead may be difficult, but if we hold firm to our beliefs and forge ahead bravely, the road will become wide.”

In the distance, the sunlight shone even brighter.

The surviving monks were busy on the ruins, their faces etched with sorrow, but their eyes gleamed with unwavering determination.

High in the sky, the vortex of spiritual energy around the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal gradually shrank.

His pale complexion has regained some color, and the damage to his vital essence is being rapidly repaired.

The Nine Heavens Ancestor remained quietly guarding the side, his gaze fixed on the Wanmo Cave Plain below, as if deep in thought.

High above, the shattered sky has long since healed.

Only the faint trace of spatial turbulence remaining in the air testifies to the earth-shattering battle that had just taken place.

The Azure Lotus Sword Immortal floated cross-legged, his eyes closed, his blood-stained Taoist robe fluttering slightly in the wind.

Although the remaining Dao power around him had stabilized, the primal injuries caused by forcibly activating the secret technique had not yet healed, and his face was so pale that it was almost transparent.

The Nine Heavens Ancestor stood quietly to the side, holding a golden short staff, his gaze falling on the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal, a trace of worry flashing deep in his eyes.

It was then replaced by a complex and incomprehensible light.

The two have known each other for countless years. Since they both entered the Tribulation Realm, they have been recognized as two pillars of the cultivation world.

One person is in charge of the ancestral sect of all sects in Yalong Ridge, the 'Nine Heavens Sect', while the other is the embodiment of faith in the Taoist holy land, Taixu Taoism.

However, ever since they met, the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal has always been one step ahead of him.

That innate talent for swordsmanship, that profound understanding of the Great Dao, once inspired both admiration and envy in the Nine Heavens Ancestor.

In this battle at the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, the opponent even brought out a restraint that surpassed that of the Thunder Tribulation Dao Ancestor.

He touched the legendary threshold of Mahayana Buddhism on the brink of life and death.

That sword strike possessed the power to cleave the heavens and earth and instantly kill the Demon Ancestor.

It struck him like a thunderclap, deeply wounding his long-dormant competitive spirit and resentment.

“He has already reached the threshold of Mahayana Buddhism, and is only one step away from transcending the mortal realm… If we take advantage of his damaged essence and inability to resist today…”

A dark thought, like a leech, quietly took root in his soul and instantly occupied his thoughts.

The Nine Heavens Ancestor's fingers unconsciously caressed the uneven runes on the short staff, the power of his fingertips stirring slightly uncontrollably, just like his wavering mind at this moment.

"Absorbing his divine soul essence and sword dao insights, perhaps I can not only break through this bottleneck that has been stuck for thousands of years, but even surpass him in one fell swoop. The Great Dao is ruthless, only the self matters. This is not ruthless and vicious, but for my own sake..."

The moment this thought appeared, it spread like wildfire, growing ever stronger.

This made his breathing become rapid and heavy.

He slowly raised his short staff, and the golden Dao power swirling around its tip quickly condensed, transforming into a sharp, needle-like point of cold light. The surrounding space was slightly distorted by the pressure of this power.

If he had extended his strike just half an inch further, this attack, imbued with his life's cultivation, would have struck directly at the vital point between the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal's brows. But at this critical moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind.

"How could I be so foolish? Even if I break through by consuming him, it won't be my own cultivation level."

The Nine Heavens Ancestor was shocked, and a strong sense of shame welled up in his heart.

He quickly withdrew his power. The condensed killing intent receded like a tide.

In that instant, the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal suddenly opened his eyes!
Those eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp, cold light, like the edge of a sword, their gaze like two bolts of blue lightning, locking directly onto the Nine Heavens Ancestor.

Although he was doing his best to heal his injuries, his mind remained constantly on guard.

To reach this level, no one has escaped from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Moreover, the killing intent that the Nine Heavens Ancestor had momentarily lost control of, even though it was only a fleeting moment, escaped his perception.

"Fellow Daoist Jiutian, you just now..."

The Nine Heavens Ancestor felt a chill and immediately suppressed all distracting thoughts.

"You worry too much, fellow Daoist."

"I only secretly gathered my Dao power to be on guard because I saw that your injuries had not yet healed and I was worried that some escaped demons or spatial turbulence might be spying on you. I had no other intentions."

He paused and added.

"Rest assured and heal your wounds. With me here to protect you, I will ensure that no accidents occur."

The Azure Lotus Sword Immortal stared into his eyes, her gaze seemingly trying to pierce through his appearance and see through his true thoughts.

After a moment, he slowly nodded and closed his eyes again, but the cyan defensive light barrier around him did not dissipate; it just became a little softer.

He knew in his heart that although the words of the Nine Heavens Ancestor were reasonable and watertight, the fleeting killing intent he had just felt was no illusion.

Even after thousands of years, old friends could not escape the temptation of the struggle for the Great Dao.

They still couldn't overcome the hurdles of "pursuing the Great Dao" and "strength".

He sighed softly, a sigh filled with endless regret.

At the same time, in the direction of the Flying Gate, a spirit ship hundreds of feet long pierced the sky.

The ship's hull was covered with intricate spiritual patterns, shimmering with a faint spiritual light, like a giant azure dragon, which landed steadily on the sect's plaza.

As soon as the spirit ship landed, a rich fragrance of medicinal pills mingled with a faint smell of blood, filling the air.

On the deck of the spirit ship, Ye Yang, dressed in a blue robe with traces of blood and demonic energy from the battle still lingering on the hem, was focused on wielding the pills and Dao power in his hands.

His spiritual energy surged, transforming into a vast expanse of azure light that enveloped the hundreds of injured cultivators on the ship like spring rain.

Most of these cultivators were weak and listless, some with severed limbs and wounds from which blackish-red blood was still seeping. The flesh and blood stained with demonic energy had taken on a strange bluish-black hue.

Some of the Taoist robes were torn to shreds, revealing deep, bone-revealing wounds underneath, their breaths as faint as candles flickering in the wind.

A glint of light flashed in Ye Yang's hand, and one after another, lustrous healing pills flew out from his storage ring.

There is the "Hemostatic Pill" that can quickly stop bleeding, the "Pulse-Repairing Pill" that can repair meridians, and the priceless "Demon-Clearing Pill" that can dispel demonic energy.

These pills fell into the mouths of each seriously injured cultivator with the precision of shooting stars, without the slightest deviation.

"Circulate your cultivation technique, guide the medicinal power and Dao power, and refine the remaining demonic energy within your body!"

Ye Yang's voice was steady and powerful, carrying a calming and soothing quality.

Yan Qingying and Gu Xuan were also there to help.

A stream of clear, cool spiritual light enveloped the wounded, gently dispelling the remaining demonic energy within them and nourishing their parched meridians.

"These disciples are the future of the sect and the hope of the Star Sea Realm. Saving one more person means one more chance for the Flying Heaven Sect."

The Heavenly Spirit Ship pierced through the clouds and sped towards the Flying Heaven Gate's headquarters.

The ship's deck was radiant with light and full of life.

The three of them worked together, and with the aid of elixirs,

In an instant, the green spiritual light on the Tongtian Spirit Ship became even more intense, like a surging spring tide, transforming into countless tiny spiritual threads that penetrated into the bodies of these wounded soldiers.

It precisely repairs the damaged internal organs and meridians.

Those cultivators who were originally weak and unconscious also began to tremble with their eyelashes and gradually regain their rosy complexion under the nourishment of this pure life force.

"My meridians...are open!"

A young disciple who had lost his right arm suddenly cried out in surprise, as he could clearly feel the magical power flowing smoothly through his body.

Even the wound at the severed arm no longer hurts; instead, a warm current flows through it.

"Thank you, Dao Ancestor Ye! Thank you, the three Dao Ancestors!"

The exclamation was like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating ripples.

The previously silent deck erupted in an instant with an uncontrollable cheer.

"The demonic energy within me has dissipated! I feel full of power!"

"I can use my legs again! The elder said my Dao foundation was damaged and I might never be able to advance again, but now I'm completely healed!"

"The methods of the Dao Ancestors are too miraculous! This is simply bringing the dead back to life!"

The surviving disciples opened their eyes, their gazes filled with excitement and gratitude.

Some of them struggled to get up and pay their respects, but Gu Xuan held them down with a gentle force of Dao.

"No need for formalities, just focus on regulating your breathing and healing your injuries."

Upon hearing this, the disciples all sat cross-legged and began to circulate their cultivation techniques to refine the remaining medicinal power within their bodies.

On the deck, the sadness and heaviness that had initially permeated the air were gradually replaced by joy and hope.

Several hours later, the vast majority of the wounded had recovered.

Only a few people remained, whose foundations were severely damaged and who still needed to recuperate, but their lives were no longer in danger.

The Tongtian Spirit Ship was extremely fast, and before long, the Flying Heaven Sect's base came into view.

The sect's main hall stands majestically.

At this moment, the sect's main gate was already filled with disciples waiting to greet them.

The leader was none other than Xueyan, who had stayed behind to guard the rear.

The Blood Flame Master, dressed in a red robe with a resolute face, had already learned of Ye Yang and the others' return. He and a group of disciples were eagerly awaiting their arrival.

As the celestial ship slowly descended, its doors opened.

As Ye Yang and the others led the surviving disciples off the ship, Master Xueyan's gaze swept over them, and his expression changed drastically.

He saw the bloodstains and remnants of demonic energy on Ye Yang's clothes, and the lingering weariness on the faces of Gu Xuan, Yan Qingying, and the others.

They also saw that many disciples still bore the scars of the great battle. Although their breathing had stabilized considerably, they were ragged and disheveled.

"This is!"

Blood Flame Immortal strode forward, his voice filled with shock and worry. (End of Chapter)