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

"In other words, as long as we can appease the Xuanwu behemoth or distract it, we might be able to enter the Xuanwu Palace by taking advantage of the gaps in the formation."

Upon hearing this, Dao Ancestor Xuefeng's heart stirred. After carefully sensing for a moment, he nodded.

“Brother Ye is absolutely right. This Xuanwu behemoth seems to be integrated with the formation; it is both the guardian and a part of the formation.”

"However, the Xuanwu divine beast is cautious by nature and extremely loyal to the immortal ruins. It is by no means easy to appease or lure it away."

"This matter is not difficult."

Ye Yang smiled faintly, raised his hand, and a bright red fruit appeared in his palm.

The fruit was filled with rich fire-attribute spiritual energy, radiating a warm aura.

"This is a Fire Spirit Fruit, formed from an ancient spiritual root, containing pure fire-attribute primordial power."

"This Xuanwu divine beast belongs to the water element and is naturally afraid of fire. Although this fire spirit fruit is not enough to harm it, it can temporarily disturb its mind and buy us enough time."

This Fire Spirit Fruit was obtained by Ye Yang during his travels in his early years.

It has been treasured until now and has never been used. Now, it is just the right time to use it to lure away the Xuanwu beast.

Upon seeing this, a hint of approval flashed in Xuefeng Daozu's eyes.

"As expected of Daozu Ye, he is meticulous. With the help of this Fire Spirit Fruit, we are more confident in this matter."

"However, once we enter the Xuanwu Palace, we must return quickly. Once the Xuanwu Beast recovers its senses or senses that someone has intruded, it will definitely do everything in its power to stop us."

"nature."

Ye Yang nodded, put away the Fire Spirit Fruit, and looked solemnly at the spatial rift in the black ocean.

"There's no time to lose, let's act immediately. Fellow Daoist, you can use your ice-elemental Dao power to draw the formation's attention from the left side."

"I took the opportunity to throw out the Fire Spirit Fruit to lure away the Xuanwu Beast, and then we broke into the Xuanwu Palace together to explore its secrets."

Dao Ancestor Xuefeng nodded in agreement, and his body surged with icy blue spiritual energy.

Then, with a wave of his ice crystal folding fan, countless ice shards appeared out of thin air and shot towards the array node on the left side of the spatial rift.

Upon seeing this, Ye Yang's fingertips suddenly blazed with lightning patterns.

Immediately afterwards, the Fire Spirit Fruit swirled in his palm for a moment before transforming into a streak of crimson light.

Soon after, it was enveloped in scorching primal power.

It shot precisely towards the enormous object behind the Xuanwu Hall.

The moment the Fire Spirit Fruit hit the ground, it exploded into a ball of flames several feet high.

The crimson flames surged with pure fire-attribute principles, spreading like wildfire across the scales of the Xuanwu behemoth.

"Roar!"

The muffled roar shook the clouds and mist of the immortal realm.

The Xuanwu behemoth suddenly opened its eyes, its enormous pupils, as black as ink, filled with rage.

At the same time, the surrounding ocean surged, and countless aquatic Daoist auras surged wildly around the Xuanwu behemoth.

In particular, the star patterns on the carapace shone with a deep blue light.

A curtain of water, tens of meters wide, rose from the sea and poured down on the raging flames.

"Fuck!"

Water and fire clashed violently, and the rising water vapor transformed into a torrential downpour.

Although the flames were suppressed, they were not extinguished.

The primal power of the Fire Spirit Fruit seeped through the water curtain, still scorching the scales of the Xuanwu Beast.

Only now did Ye Yang truly feel the terrifying strength of this descendant of Xuanwu.

The power emanating from this giant beast was already comparable to that of the Thunder Tribulation Realm, especially considering that this place was deep underground in the sea.

Its power is greater when it is invisible.

If he hadn't broken through to the Tribulation Realm, he probably wouldn't have been able to suppress such power with his previous cultivation level.

At this moment, perhaps he was provoked by Ye Yang.

The Xuanwu behemoth was terrified and enraged, its thick limbs stomping violently.

The ground of the entire Immortal Realm trembled, and the next moment, it opened its mouth and spat out a condensed water arrow.

The water arrow, accompanied by a sharp sound that tore through space, shot towards Ye Yang.

Wherever the water arrow passed, the air froze into ice, even the surrounding celestial energy was frozen.

"Well done!"

Ye Yang let out a low shout, and the pale golden lightning patterns around his body surged.

Golden-purple lightning converged to form a lightning-patterned shield.

The shield, imbued with domineering lightning tribulation principles, forcefully blocked the attack.

"boom!"

The water arrow struck the lightning-patterned shield, and a violent explosion resounded throughout the Immortal Realm. The splashing water and lightning intertwined, forming a raging torrent of energy.
Ye Yang swayed slightly, and the lightning patterns on his fingertips pulsed again, with a phantom of a lightning dragon leaping out from the lightning.

With its head held high and a roar that shook the heavens and earth, the dragon lunged at the Xuanwu beast.

The Xuanwu behemoth's pupils contracted slightly, clearly sensing the threat posed by the Thunder Dragon.

It suddenly retracted its limbs, and the star patterns on its carapace lit up, transforming into a solid defensive barrier.

Then, it slammed hard into the barrier.

Golden-purple lightning instantly spread across the entire back armor, and the Xuanwu behemoth let out a painful roar.

Its massive body was jolted back several feet, and the lightning scorched tiny cracks into the scales on its back.

Ye Yang seized the opportunity, the lingering warmth of the Fire Spirit Fruit in his palm still present.

With a flick of his finger, another wisp of fire-attribute primal power was injected into the remaining flames. The flames suddenly surged, transforming into a fire serpent that coiled around the thunder dragon's body, launching another fierce attack on the Xuanwu behemoth.

The thunder and fire complemented each other, their domineering power instilling fear in the Xuanwu behemoth.

It knew that the Thunder Tribulation Realm cultivator in front of it was no easy opponent, and that if it continued to stalemate, it might suffer serious injuries.

A flicker of hesitation crossed its giant eyes, then it let out a menacing roar at Ye Yang before turning and heading towards the depths of the ocean.

"It was indeed triggered."

A glint of light flashed in Ye Yang's eyes. He could sense that although the Xuanwu Beast was showing signs of retreating, it had not truly gone far away.

They were only temporarily lured away from the protective range of the Xuanwu Palace by the aura of the Fire Spirit Fruit.

"Hurry! While it's occupied, let's get into the Xuanwu Palace!"

Dao Ancestor Xuefeng had already put away the ice shards, and upon seeing this, he immediately followed in Ye Yang's footsteps.

The two stepped through the clouds of the immortal realm, their figures like two streaks of light, and instantly rushed to the front gate of the Xuanwu Hall.

Although the palace gate had been cracked open by Ye Yang's previous lightning power, the Xuanwu Daoist aura remaining on the gate was still strong.

Dao Ancestor Xuefeng raised his hand and waved it, and the icy blue spiritual energy transformed into an ice blade, which precisely slashed at the gap.

With a soft "click," the palace doors were pushed open completely.

The two figures flashed and quickly sneaked into the outer perimeter of the Xuanwu Hall. As soon as they stepped inside, they were shocked by the scene inside.

Unlike the ethereal beauty of the outer immortal realms, the area surrounding the Xuanwu Palace was permeated with a strong aura of killing intent.

The ground was covered with gullies of varying depths, and dried dark red marks remained in the gullies, with a faint smell of blood.

In particular, the walls on both sides are covered with sword marks and claw marks, and some of the walls have collapsed.

The ancient runes embedded inside were revealed. The runes were dim and lacked luster, yet they still emitted a faint aura of restriction.

"This is not a naturally formed immortal abode, but rather a remnant of a great battle."

"It seems that the Xuanwu Palace was actually carried here from the ancient battlefield by the descendants of Xuanwu."

Ye Yang nodded, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings, the lightning patterns on his fingertips pulsating slightly as he probed the aura around him.

The ravines on the ground bear the imprints of the Daoist powers of immortals and demons, intertwined to form a strange balance.

"No wonder this descendant of Xuanwu is guarding this place with his life. It is said that the starry sky is vast and boundless. It may have smuggled itself from other realms."

He thought to himself, then his gaze fell on the passageway ahead.

At the end of the passage, a faint spiritual light flickered, but it was blocked by an invisible barrier.

The two walked slowly along the passage, and the scene along the way became increasingly tragic.

The collapsed stone pillars were covered with cracks, and some of them still had broken weapons stuck in them.

Some of these weapons were magical treasures, while others had reached the level of Dao artifacts. Although they were damaged, they still exuded a sharp sword intent.

Ye Yang didn't speak; his gaze was drawn to a mark in the corner of the mural.

The mark was a lightning rune.

He reached out and touched the rune, injecting lightning patterns from his fingertips into it, and the rune instantly lit up.

The scene on the mural briefly came back to life, with faint sounds of fighting and dragon roars, before fading away again.

The sensation on my fingertips hadn't faded yet.

The domineering aura remaining from the lightning rune surged wildly into the body through the meridians at the fingertips.

Ye Yang was startled, his pupils contracted sharply, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

He was only subconsciously checking for the unusual runes.

But I never imagined that such a seemingly dim mark would contain such a terrifying source of lightning.

"Brother Ye, what's wrong?"

Seeing that he stood still, with the lightning patterns on his fingertips flickering and his aura becoming somewhat disordered, Dao Ancestor Xuefeng quickly stepped forward.

Ye Yang did not reply immediately, but closed his eyes and focused intently on guiding the unfamiliar lightning energy to circulate within his body.

This power was several times purer than the lightning tribulation power he absorbed when he broke through to the lightning tribulation realm.

At first, it was somewhat unruly, rampaging through his meridians as if trying to tear his flesh and meridians apart.

But as he focused his mind into his dantian, he activated his own lightning-patterned Dao principles to merge with it.

That violent aura was gradually tamed and flowed slowly along his cultivation path.

Each time it passes through a meridian, it is washed and made wider and more resilient.

"Such a powerful source of lightning..."

Ye Yang let out a low moan, and when he opened his eyes again, they were filled with golden-purple lightning patterns. The lightning around him was even more intense than before, and even the air was slightly distorted by the scorching light.

He raised his hand to look at his fingertips, and the originally pale golden lightning pattern now had several ancient lines.

Echoing the thunder runes on the mural, the spiritual power surging from his fingertips grew increasingly heavy, carrying a domineering aura that surpassed anything before.

This is a mark that no ordinary cultivator could inscribe.

It likely originated from the hand of a powerful thunder spirit, and after countless years, it still retains such immense primordial power.

It should be understood that after a cultivator breaks through to the Thunder Tribulation Realm, every step is extremely difficult, even if it takes an ordinary cultivator hundreds of years.

Even absorbing a massive amount of spiritual energy may not necessarily allow one to progress from the initial stage to the intermediate stage.

He merely touched the lightning rune and absorbed a wisp of primordial power, yet he sensed signs of progress in his cultivation.

Such an opportunity would drive even tribulation-bound cultivators mad.

"Watch out! There's a barrier fluctuation ahead."

Just then, Dao Ancestor Xuefeng suddenly spoke, his ice crystal folding fan already unfolded, and icy blue spiritual energy swirled around him. (End of Chapter)