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

Ye Yang followed Xue Feng Daozu's gaze and saw a thin, cicada-wing-like light curtain stretching across the end of the passage ahead.

Mysterious runes and mysterious light flowed across it.

Although the fluctuations it emitted were not strong, they carried an ancient and resilient quality, which was out of place with the surrounding desolate and murderous atmosphere.

"This restriction... seems to be a purely defensive formation, which contradicts the murderous aura of this place."

Dao Ancestor Xuefeng held an ice crystal folding fan, his brows slightly furrowed.

"It seems that the protective restrictions inherent in the Xuanwu Palace were not completely destroyed in the great battle back then."

Ye Yang nodded slightly.

He had just absorbed a trace of the original power of the lightning rune.

Although his cultivation level has not broken through, his understanding of the laws of lightning has reached a new level, and his divine sense has become increasingly sharp.

He could clearly perceive it at that moment.

Beneath this layer of light barrier, a profound Daoist aura of water flows.

Its aura originated from the same source as that of the Xuanwu behemoth from before.

"What fellow Taoist said is absolutely true."

Ye Yang said in a deep voice.

"This restriction is based on water and emphasizes 'softness' and 'resilience'. If you attack it with brute force, it will probably trigger a stronger backlash."

"Then, in the Dao Ancestor's opinion, what should be done?"

Dao Ancestor Xuefeng asked.

Although to outsiders, he could be considered a powerful figure at the Refinement of Emptiness realm.

But in front of this senior who has undergone tribulation, they are no match for him no matter what.

Ye Yang stared at the runes that were slowly flowing on the light screen.

The golden-purple lightning in his eyes flickered erratically, as if analyzing the structure of the restriction.

A moment later, he had made his decision.

"Although this restriction is strong, it is not invincible."

He turned to look at Dao Ancestor Xuefeng.

“Fellow Daoist, I need to borrow your power of extreme cold. The two of us, one ice and one lightning, will simultaneously attack two different nodes of the restriction.”

"The Ice Lord freezes, causing its flow to become stagnant; the Thunder Lord destroys, shattering its core essence the moment it becomes stagnant."

"it is good!"

A glint flashed in Xuefeng Daozu's eyes, and he immediately understood Ye Yang's intention.

next moment.

The two said no more, and their Dao power surged simultaneously.

The ice crystal folding fan in Xuefeng Daozu's hand suddenly unfolded.

On the fan, a landscape of mountains and rivers frozen over for thousands of miles is faintly visible.

He muttered something to himself and waved his folding fan forward.

Immediately afterwards, a chilling aura transformed into a crystal-clear ice dragon.

It roared and charged toward the lower left corner of the light screen.

Wherever the ice dragon passed, even the lingering killing intent in the air was frozen into tiny, blood-red ice crystals that fell down in a rustling sound.

Almost at the same moment, Ye Yang put his two fingers together.

The golden-purple thunder pattern on his fingertips, which incorporated ancient designs, suddenly shone brightly, like a small thunder sun.

He did not unleash the powerful and sweeping Thunder Dragon Divine Power.

Instead, it highly condensed the immense power of the Thunder Tribulation Dao Laws, transforming it into a thunder sword no more than three feet long.

"go with!"

With a low shout, the Thunder Sword flew out of his hand.

It lacks any earth-shattering momentum, yet it possesses a sharpness and domineering power capable of severing everything.

It traced a golden-purple trail in the air and precisely pierced a rune node in the upper right corner of the light screen.

The ice dragon and the thunder sword, one on the left and one on the right, one yin and one yang, arrived almost simultaneously.

"Buzz!"

The light barrier was struck by the ice dragon, and the flow of the runes in the lower left corner suddenly stopped.

The river seemed frozen, its deep blue light dimmed.

At this critical moment, the Thunder Sword pierced the node in the upper right corner!

"Hey!"

A sharp, piercing sound, like a hot knife cutting into butter.

The highly condensed power of the lightning tribulation erupted instantly, and the violent path of destruction spread wildly along the runic veins of the light screen.

The originally resilient water-based Daoist energy was completely defeated by the domineering lightning and evaporated in an instant.

With a crisp "crack," the entire light screen, like a shattered mirror, turned into countless specks of light and dissipated into the air.

"It's done!"

Dao Ancestor Xuefeng's face lit up with joy.

However, before the two could breathe a sigh of relief, the passage ahead suddenly shook.

One by one, the ancient runes on the walls on both sides of the passage lit up.

One way, two ways, three ways...

In the blink of an eye.

Dozens of light curtains appeared out of thin air, layer upon layer, completely blocking the road ahead.

These light curtains are of different colors and have completely different auras.

Some were fiery red, radiating scorching heat.

Some were pitch black, filled with a demonic aura that corroded the mind and spirit.

Some, however, are sharp and piercing, formed by countless tiny sword energies interwoven together, exuding a chilling killing intent.

"This is... a chain restriction! And a trigger-based chain restriction at that. The owner of this secret realm is probably no ordinary person."

Dao Ancestor Xuefeng's expression turned solemn.

"It seems that the core area of ​​the Xuanwu Palace is not so easy to enter."

Ye Yang's gaze swept over the layers of restrictions before him, and instead of being solemn, a burning fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, please cover for me."

Before he finished speaking, he had already taken a step forward, and his aura exploded outwards.

That ancient thunder source power that had just been absorbed.

At this moment, it surged within him, as if it had found an outlet.

He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a longsword formed from golden-purple lightning appeared in his palm. Lightning patterns surged across the blade, exuding unparalleled dominance.

This is a perfect combination of his insights from years of practicing the way of the sword and the power of the tribulation lightning.

Although the Evil King Blade was damaged during the process of breaking through to the Thunder Tribulation Realm.

However, at this moment, after breaking through to the Thunder Tribulation Realm, Ye Yang was able to carry himself even without a Dao artifact.

The strength they can unleash far exceeds what ordinary people can imagine.

"break!"

Ye Yang let out a long roar and his figure moved like lightning, instantly rushing to the front of the first crimson light curtain.

He held the knife in both hands and slashed down suddenly.

This strike had no unnecessary frills, only the purest power and speed.

The lightning-struck longsword sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, striking the curtain of fire fiercely.

"boom!"

Thunder and fire clashed, and violent energy exploded instantly.

The crimson curtain of fire surged violently, like boiling magma, trying to devour the lightning.

However, after breaking through to the Thunder Tribulation Realm, Ye Yang's strength became incredibly domineering.

Golden-purple lightning power poured out wildly from the lightning-infused longsword, actually cleaving a huge rift in the curtain of fire.

Ye Yang flashed past unharmed.

Immediately following was the second layer of dark demonic energy restriction.

Ye Yang's sword thrusts remained undiminished. With a turn of the blade, the originally sweeping slashes transformed into a dense, rain-like net of blades.

Each blade of light contains the supremely yang and powerful thunderous force, which is the nemesis of these yin and evil demonic energies.

"Zi la la!"

Under the net of blades, the dark demonic energy was like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun, emitting a mournful cry, and was quickly purified and dissolved.

Another restriction was broken in response.

The third barrier was a wall of sword energy.

Ye Yang sheathed his knife and pointed his fingers like a sword.

He dedicated his life to spiritual practice and became an expert in both swordsmanship and martial arts.

At this moment, Ye Yang pointed out with one finger, his fingertip exuding an incomparably sharp sword intent.

It was also a sword beam formed from condensed lightning, but it possessed a greater degree of agility and sharpness than the previous lightning blade.

He did not directly confront the restriction composed of countless sword energies.

Instead, he moved swiftly, his fingertips flashing with lightning sword energy, striking the restriction hundreds of times in an instant.

Each click landed precisely on a node of a tiny sword aura that made up the restriction.

Ye Yang's movements were as fast as a ghost.

However, in the eyes of Dao Ancestor Xuefeng, all he could see was a blur and countless bursts of lightning and sparks.

When Ye Yang stopped, the seemingly indestructible sword energy restriction suddenly let out a mournful cry of being unable to bear the burden.

Then, with a loud "boom," it completely collapsed, turning into scattered sword intent that dissipated in all directions.

And so, Ye Yang, like a tireless war god, continued his journey through the narrow passage.

The blades flashed, the sword energy crisscrossed, and the thunder roared.

Whether it's the Five Elements Restriction, the Illusionary Maze, or the Barrier of Killing Intent that tests one's mind.

Before his absolute power, which combined the dual paths of swordsmanship and the power of lightning tribulation, everything was as fragile as paper and was repeatedly blasted apart.

Dao Ancestor Xuefeng followed behind.

From the initial readiness to lend a helping hand, to the later amazement, and finally, to a face full of shock and a wry smile.

He considered himself a Dao Ancestor with extraordinary strength, but compared to those at the Thunder Tribulation Dao Realm, he felt a significant gap.

Especially now, standing before this Thunder Tribulation Dao Ancestor, he felt the difference between the Thunder Tribulation Dao Realm and the Refining Void Dao Realm.

Ye Daozu's fighting style is too domineering and too pure.

Especially in swordsmanship, Wu Shuang was already a master.

When launching an attack, it seems as if it was born to "break through all laws".

"Boom!"

With the last barrier shattered by Ye Yang's punch, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

A fresh and tranquil atmosphere wafted over me.

This contrasted sharply with the passage behind him, which was filled with an aura of violence and ruin.

What appeared before the two of them was a vast underground space.

In the center of the space, there is a lake.

The lake water was crystal clear and calm, without a single ripple, like a giant mirror embedded in the earth.

A light mist hangs over the lake, and exotic flowers and plants that emit a soft glow dot the surrounding area, making the whole scene look like a fairyland.

On the shore of the lake stands an ancient stone tablet.

The lake is inscribed with three large, elegant characters: Mirror Lake.

Does Mirror Lake...reflect one's true self?

As Xuefeng Daozu looked at the lake, he murmured to himself, his expression becoming more solemn than ever before.

He could sense that this seemingly calm lake contained a profound and mysterious Daoist charm, far more dangerous than the previous restrictions.

The previous trials tested "strength," but this one will likely test "heart."

Ye Yang also stood by the lake, his gaze fixed on the calm surface of the water.

His figure was clearly reflected in the lake.

However, when he looked closely, he noticed that the reflection in the lake was gradually changing.

The outline of the reflection remained unchanged; it was still his appearance.

But those eyes turned blood red, filled with an endless desire for killing and destruction.

An extremely sharp and pure killing intent surged from the reflection, as if to tear apart this tranquil space.

"This is……"

Ye Yang's pupils suddenly contracted.

He recognized that look; it was the look he had seen when he had pushed his killing intent to its limit during countless life-or-death battles.

That was pure "struggle".

They fight for survival, for the Great Dao, and for resources for cultivation.

This is a pure act of "breaking," shattering all obstacles and slaying all enemies. (End of Chapter)