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

The thing was the size of a fist, with a chaotic color and extremely mysterious patterns flowing across its surface.

Those patterns seemed to be alive, slowly moving across the surface of the crystal.

Each trajectory contains some profound truth of the universe; just one glance is enough to shake one's mind and spirit.

What alarmed Ye Yang even more was the aura of yin and yang emanating from the crystal.

It even resonated slightly with the operation of the "Immortal Fixation Technique".

The runes deep within his consciousness trembled.

It's not rejection, it's longing.

It was a desire that came from instinct.

It was as if a missing piece of the "Immortal Fixation Technique" was hidden within that crystal.

Ye Yang's breathing became slightly rapid.

He had been practicing the "Immortal Stabilization Technique" for quite some time and was well aware of its power and demanding nature. It stabilized his soul and suppressed his inner demons, making him nearly invincible among those of the same level.

But the more he practiced, the more he felt that this technique seemed incomplete.

At that moment, the crystal gave him the answer.

The union of Yin and Yang... the harmony of Heaven and Earth... the birth of all things...

It has intricate connections with the Immortal-Stabilizing Technique.

"Fellow Daoist Ye..."

The voice of Tsukihime came from behind, but it was no longer as cold as usual.

The voice was soft and lingering, like melting honey, carrying a seductive charm that made one's bones melt.

Ye Yang turned around, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Tsukihime has completely lost her mind.

Her face was rosy, and her eyes were so dreamy they seemed to be brimming with tears.

Her red lips parted slightly, and her breath was hot and scorching, soaking a patch of her clothes at the chest.

Even more alarming was that her delicate hands were now trembling as they climbed up Ye Yang's back.

Her fingertips scratched wildly, trying to tear open his robe.

"Give it to me... Fellow Daoist Ye... Please, I need a man..."

Tsukihime's voice was choked with sobs and pleading.

Her voluptuous body pressed tightly against Ye Yang's back.

The amazing softness and heat emanating from the fabric almost melted away one's reason.

"Hey!"

The sound of tearing fabric was particularly jarring in the silent open space.

She tore a long slit in Ye Yang's outer robe, revealing his strong shoulders and back underneath.

Like a shark that has smelled blood, Tsukihime immediately pressed her hands against it.

The scalding palms roamed over his skin, sending shivers of tingling electricity through him.

"...I feel so bad...I really feel so bad..."

Ye Yang took a deep breath.

He is not a saint.

Yue Ji was already extremely beautiful, and now, under the influence of the yin-yang fusion energy, she became even more alluring and charming.

That full, soft touch, that burning, scalding body temperature.

Those murmured words, tinged with tears, were stirring the man's most primal nerves.

But now is not the time.

"Certainly."

Ye Yang gave a low shout and made a mysterious hand seal with his right hand.

A flash of golden light appeared at her fingertips, and a pale golden talisman materialized out of thin air and entered Yue Ji's brow.

The "Method of Fixing Immortals" was published.

Tsukihime's body suddenly stiffened, as if an invisible hand had pressed the pause button.

Her hands rested on Ye Yang's waist, her lips still slightly parted.

She was like a lifelike jade sculpture, frozen in the most touching moment.

Ye Yang gently pulled her away from him and let her lean against a relatively flat boulder behind him.

Tsukihime's posture was somewhat awkward, her clothes were disheveled, revealing a patch of snow-white skin and that bottomless cleavage.

During the earlier entanglement, the hem of her skirt was rolled up, revealing two long, shapely legs.

Ye Yang looked away, took out a spare outer robe from his storage bag, and covered her with it.

"excuse me."

He muttered something under his breath, then turned around to face the chaotic light and shadow once more.

time is limited.

The being within the light and shadow is awakening, its oppressive aura growing stronger with each passing moment; the danger increases with every delay.

He was determined to get that crystal.

Ye Yang flipped his hands over.

Left hand: Dragon Abyss Sword; Right hand: Evil King Blade.

The Dragon Abyss Sword, with its dragon eyes slightly open, seemed as if it might awaken at any moment.

Dark red patterns flowed along the blade of the Evil King's Blade, resembling congealed bloodstains.

One righteous, one evil; one sword, one knife.

Ye Yang activated both of these magical treasures simultaneously.

The power within his body poured out like a flood bursting its banks.

"go with!"

He waved both hands simultaneously, the Dragon Abyss Sword transforming into a streak of azure light, and the Evil King Blade into a streak of black light.

The sword and the blade, like two swimming dragons, intertwined and coiled in the air, shooting towards the chaotic crystal.

The Art of Swordsmanship – Twin Dragons Snatching the Pearl!
The blue rainbow and the black light drew two graceful arcs in the air.

They crashed into the chaotic light and shadow simultaneously, one from the left and one from the right.

"boom!"

A deafeningly loud bang.

An even more terrifying pressure suddenly erupted!

Ye Yang groaned, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but he clenched his fists even tighter.

"come out!"

He roared, and the runes of the "Immortal Fixation Technique" in his sea of ​​consciousness began to operate wildly, pushing his divine soul power to its limit.

The Dragon Abyss Sword and the Evil King Blade simultaneously emitted deafening dragon roars and blade cries, their power suddenly surging, like two real dragons tearing through the barrier of light and shadow.

Wrap that chaotic crystal up!
"Buzz!"

The crystal emitted a long, resonant hum the moment it was rolled up.

The sound pierced through time and space, reaching deep into Ye Yang's soul.

The next moment, the world changed color.

Ye Yang felt a blur before his eyes, and the surrounding scenery suddenly shattered. The Jianmu tree vanished, the ruins vanished, and Yue Ji vanished as well.

He stood in a void.

No, it is not emptiness.

This place... is a battlefield.

The sky was shattered, like a broken mirror, revealing patches of pitch-black nothingness.

The earth was scorched black, cracked open with countless bottomless ravines, and lava gushed from the fissures, burning everything to ashes.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and burning, along with a chilling aura of death.

In the center of this battlefield, a tree is falling.

It was a tree so large it defied description.

Its canopy has pierced through fragments of the sky, and its root system covers the entire earth.

But it is dying.

The tree trunk was covered with huge cracks, and golden sap gushed out like blood.

Countless branches broke and fell, each one as huge as a mountain, crashing to the ground and raising clouds of dust that blotted out the sky.

The towering Jianmu tree.

Ye Yang's pupils contracted sharply.

This is... a catastrophe from ancient times!
He saw it.

On the Jianmu tree, countless Taoist figures were fighting.

There were immortals riding on auspicious clouds, giants surrounded by demonic energy, sword cultivators flying on swords, and rogue cultivators wielding magical treasures... Their numbers numbered in the tens of thousands, densely covering the entire sky.

Every breath, cultivators fell, their corpses falling like raindrops.

The blood of immortals fell across the sky, dyeing the clouds a golden-red.

Fragments of the magical artifact scattered everywhere, and the mournful cries of the spirit beasts echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

At the very top of the Jianmu tree, where the sky shattered, several extremely blurry figures were fighting.

Ye Yang couldn't see the faces of those figures, or even their movements.

He could only sense that the aftershocks of each battle were enough to cause the void within a radius of tens of thousands of miles to collapse and countless cultivators to be instantly reduced to ashes.

That was a battle that transcended the comprehension of ordinary people.

That was... a true battle between immortals!

"boom."

A deafening roar.

The main trunk of the Jianmu tree broke.

The colossal pillar that supported the heavens and the earth broke in half, its upper half slowly tilting down and crashing into the earth with a devastating force.

The sky is falling.

Ye Yang saw that as the Jianmu tree broke, the sky shattered completely, revealing the endless dark void behind it.

And in that darkness, there seemed to be something even more terrifying, watching over this world.

That was something he couldn't understand, something he couldn't look at directly.

With just a fleeting glance, Ye Yang felt his soul was about to collapse!
"puff!"

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the illusion before his eyes shattered like a bubble.

The battlefield disappeared, the immortals disappeared, and the collapsed Jianmu tree disappeared as well.

Ye Yang returned to the open space beneath the ruins of the Jianmu tree and stood on the grayish-white sand.

A crystal appeared in his palm.

A chaotic-colored crystal.

"Immortal! Immortal has obtained a treasure! This lowly demon congratulates you! Immortal's blessings are boundless, and the path to the Great Dao is within your reach!"

The demonic insect's voice suddenly rang out, filled with obsequious flattery.

Its compound eyes gleamed with an eerie light, and its body trembled slightly, seemingly even more excited than Ye Yang.

Ye Yang lowered his head and looked at the demonic insect that was limp at his feet.

"Congratulations?"

His voice was eerily calm.

"You saw this thing made my hand swollen?"

"Yes...yes...this little demon saw it..."

But as soon as he uttered those words, the demonic insect sensed something was wrong, and its compound eyes suddenly contracted.

The six pairs of segmented legs of the demon insect began to tremble violently.

"No...no...Immortal...this little demon..."

"Immortal, please—"

"The Evil King".

Ye Yang didn't even give it a chance to finish speaking.

The jet-black scalpel rose with a sound, its blade radiating a chilling and menacing aura.

With a single stroke, it fell.

Silently.

The demon insect's body was neatly split in two.

A jet-black fluid gushed out, emitting a pungent, fishy stench.

A wisp of grayish-white light drifted out from the corpse; it was the soul of the demonic insect, so weak it was almost transparent.

It desperately tried to escape, but was firmly held back by the dark red light emanating from the Evil King Blade.

"No, please, immortal, spare my life! This lowly demon is willing to acknowledge you as my master and serve you as my slave for generations. Please spare me!"

Ye Yang remained indifferent.

"late."

With a flick of his wrist, the dark red light on the Evil King Blade suddenly surged.

It was as if a gaping maw had been opened, swallowing the wisp of grayish-white soul whole.

The demonic insect's soul let out a short, miserable scream before completely dissipating.

The Evil King Blade trembled slightly, and the dark red patterns on its blade seemed to intensify, while the murderous aura it emitted became even more solid.

This knife can devour souls to strengthen itself.

Ye Yang sheathed his sword, glanced at the corpse of the demonic insect on the ground, and his gaze remained calm and unwavering.

From the moment the demonic insect attempted to ambush him with a secret technique of the divine soul, he had already harbored murderous intent towards that insect soul.

Its subsequent behavior while leading the way further confirmed to him that this insect spirit harbored ill intentions.

Its flattery was too deliberate.

How could a worm demon that has parasitized the Jianmu tree for ten thousand years really be so weak and incompetent?

So Ye Yang kept waiting.

Ye Yang withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards Yue Ji.

Then, he paused slightly.

Tsukihime's condition was worse than he had imagined. (End of Chapter)