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

Ye Yang stomped down.

The giant insect's shell cracked as it was trampled, and black fluid seeped out from the cracks, instantly emitting a foul stench.

"Spare me...spare my life!"

The voice of the demonic insect's soul was no longer arrogant; it was now filled with terror and humility.

They trembled at Ye Yang's feet.

"This lowly demon was blind and offended the immortal! I beg for your mercy! I am willing to offer up everything I know, just to spare my life!"

Ye Yang did not loosen his grip on the ground, but simply stared at it coldly.

"Tell me, where exactly does the Daoist essence of the celestial spirits reside?"

Upon hearing this, a subtle cunning glint flashed in the demon insect's compound eyes, and its voice became even more obsequious.

"I am willing to say, I am willing to say, it is right ahead... beneath the main trunk of the Jianmu tree."

"The legacy of that true spirit is sealed within. This lowly demon is willing to guide the immortal, only begging for mercy..."

Its sound suddenly became ethereal, carrying a strange rhythm.

The sound pierced the eardrums and went straight to the soul, causing people to involuntarily lower their guard and feel drowsy.

"Fellow Daoist Ye..."

Tsukihime called softly from a distance, her voice tinged with a dreamy quality, and her beautiful eyes welled up with tears.

Ye Yang felt a slight heaviness in his mind, and then the "Immortal Fixing Technique" deep within his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly activated, and a clear stream instantly dispelled the illusion.

His eyes regained their clarity and sharpness.

That insect demon has some nerve.

They even had ulterior motives.

"It seems you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin."

Ye Yang raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers joined together, and a wisp of pale golden sword light condensed at the tip of his finger.

The light was not dazzling, but it carried a powerful pressure that made one's soul tremble.

"no, do not want!"

The demonic insect sensed the terrifying aura contained within the spiritual light and struggled desperately, but was firmly suppressed by the power beneath Ye Yang's feet and could not move.

"Immortal, spare me! This little demon will never dare to do it again! Never again!"

"late."

Ye Yang remained indifferent, and with a gentle flick of his fingertip, the golden light pierced into the head of the demonic insect like an invisible blade.

"what!"

The demonic insect let out an extremely shrill scream, and its entire body convulsed violently.

It then rolled wildly on the ground, its six pairs of segmented legs kicking haphazardly, digging deep furrows into the ground.

Its wings flapped desperately, but it couldn't take off and could only writhe painfully in the dust.

Ye Yang's attack precisely erased most of its soul.

The pain of having one's soul torn apart is a thousand times, ten thousand times more severe than physical trauma.

After a while, the demonic insect gradually calmed down, collapsing limply in the pit, too exhausted to even struggle. Its aura was extremely weak, and the light in its compound eyes became dim and cloudy, devoid of its previous cunning and ferocity.

"Now."

Ye Yang's voice remained cold.

“Lead the way. If you try anything again, next time you will be annihilated, body and soul.”

The demonic insect struggled to move its body, its voice weak and trembling.

"Yes...this little demon...this little demon wouldn't dare..."

It slowly crawled out of the pit, dragging its broken body, and crawled deeper into the Jianmu tree.

Ye Yang glanced back at Yue Ji and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Tsukihime took a deep breath, suppressed her fear, and quickly followed.

The two people and the insect made their way through the ruins toward the main trunk of the Jianmu tree.

The deeper you go, the more desolate the surrounding scenery becomes.

The lush green branches and abundant leaves that were once visible on the outside gradually disappeared, replaced by withered, gray vines.

Like the outstretched arms of dying old men, twisted and grotesque.

The ground was covered with decaying leaves, which made a dull rustling sound when stepped on and gave off a damp, putrid smell.

An indescribable sense of oppression filled the air, as if an invisible giant hand was slowly closing in.

Yue Ji seemed somewhat frightened and subconsciously moved closer to Ye Yang, her voluptuous body almost touching his arm.

Ye Yang paid no attention, his gaze remaining fixed on the ever-approaching trunk of the Jianmu tree ahead.

The main trunk, like a giant pillar supporting the heavens and the earth, was astonishingly thick.

It is estimated to be tens of miles in diameter, piercing the clouds and with no top in sight.

Standing beneath the tree now, the trunk is covered with the marks of time.

The bark is cracked, revealing the grayish-white wood underneath. In many places, it is even rotten and hollow, like a senile giant that may fall at any moment.

"It's...it's just ahead..."

"It's a demon insect," the demon insect said weakly.

Ye Yang looked up and saw that beneath the main trunk of the Jianmu tree was an extremely open space.

There was no vegetation on the open ground, only grayish-white sand and huge skeletons scattered everywhere.

The skeletons were of various shapes; some resembled birds, some resembled beasts, and some even vaguely resembled human figures.

They lay quietly in the sand, having endured countless millennia, their bones petrified and their surfaces covered with cracks.

At the very center of these skeletons, where the massive roots of the Jianmu tree intertwine, there is a blurry shadow of light.

The light and shadow were not bright; in fact, they were dim, like a candle flame that could be extinguished at any moment.

But the moment Ye Yang's gaze fell upon it, his heart clenched!
An indescribable aura emanated from the light and shadow.

That was not a fluctuation of spiritual energy, nor a rhythm of laws, but a more primal, purer, and more vast power!

It's like the primordial chaos at the beginning of time, like the origin before the birth of all things!
Ye Yang's breath hitched.

He possessed the "Immortal Fixation Technique," and his sea of ​​consciousness was guarded by celestial runes from the upper realm, making his mental fortitude far superior to that of other cultivators of the same level.

But at this moment, facing that blurry light and shadow, he actually had the illusion of being as insignificant as dust.

It was as if a true god resided within that light and shadow.

"That...that is..." Yue Ji's voice trembled, her face was as pale as paper, and her delicate body went limp.

The aura emanating from that light and shadow was terrifying. Even though it wasn't directed at her, its residual power alone made it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She felt her legs go weak and her body was burning hot. A strange feeling she had never experienced before rose from her body, making her cheeks flush and her breathing rapid.

"Fellow Daoist Ye... Ye..."

She called out softly, her voice carrying a hint of allure that she herself was unaware of.

One hand unconsciously landed on Ye Yang's shoulder, and her voluptuous body pressed almost completely against it.

The skin behind me felt soft yet burning hot; I could feel the intense heat emanating from her skin even through her clothes.

Ye Yang frowned slightly and glanced at her sideways.

Tsukihime's appearance at this moment was quite different from her usual self.

An unnatural flush appeared on her usually cool face, her beautiful eyes were unfocused, her red lips were slightly parted, and her breath was sweet as orchids.

Especially her elegant moon-white dress was soaked with sweat.

Clinging tightly to the body, it outlines breathtaking curves.

Her full, ample breasts seemed to burst out of her clothes, trembling slightly with her rapid breathing, creating a deep cleavage.

She was like a ripe peach, exuding an alluring fragrance that made one want to take a bite.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, I don't know why... I feel so uncomfortable... Could you help me relieve this urge?"

Yueji's voice was tinged with a sob as she climbed her arms around Ye Yang's neck, her burning cheeks pressed against his shoulder, her delicate body twisting slightly.

The soft touch rubbed against Ye Yang's arm, bringing waves of blissful numbness.

Ye Yang's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand to press on her shoulder, channeling a cool spiritual energy into her body.

Tsukihime trembled slightly, the dazed look in her eyes receded a little, but the flush on her face remained, and her breathing was still rapid.

"That aura... is problematic."

Ye Yang said in a deep voice, his gaze returning to the ball of light and shadow.

Just then, the demonic insect that had collapsed on the ground suddenly spoke.

"Immortal... Immortal..."

Its voice was weak, yet carried a strange ambiguity.

"That phantom...that phantom...possesses...an extremely dense aura of yin and yang intertwining..."

"Although I don't know what that thing is, I have lived on this Jianmu tree for ten thousand years, so my sense of aura is extremely keen..."

"That luminous figure... is sealed within... likely an extraordinary being related to the Dao of Yin and Yang..."

Ye Yang's pupils contracted slightly.

Yin and Yang in union?

He looked at the ball of light and shadow again, and sure enough, this time, upon careful sensing, he could vaguely detect a strange rhythm within that vast and boundless aura.

The rhythm carries the fusion of yin and yang, the propagation and life of all things.

It is not obscene; in fact, it can be said to be sacred, carrying a profound mystery of simplicity.

However, when this aura comes into contact with a cultivator's soul, it creates an irresistible temptation, stimulating the most primal desires within the body.

The reason why Yueji lost her composure was because her cultivation was still shallow and her mind was invaded by this aura.

"Immortal..."

The demonic insect's voice rang out again.

"Little demon... Little demon senses... the existence within that light and shadow... seems... seems not to have completely perished..."

"It...it is asleep...but its breath...is slowly awakening..."

Ye Yang felt a chill run down his spine.

Awakening?

He stared intently, and sure enough, the originally dim light and shadow seemed to be slowly becoming brighter at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

An even greater pressure emanated from the light and shadow, making it hard for people to breathe.

Yueji's body went limp, and she almost collapsed to the ground. She clung tightly to Ye Yang's arm with both hands, barely managing to stay upright.

Her consciousness was already somewhat blurred, and she was muttering incoherent words.

Her burning hot body pressed tightly against Ye Yang, as if trying to draw a bit of coolness from him.

Ye Yang took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent thoughts in his mind, and fixed his gaze on the ball of light and shadow.

He finally saw it clearly.

A figure could be vaguely discerned within the light and shadow.

The figure was not clear; only an outline could be seen.

But even just that silhouette exudes a majesty that makes one want to bow down and worship.

Is she an immortal?
Ye Yang didn't know.

He had never seen a real immortal and could not confirm it.

But he was certain that the being in that light and shadow, even if not a true immortal, was definitely an existence infinitely close to that level.

even……

He's an immortal!
"Buzz!"

Just then, the light and shadow suddenly trembled slightly and emitted a low hum.

Ye Yang's body jolted violently, his face instantly turned pale, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, which he swallowed back down.

Yue Ji let out a muffled groan, her eyes rolled back, and she nearly fainted, her body limply hanging on Ye Yang.

"S-senpai..."

The demonic insect trembled with fear, its voice shaking.

"It...it's waking up..."

Ye Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze passing through the ball of light and shadow, and saw something deeper inside.

It was a fist-sized crystal suspended in the center of the root of the Jianmu tree.

The crystal was a chaotic color, with extremely mysterious patterns flowing across its surface, emanating an aura that shared the same origin as the light and shadow.

That, I suppose, is what the Old Ancestor Canghai was referring to...

A pivotal opportunity for Mahayana Buddhism! (End of Chapter)