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

As he took his second step, the wind whistled in his ears, and he experienced the speed and precision of lightning, as if all obstacles in the world were insignificant.

Whether it's tangible rocks or intangible barriers of law, lightning can penetrate and disintegrate them instantly.

Step three, step four...

Every step forward was like a profound dialogue with heaven and earth, with lightning becoming the bridge and medium for his enlightenment.

As they ventured deeper into the edge of the wild and untamed region, the surrounding vegetation became increasingly sparse and withered, replaced by jagged rocks and a pervasive gray-black miasma.

These miasmas are extremely toxic; an ordinary cultivator would suffer damage to their meridians, a decline in cultivation, or even lose their life if they inhaled just one breath.

However, when they approach within three feet of Ye Yang, they are instantly dispersed and burned by the invisible power of lightning, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating into the air without leaving a trace.

Meanwhile, in another dark region...

Inside an ancient palace suspended in chaotic mist, several figures shrouded in black robes suddenly opened their eyes.

In the void before him floated an ancient water mirror, its runes flowing, clearly reflecting Ye Yang's figure being escorted forward by lightning.
Even the wrinkles on Ye Yang's blue robe were clearly visible.

"This...this aura...how is this possible?!"

A man in black robes spoke first, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper were being rubbed.

"That seems...it seems to be the aura of Daozu Ye? He disappeared for several years, how could he suddenly reappear?"

The other man in black robes exuded an increasingly violent aura, his body beneath the robes taut like a bow.

“That’s right! Absolutely right! It’s this aura! It’s unique. Back then, he failed to break through to the Accumulated Dao Realm and disappeared. The Flying Heaven Sect declined, and we were able to take a step further and occupy some of the Purple Gardens in the Wilderness Region. Now he has actually reappeared.”

“Look closely at the lightning above his head!”

A man in black robes standing nearby spoke urgently, his voice filled with deep apprehension.

"That's no ordinary lightning, it's the 'Dao-accompanying lightning tribulation'! Legend has it that only those who break through to the lightning tribulation realm and touch the core of the rules of heaven and earth can trigger this extraordinary phenomenon!"

"He's not just rushing on his journey; he's clearly using the momentum of walking to comprehend the Great Dao! Several years have passed, and not only has he not passed away, but his cultivation has actually improved?"

His voice was filled with panic.

"No, we must report this to the sect leader immediately! Once Daozu Ye truly returns, all our plans and the territories we've seized over the years will be for naught!"

The figures in black robes dared not delay for a moment. They quickly discussed the matter, determined the priority of the report, and formulated a preliminary plan for subsequent responses.

They transformed into several streaks of dark light and vanished instantly into the depths of the palace.

Meanwhile, Ye Yang remained immersed in this world, completely unaware of their spying.

He continued forward, his steps maintaining a constant rhythm, neither too fast nor too slow. With each step, he gained a deeper understanding of the Great Dao.

The lightning overhead grew increasingly violent, and the purple electric sparks were no longer scattered arcs, but coalesced into ferocious lightning dragons.

The scales of the thunder dragons were clearly visible, and as their whiskers fluttered, they emitted deafening roars, protecting him in the center. Wherever they passed, even the dust in the air was shaken apart.

In the wild and desolate region, many low-level demonic beasts dwell.

However, after Ye Yang arrived, these demonic beasts, sensing danger on their instincts, trembled in fear at the terrifying pressure of the lightning and dared not show their faces.

However, a few high-level demonic beasts, blinded by their own ignorance, failed to dodge in time. As a result, they approached within a hundred feet of Ye Yang without even having a chance to roar.

He was struck precisely by streaks of purple lightning as thin as hair, instantly turning into a charred mess. Before he could even scream, he vanished with the wind.

As they ventured deeper into the wild and untamed heartland, the surrounding environment became increasingly harsh.

The clouds in the sky grew thicker and thicker, almost completely blocking out all the light, plunging the world into complete darkness.

Only the purple lightning above Ye Yang's head flickered incessantly in the darkness, like moving stars, illuminating his path forward.

The howling wind swept past, carrying pebbles, and his blue robe fluttered in the wind, yet remained spotless.

He seemed to merge with heaven and earth, making it impossible to distinguish between himself and the world.

I don't know how long I walked, maybe the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, maybe several hours, or maybe several days.

Ye Yang's steps finally paused slightly, and he stopped walking.

He slowly raised his head and looked towards a valley not far away.

The valley was extremely treacherous, surrounded by steep, knife-cut cliffs covered with dense runes, clearly a powerful protective array set up by someone.

At the entrance to the valley stood several cultivators dressed in uniform robes, with a ferocious earth dragon embroidered on the chest of their robes, its eyes wide open and its aura menacing.

At this moment, the disciples of the Earth Dragon Sect at the entrance of the valley were idly guarding the gate, most of them at the early stage of martial arts cultivation.

Normally, they have a low status within the sect and can only be assigned to this kind of hard guarding job.

Suddenly, they felt the light in the sky grow dimmer, and the violent power of lightning surged in like a tide, making it difficult for them to breathe and causing them to tremble all over.

"W-what's going on? Is it going to rain heavily?"

A disciple of the Earth Dragon Sect said in a trembling voice, looking up at the sky.

When I saw the dark clouds overhead and the thunder dragons weaving through them, my legs went weak and I almost collapsed to the ground.

"No! This isn't just an ordinary downpour! Look over there!"

Another disciple pointed into the distance, his voice hoarse. Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a figure in a green robe slowly walking towards them.

Surrounded by purple lightning, he appeared like a god descending to earth. With each step he took, the earth trembled slightly, and the lightning moved accordingly, as if the heavens and earth were making way for him.

"Then...what is that?"

"Something... there seems to be a person inside... such a powerful aura!!"

"Quickly, call the elders."

The disciples of the Earth Dragon Sect were terrified, their faces turning pale, and they all drew their magical weapons from their waists.

Some were machetes, some were short daggers, and some were low-level talismans.

However, faced with such power of heaven and earth, they had no way to calm their minds, and their hands trembled like leaves.

They had never seen such a terrifying being, with its oppressive aura accompanied by lightning.

It instilled fear in them to the core, making them afraid to even entertain the thought of resistance.

Ye Yang's gaze swept indifferently over the Earth Dragon Sect disciples at the entrance of the valley, his eyes showing no ripples. He did not stop walking and continued to walk steadily into the valley.

The lightning power around him surged slightly, emanating a pale purple halo.

The rocks, formations, and everything else blocking his way seemed to have encountered a natural enemy and were slowly dissolving.

At this moment, in this wild and desolate region.

In the sight of those people.

Countless pale purple halos of lightning spread out.

The first thing to be affected was the protective array at the Earth Dragon Sect's headquarters.

Those formations that gathered the power of countless people came into contact with Ye Yang.

It melted away at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like ice and snow meeting boiling water.

The Earth Dragon Sect disciples who were blocking Ye Yang's way were enveloped by the lightning before they could even cry for help.

Amidst the crackling lightning, these people didn't even feel any pain before they crumbled from their limbs like weathered rocks, turning into wisps of smoke.

Ye Yang's steps did not falter at all, as if he had merely crushed a few grains of dust, and he continued toward the interior of the Earth Dragon Sect.

This place has been managed by the Earth Dragon Sect for many years.

Looking around, Ye Yang discovered that pavilions and towers were built against the mountainside within the valley.

In particular, the spirit fields that had been cultivated long ago were planted with all kinds of spirit herbs.

Clearly, the Earth Dragon Sect has been operating here for some time.

Ye Yang casually waved a wisp of magical power.

When the spiritual herbs and various rare minerals in those medicinal fields came into contact with a three-foot radius around him...

It vanished into nothingness without a sound.

It's not pulverized, it's not burned.
Instead, under Ye Yang's power and those lightning bolts, it was completely wiped out of this world, leaving not even ashes behind.

I witnessed this horrific scene.

The disciples guarding the Earth Dragon Sect's territory were terrified.

Several of the more timid ones collapsed to the ground, their crotches already soaked.

"Quickly...quickly go and report to the elder!"

The lead deacon shouted, his voice trembling and distorted.

The voice just fell.

A streak of light shot out from the depths of the valley, transforming into an old man in a crimson robe, who landed a hundred feet in front of Ye Yang.

The old man had white hair and beard, an ancient face, and exuded a powerful aura.

He had already vaguely touched the bottleneck of the Thunder Tribulation Dao Realm.

"Who goes there! How dare you trespass on the gates of my Earth Dragon Sect!"

Master Xiaotian shouted sharply, while simultaneously forming hand seals and his internal magical power surging wildly.

Before he finished speaking, four more auras shot into the sky from various parts of the valley.

These people were also elders of the Earth Dragon Sect at the True Person level, each with extremely strong abilities, and they surrounded Ye Yang in the center.

These are all the hidden strengths of the Earth Dragon Sect.

He never leaves the world on ordinary days, focusing on cultivation and waiting for the opportunity to break through to another level.

Now that they sensed the approach of a powerful enemy, they have all shown themselves.

Five True Immortals stood in mid-air, their magical power surging like waves. (End of Chapter)