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

After returning to the Flying Gate.

Ye Yang looked up.

Only then did they notice that the mountain gate of Feitianmen was glowing with a faint golden light under the setting sun.

Ye Yang walked straight into the alchemy and weapon-refining hall located at the top of the main peak.

The interior of the hall was simply furnished, with a towering Bagua alchemy furnace standing in the center.

He waved his hand and set up an isolation barrier, completely shutting out the noise from the outside world. Then he took out two items from his storage bag.

One scroll contained ancient paintings on animal hide with a bluish tinge, while the other was a completely black jade bottle.

The ancient map made of animal hide is unfolded.

Its surface is outlined with dense sword shadows and array patterns using cyan-gold runes, which is the design of the Green Bamboo Sword, the treasured heirloom of Green Bamboo Valley.

Each sword mark in the picture seems to contain the inexhaustible power of the green bamboo. Amidst the intertwining sword shadows, a suspended green bamboo forest can be vaguely seen. As the breeze blows, the sound of swords seems to emanate from the picture, making it mysterious and extraordinary.

The jade bottle contained the essence of Xuan Tie that Ye Yang had extracted from the core area of ​​Xuan Tie Yuan.

He infused it with a trace of Dao power, and as the bottle swayed slightly, one could feel the immense metallic power contained within, both profound and sharp.

"The Green Bamboo Sword Formation uses green wood as its base and metal as its blade; only by complementing each other can it unleash its ultimate power."

Ye Yang lightly traced the array patterns on the sword's intent with his fingertips, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Although the Green Bamboo Sword Technique is a sword formation, it requires matching swords to activate. If used properly, it is extremely powerful.

The Xuan Tie essence he obtained from Xuan Tie Yuan is now extremely pure and contains the earth's power accumulated over millions of years.

It can perfectly make up for the lack of spirit bamboo, and can also add a touch of fierceness to the sword.

The next moment, Ye Yang opened the jade bottle, and a stream of condensed, liquid-like Xuan Iron essence slowly overflowed. Under the control of his primordial spirit, it transformed into nine dark streams of light that floated in mid-air.

At the same time, he activated his own primordial spirit power, and the vast magical power of the late stage of the Void Refinement realm surged out like a vast ocean, causing his dark Daoist robe to flutter without wind.

A pale golden light of primordial spirit shot out from between his brows, enveloping the nine strands of Xuan Iron essence.

Immediately afterwards, he took out dozens of materials containing the essence of green wood from his storage ring.

It contained a thousand-year-old Qingling, Cuiyunzhi, ten-thousand-year-old bamboo heart, and even a few drops of silver-patterned refined gold liquid obtained from Qingyun Zhenren.

Under his magical power, these materials instantly transformed into wisps of emerald light, merging into the essence of the black iron.

"Using the primordial spirit as the guide, the array diagram as the framework, the black iron as the bone, and the green wood as the soul, condense!"

Ye Yang gave a low shout and held the Green Bamboo Sword above his head.

The cyan-gold runes in the picture suddenly lit up, transforming into countless slender sword threads that wrapped around the nine strands of Xuan Iron essence like a spider web.

Under the dual nourishment of the primordial spirit's power and the verdant energy of the green wood, the essence of the black iron began to churn and take shape violently.

A faint bluish tinge gradually emerged from the dark metallic luster, adding a touch of liveliness to the originally somber aura.

The temperature inside the weapon-refining hall suddenly rose, and the Eight Trigrams Alchemy Furnace started operating automatically, spewing out raging flames, but these were no ordinary flames.

Instead, it was the Li Fire that Ye Yang activated with his own Dao power. The flames were pale purple and could both temper metals without damaging the spiritual energy of the green wood.

next moment.

Under the combined influence of flames and array patterns, the nine strands of Xuan Iron essence gradually condensed into a sword shape.

The sword has a long blade with fine bamboo patterns engraved along its spine, and the hilt is made of condensed green wood.

It has a warm luster, with subtle bamboo-like protrusions, and feels cool and tough to the touch.

What's even more remarkable is that among these nine longswords, one has a slightly wider blade.

The bamboo pattern is more intricate, subtly conveying a sense of dominance; it is indeed the mother sword.

The remaining eight swords are slightly narrower, with patterns that echo those of the mother sword and a shared aura; these are the child swords.

As the final array pattern was imprinted on the hilt, the nine mother and child swords simultaneously emitted a clear and melodious sword cry.

The sword flashed with azure light, echoing the runes on the Green Bamboo Sword Intent. At the same time, a sharp yet agile sword aura spread out, stirring up the scorching spiritual energy in the hall.

next moment.

With a flick of his finger, Ye Yang sent the nine mother and child swords flying into the Green Bamboo Sword Intent.

Like birds returning to their nests, they precisely embedded themselves in the nine key positions of the formation in the diagram.

In an instant, the cyan-gold runes on the sword's intent shone brightly, and the suspended bamboo forest in the picture became even clearer.

Immediately afterwards, nine sword shadows darted and danced through the bamboo forest, their sword energy crisscrossing and faintly forming a closed sword formation, radiating a chilling pressure.

He could feel it clearly.

Just now, his primordial spirit established a close connection with the nine mother and child swords and the intent of the swords.

It was as if these nine swords were an extension of his arms, and the sword diagrams were the embodiment of his will.

After dispelling the restrictions of the weapon refining hall, Ye Yang, holding the Green Bamboo Sword, soared into the sky and arrived directly in the sea of ​​clouds above the Flying Heaven Gate.

Ye Yang's gaze swept downwards.

"Green Bamboo Sword Formation, activate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword in front of Ye Yang suddenly unfolded, transforming into a light screen several acres in size.

In the next instant, nine sword shadows, alternating between blue and black, roared out from the picture and swirled and danced in the sea of ​​clouds.

The mother sword was in the center, with eight child swords surrounding it, moving according to the array patterns intended by the Green Bamboo Sword, instantly forming a sword array covering an area of ​​a hundred feet in radius.

Within the sword formation, a blue mist filled the air.

Countless tiny green bamboo sword threads appeared out of thin air, intertwining with the sword energy of the nine longswords to form an impenetrable sword net.

"go with!"

Ye Yang flicked his finger, and the Mother Sword shot out first, hurtling towards a distant, uninhabited mountain peak with a sharp whistling sound.

Where the sword sliced ​​through, the air was torn apart, leaving a bluish-black trail, followed closely by eight smaller swords.

Like a shooting star chasing the moon, it caught up with the mother sword, and the nine swords combined into one, slashing fiercely down on the mountain peak.

"boom!"

A deafening roar shook the heavens, and the entire mountain trembled violently.

A sword mark several meters deep instantly appeared on the mountainside, rocks crumbled, and dust billowed.

Even more astonishingly, a faint blue mist lingered around the sword mark, and countless tiny green bamboo patterns spread out from it, turning the surrounding rocks into dust imbued with the spiritual energy of green wood. Meanwhile, the nine longswords, amidst flashes of sword light, flew back into the green bamboo sword intent, their blades becoming even more lustrous.

Ye Yang's heart stirred slightly, and he activated the sword formation once more.

This time, the nine longswords did not merge into one, but instead dispersed, forming nine interlocking sword shadows in the sea of ​​clouds according to the array patterns in the Green Bamboo Sword's intention.

Each sword shadow can launch an attack independently, and they can also support each other. The sword energy generates each other, and the power of the green wood flows out continuously from the sword diagram, nourishing the nine longswords.

"What a powerful force!"

Ye Yang nodded with satisfaction and raised his hand to recall the Green Bamboo Sword.

Immediately afterwards, the nine longswords transformed into nine streams of light and re-embedded into the diagram. The cyan-gold runes on the sword diagram slowly dimmed, eventually returning to a seemingly ordinary ancient animal hide diagram.

This forging process utilizes the powerful essence of Xuan Iron and the agile energy of Qing Wood, along with the inherited power of the Green Bamboo Sword Intent.

The power of these nine mother-and-child swords far exceeded his expectations. Combined with the sword formation technique, they were enough to deal with the siege of cultivators of the same level.

He put the sword diagram into his storage ring and slowly descended.

At this moment, several elders of the Flying Heaven Sect, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, were already waiting outside the hall.

Upon seeing Ye Yang, they all stepped forward and bowed respectfully, their eyes filled with reverence and joy.

"Congratulations, Dao Ancestor, on the successful completion of this sword formation! With such a formation, the strength of our Flying Heaven Sect will surely increase greatly!"

Ye Yang had just intended to put the Green Bamboo Sword into his storage ring, and the warm spiritual energy from the fusion of the sword and the array diagram still lingered on his fingertips.

The sea of ​​clouds below the main peak of Feitianmen was still churning and surging due to the sword energy from earlier.

However, in Black Wind Ridge, on the edge of the cultivation world, a completely different scene unfolds, a race against time between life and death.

"Cough... Run! Don't look back!"

An old man coughed up blood, his white beard stuck to his chin with sweat and blood, and his blue Taoist robe was torn in several hideous rips, revealing wounds of varying depths underneath.

Each step he took aggravated his injury, causing him to sway violently.

He gripped a brocade box tightly in his left hand, and a rusty dagger in his right, the blade still dripping with black blood, clearly indicating that he had just been through a fierce battle.

The young man beside her was in his early twenties, his face still somewhat immature, but his eyes were resolute.

"Uncle Li, hang in there a little longer! Misty Valley is just ahead; maybe we can shake them off then!"

Before he could finish speaking, a piercing, sinister laugh came from behind him, accompanied by a sharp, piercing force.

"Old bastard, you little brat, where do you think you're going! Hand over the key, and I'll spare your lives!"

Three dark figures followed like ghosts, all dressed in black robes and with their faces covered by masks, revealing only pairs of greedy and ruthless eyes.

The leader's cultivation had reached the Golden Core Realm, while the other two were at the peak of the Purple Mansion Realm. Their auras were deep and imposing, and they pressed forward step by step.

The old man suddenly stopped, pushed the young man behind him, held the short knife horizontally in front of him, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

"Chen'er, you go first! They want things from the Li family, it has nothing to do with you!"

"Uncle Li!"

The young man said urgently.

"How could I leave you behind! Let's rush out together!"

"Silly child,"

The old man gave a bitter laugh, coughed even more violently, and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the withered grass in front of him red.
“I am exhausted and will not last much longer. But you are different. You have a body that can cultivate the Dao and are exceptionally talented. You cannot die here.”

He turned to look in the direction of the Flying Gate, his eyes filled with a sense of remoteness and reverence, his voice trembling slightly.

"Chen'er, do you know that my Li family's ancestor was a disciple of the founding master of the Flying Heaven Sect? Back then, when the sect was in turmoil, my ancestor took the secret treasure and left to live in seclusion here in order to preserve the lineage."

The young man was startled, his steps faltering, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He had heard of the Flying Heaven Sect's reputation since childhood. It was a top sect in the cultivation world, with countless powerful figures. In recent years, rumors have circulated that an unparalleled Dao Ancestor was in charge, making it even more unapproachable.

He never imagined that the seemingly ordinary old man beside him would have such a deep connection with such a behemoth.

"Flying Gate..."

Li Chen muttered to himself, a glimmer of hope rising in his heart, only to be quickly drowned out by the despair of reality.

"But we're in a desperate situation now. Even if we knew all this, what could we do? They're too strong; we have no way to escape!"

The Blood Shadow Sect cultivators had already chased them to within ten feet, and the leader let out a cold laugh.

"I didn't expect this old man to put up such a stubborn resistance. If we push harder, he'll be seriously injured and won't be able to escape for long!"

The old man's face darkened; he knew he couldn't delay any longer.

He suddenly pulled out a pure white jade talisman from his pocket. The talisman was covered with intricate runes and had faint spatial fluctuations around it. It was an extremely precious high-grade teleportation talisman.

This is a life-saving item passed down through generations of the Li family, which they would never use unless it was a matter of life and death.

"Chen'er, this is a teleportation talisman,"

The old man placed the jade talisman into Li Chen's hand with an extremely solemn expression.

"It can teleport you directly to the outside of the Flying Heaven Sect's mountain gate. Remember, when you get there, take out the brocade box I gave you and show your identity to the sect elders. They will definitely look at you with more respect."

"Uncle Li, I can't leave! If we're going to leave, we'll leave together!"

Li Chen's eyes reddened, and he gripped the jade talisman tightly, refusing to let go.

"Time is running out!"

The old man shouted sharply, suddenly channeling the last of his magical power to push Li Chen forward. At the same time, he placed his palm on the jade talisman and rapidly chanted incantations.

"The journey ahead is long, so please remember to be careful with your words and actions, and do not disappoint my expectations!"

The jade talisman suddenly burst forth with a dazzling white light, enveloping Li Chen entirely.

Li Chen felt a powerful spatial force envelop him, and his body floated up uncontrollably.

"Uncle Li!"

A shrill scream was swallowed by the spatial turbulence, and Li Chen's figure gradually blurred in the white light, eventually disappearing completely into the forests of Black Wind Ridge.

Upon seeing this, the leader of the Blood Shadow Sect roared in anger.

"Damn it! That brat got away! Chase him! Even if we have to chase him to the ends of the earth, we have to bring him back!" (End of Chapter)