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

Ye Yang did not stop walking, his eyes as cold as frost.

Facing the oncoming demonic flames.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, sweeping across with the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword.

The moment the azure light collided with the demonic flames, the old demon let out a mournful howl, and was directly pierced by the sword energy, turning into black smoke and dissipating.

Immediately afterwards, he flashed forward and closed in on the purple-robed old monster. The Evil King Blade, with a whooshing sound, slashed fiercely at the monster's head.

The old monster in purple robes broke out in a cold sweat. He hastily dodged to the side, but was still struck on the shoulder by the wind from the blade.

There was a crisp sound of "click".

His entire right arm was violently severed, and blood gushed out.

The excruciating pain made his vision go black, but he dared not linger for a moment and turned to flee down the mountain.

"Want to go?"

A cold glint flashed in Ye Yang's eyes, and his footwork changed, instantly catching up to the purple-robed old monster.

The Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword was aimed directly at his back, its fierce momentum leaving no room for evasion.

The wind from the sword cut through the air, and the chill was bone-deep.

The purple-robed old monster felt the sharp sword aura behind him that was locking down his own energy.

In the moment of his soul's annihilation, he suddenly pulled out three jet-black tokens from his storage ring.

"Netherworld Blood Order, ignite!"

He roared and crushed the token. Three thick, irresistible stench of blood erupted instantly, transforming into three ferocious blood shadows that lunged at Ye Yang with bared fangs and claws.

This Netherworld Blood Token is a secret treasure passed down for thousands of years by the Earth Dragon Sect, forged from the essence of ten thousand years' worth of blood and vital energy.

He dared not even think that he could use this thing to stop Ye Yang in his rage.

In his desperation, he activated the technique only in the hope of delaying Ye Daozu for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, so that he could escape.

At the same time, the elder of the Poisonous Snake Valley also summoned his natal treasure, the "Ten Thousand Poison Banner".

The banner was unfurled, its dark surface covered with dense, poisonous patterns.

Countless tiny poisonous mosquitoes and ants surged out of the banner, gathering into a cloud of poisonous mist that swept towards Ye Yang.

Wherever the toxic fog passed, the air emitted a hissing, corrosive sound.

Even the rocks instantly turned into a pool of black water.

"Master Ye! If you continue to push your luck, don't blame us for fighting to the death!"

The elder of the Poisonous Snake Valley had a ferocious expression. He knew that there was no chance of survival today, and he could only fight with all his might.

The other surviving cultivators also took out their respective sect's inherited treasures.

There is the "Suppressing Mountain Seal" which can draw upon the power of the earth, and the "Illusionary Sky Mirror" which can set up a mesmerizing array.

In an instant, various spiritual lights, blood-red light, and poisonous mist intertwined, turning this solitary peak into an extremely dangerous and perilous place.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the old monster in purple robes quickened his pace, wishing he could sprout wings and escape from this place.

He had only one thought in his mind: this master of both swords and sabers was too terrifying, and he just wanted to escape Ye Yang's pursuit.

However, his beautiful dream vanished instantly under Ye Yang's cold gaze.

Despite the overwhelming attacks, Ye Yang did not stop, nor did he even frown. At this moment, although he was on the verge of a breakthrough, his cultivation at the Thunder Tribulation Dao Realm was not yet fully stable.

However, the power of the tribulation lightning within his body, combined with the power of the wishes of all living beings, far surpasses that of ordinary tribulation lightning realm cultivators.

Those Dao treasures that were terrifying in the eyes of others were not so frightening to him.

"A mere trick, nothing more than some crooked and unorthodox methods."

A hint of disdain flashed in Ye Yang's eyes, and he gently trembled the Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword in his hand.

"break!"

Ye Yang snorted coldly and swung his damaged Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword horizontally.

The cyan sword light, carrying the residual power of the purple lightning tribulation, collided with the three blood-red figures in an instant, like a torrent sweeping across an army.

A few soft "plop" sounds!
Those seemingly ferocious blood shadows couldn't even put up a shred of resistance before being completely torn apart by the sword light, turning into a sky full of blood mist and dissipating.

Immediately afterwards, he gripped the Evil King Blade with his left hand and unleashed a fierce slash of purple and black blade light.

Wherever the blade passed, the poisonous mist was instantly torn apart, and countless poisonous mosquitoes and ants turned to ashes amidst screams of agony.

The banner of the Myriad Poisons Banner was struck by the blade's edge, emitting a mournful cry.

It instantly became covered in cracks, fell from the sky, and broke in two upon hitting the ground.

"How is this possible! Even if the treasure in his hand is a high-grade Dao artifact, such power is truly terrifying!"

"The Myriad Poison Banner in my hand is also one of the ancient Dao artifacts passed down in the sect. How could it be so easily defeated?"

The elder of the Serpent Valley stared in disbelief, his ferocity instantly replaced by disbelief.

The Ten Thousand Poison Banner is the treasure of the Poisonous Snake Valley, nurtured by generations of elders, and possesses immense power.

Even a high-grade Dao artifact can be easily corroded, yet it was shattered by Ye Yang's single strike?

Before he could react, Ye Yang's figure had already appeared in front of him.

The Azure Dragon Sky-Splitting Sword pierced straight into his chest, its light exploding and completely shredding his internal organs.

"No! I don't want to die!"

The elder of Snake Valley let out a desperate wail, his eyes filled with fear and pleading.

"Master Ye, spare my life! I am willing to submit to the Flying Heaven Sect and serve you like a slave, please spare my dog's life!"

Ye Yang's eyes were cold, and he remained unmoved.

"When you joined forces to ambush me and tried to kill me, did you ever think of sparing my life?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist, drawing his sword and spraying out a spray of scalding blood. The elder of Poisonous Serpent Valley collapsed limply, his soul instantly annihilated by the residual power of the lightning tribulation.

On the other side, the Zhenyue Seal, carrying immense force, hurtled towards Ye Yang, only to be shattered by a casual punch from him.

The mesmerizing light emitted by the Illusionary Mirror could not penetrate his Dao heart, which was protected by the power of the will of all living beings.

The moment the arrow was fired, it was intercepted by his sword energy and shot back towards the person who fired it, killing him on the spot.

In just a few breaths, most of the originally imposing cultivators had perished.

Those long-standing treasures crumbled like paper in Ye Yang's hands.

At the summit of the solitary peak, blood flowed like a river and corpses littered the ground. Soon, only the purple-robed old monster and a middle-aged cultivator from the Earth Dragon Sect remained.

The middle-aged cultivator was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

He watched Ye Yang approach step by step, his eyes filled with extreme fear, muttering to himself.

"Spare me... spare me..."

The old monster in purple robes was also terrified by Ye Yang's terrifying combat power. Knowing that he had no way to escape, he hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Ye Yang repeatedly.

"Master Ye! Spare my life! You are a magnanimous man, please spare my life! The Earth Dragon Sect is willing to compensate you for all your losses and offer all its resources, just beg you to show leniency!"

He kowtowed until his head was bleeding, his posture extremely humble.

Ye Yang stopped and looked down at him, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Losses? My Flying Heaven Sect was suppressed by your combined forces in the past, resulting in the deaths and injuries of countless fellow disciples. How will you compensate for these losses?"

In just a few breaths, all the cultivators atop the solitary peak were dead.

Just as he was about to swing his sword to kill the last two, the void suddenly began to fluctuate violently.

A majestic voice resounded like thunder, shaking the entire solitary peak.

"stop!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light slowly emerged from the void.

The golden light faded, revealing an old man dressed in a golden Taoist robe.

The old man had white hair and a youthful face, and was surrounded by a faint aura of power. Although his face was covered and his features were not visible, Ye Yang could still recognize him as the Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor of the Dao Alliance.

The appearance of the Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor caused a glint of survival to flash in the eyes of the purple-robed old monster and the middle-aged cultivator.

They grasped at a straw and hurriedly kowtowed to the Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor for help.

"Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor! Save me! Please save me!"

The Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor frowned slightly, his gaze falling on Ye Yang, and said in a deep voice.

"Ye Yang, stop. These people are all high-level forces in the Star Sea cultivation world. If they are all killed, it will shake the foundation of the Star Sea cultivation world and cause great chaos."

Ye Yang did not lower his hand holding the sword, his eyes coldly looking at the Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible mockery.

"High-end power? Foundation? Back then, when they joined forces to ambush me, trying to cut off my path and put me to death."

"When they massacred the Flying Heaven Sect and slaughtered my fellow disciples, why didn't the Dao Ancestor appear to protect this so-called foundation?"

"Now that I'm launching a desperate counterattack to take their lives, the Dao Ancestor has appeared. Could it be that the Dao Alliance's rules only allow them to do evil, but forbid me from seeking revenge?"

The Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor's face darkened, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

He was a Thunder Tribulation Venerable, of incomparably noble status, and ordinary cultivators would bow down and worship him.

This master of both swords and sabers dared to question him to his face!

Where does this leave the dignity of a Thunder Tribulation Venerable?
"presumptuous!"

The Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor snorted coldly, and the Heavenly Dao pressure around him instantly erupted, crushing towards Ye Yang.

"Ye Yang, how dare you interfere in the affairs of this Venerable One and the Dao Alliance? If they are wrong, the Dao Alliance will handle it themselves; it is not your place to kill them on your own! If you dare to act recklessly again, don't blame me for being impolite to you!"

The powerful pressure made Ye Yang pause slightly, but he still straightened his spine and did not back down in the slightest.

He could sense the power of the Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor, a power far surpassing his own at this moment.

But he knew even better that if you don't cut the weeds at the root, they will grow back in the spring.

If we let these two go today, they will surely bring endless trouble to the Flying Heaven Sect in the future.

However, the Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor is extremely powerful, and is a Venerable of the Thunder Tribulation Dao Realm, so now is not the time to make a move.

However, if we let these people go, they will definitely become a major threat. We need to think of a way to deal with them in the next few days. They must die today.

After a moment's hesitation, Ye Yang slowly sheathed his sword and said in a calm tone.

“Since the Dao Ancestor has spoken, I will give him face. Today, I will spare their lives for the time being.”

Upon hearing this, the Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor nodded.

"Indeed, although you have grievances, you prioritize the greater good, which is commendable. The forces behind these individuals are deeply entrenched; a complete breakdown in relations would not benefit your Flying Heaven Sect."

"How about this: you let them go, and I'll take charge and make them each pay compensation, how about that?"

Ye Yang remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.

After a long while, he sighed.

"Since the Dao Ancestor has spoken, this junior will naturally give him face."

The purple-robed old monster and the middle-aged cultivator breathed a sigh of relief, their faces showing the joy of surviving a calamity. They quickly kowtowed to the Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor again to express their gratitude.

"Many thanks to the Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor for saving my life!"

The Nine Heavens Dao Ancestor nodded in satisfaction, his gaze towards Ye Yang softening somewhat.

"It's good that you understand reason. I will take these two back to the Dao Alliance and deal with them severely. I will never let them cause trouble again."

As he spoke, he waved his hand to take the two old monsters in purple robes away.

However, at that moment, a cold glint flashed in Ye Yang's eyes. (End of Chapter)