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

With a crisp cracking sound, the crystal ball instantly turned into powder and scattered in the air.

The surrounding sea of ​​flowers began to dissipate rapidly, and the petals fluttered in all directions as if pulled by some force, eventually revealing a bright blue sun above.

The sun shines through the clouds, and the petals scatter. The sun shines down from above, bringing light and warmth to the earth.

Ye Yang frowned and looked ahead, at this moment in his sight.

The sea of ​​flowers in front gradually disappeared, and a figure slowly emerged in the center of the sea of ​​flowers.

It was a strange figure, whose lower body was like the rhizome of an emerald green vine with several broad green leaves on it, and at the very top was a flower with seven-colored petals blooming, and above the petals was a beautiful woman's face.

At this moment, Ye Yang easily found the crystal ball in the center of the sea of ​​flowers and found her location.

It seemed as if she had not expected the sudden change.

Ye Yang's eyes were fixed on this creature, and an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart.

"who are you?"

He asked, a hint of alarm in his voice.

The woman did not answer his question directly, but spoke in a gentle but majestic voice.

"I am a reflection of your inner self, a part of your soul. You can call me Heart Flower."

"My inner manifestation?"

"Yes, I am a mirror deep in your heart, reflecting your truest thoughts and desires. You came here to find the secret of the spiritual world, but in fact, you are also looking for yourself."

Ye Yang frowned, and smiled coldly the next moment.

"What a joke! When has Ye ever thought of a monster like you? These words can be used to deceive those young cultivators who have just entered the world of cultivation. They can even deceive them."

"Don't show off your cleverness in front of me."

Ye Yang's voice suddenly became a little colder, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable firmness.

"Tell me, where is the entrance to the spiritual realm?"

Hearing Ye Yang's questioning, the flower demon shook her head, her voice filled with a hint of helplessness.

"I don't know. I only know that I have been here since I was born. Although I have gained some consciousness, my knowledge is limited and I cannot give you the answer you want."

When Ye Yang heard this, his brows furrowed and anger rose in his heart.

This place is close to the Lietian Sword Sect. Without their tacit consent, how could this flower demon survive here for so long?

The other party's words were not quite honest.

The next moment, he flicked his fingers lightly, and the Tianya Sword Finger was activated. An extremely sharp sword energy suddenly appeared in the void, like a thunder, falling from the sky and rushing forward.

Click!
A petal of the flower demon had been cut off by the sword energy.

The petals shattered and fell, spilling bright red blood.

"It hurts, it hurts so much, you monk are so strong."

The flower demon screamed in pain!

My body trembled involuntarily.

Ye Yang walked slowly forward, came in front of the flower demon, his eyes were sharp and his tone was cold.

"I have heard of a special kind of monster called flower ghosts. They absorb the power of illusions and are born just like you."

"Just being able to cultivate to the warrior realm is already extraordinary. For someone like you to be able to grow to the true person realm, you must have absorbed the spiritual power of the illusion for thousands or even tens of thousands of years."

"It even absorbed the white bones of countless monks."

"If you don't tell the truth, I'm afraid you won't end up well."

The flower demon felt the powerful aura emanating from Ye Yang, and couldn't help but feel a little afraid.

But she still tried to stay calm and responded in a weak voice.

"I...I really don't know. But maybe, I can help you find clues."

"Since there is something untrue in what you said, you can't blame a certain family for being ruthless."

After saying that, Ye Yang waved his sleeves, and the scaly demon elephant suddenly emerged from his sleeves.

Then, the scaly demon elephant stretched out a pair of bronze hands, tightly grasped the flower stem, and then pulled it out fiercely.

A huge force came, and the earth shook suddenly. A rough big hand pulled her out of the ground directly.

But that's why.

The flower ghost was pulled out in an instant.

Suddenly, the situation between heaven and earth changed drastically.

This dreamlike sea of ​​flowers seemed to be swept by a ruthless sandstorm and gradually disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there was a vast, dead and desolate desert. The scorching sun hung high in the sky, like a blazing fireball, pouring out its unbearable heat.

The sand under my feet was extremely hot, and every step I took felt like stepping into a blazing charcoal fire.

The burning sensation seemed to melt one's feet instantly.

The scorching heat and the dazzling sunlight intertwined together, making Ye Yang's vision blurry.

The next moment, Ye Yang activated his sword pupils, a red light flashed in his eyes, and the wind and sand around him stopped immediately.

Only then did Ye Yang discover that there were these undulating sand dunes that were surging like waves.

Some pale outlines were vaguely revealed.

It stands out in this golden scene.

Ye Yang perked up and slowly approached.

With his arrival, countless gusts of wind and sand flew everywhere, and the sand on the sand dunes was blown away by Ye Yang's strong wind.

When he saw the scene clearly, his heart sank.

As the sand slid down, we saw mountains of dead bones beneath the yellow sand.

The sandstorm became stronger and stronger, and more dead bones gradually appeared, layer upon layer, densely packed.

These bones are in various shapes and twisted into strange postures.

The white bones were twisted by a powerful and terrifying force in the last moment of life, and the limbs were bent at angles that defied common sense.

The pain and despair seemed to still be condensed on these eerie white bones after so many years.

Some are entangled and snuggled together.

It can be seen that some of them were close friends who shared the same ideals and interests during their lifetime.

In this desperate situation, they tried to support each other, but in the end they could not defeat fate and died in the illusion.

Some of them had marks of swords and weapons all over their bodies.

Or they may fight each other to death for cultivation resources.

In this world where resources for cultivating immortals are scarce and competition is fierce to the point of being cruel.

When faced with the appearance of a treasure that can change one's destiny.

The ugliness and selfishness of human nature may be magnified in an instant.

The former friendship and friendship collapsed in the face of the temptation of interests, and they drew their swords against each other.

In the end, both sides were defeated and fell under the yellow sand, leaving only the tangled bones.

"One general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of men..."

Ye Yang whispered.

Ye Yang's eyes slowly swept across this desolate place full of desolation and deathly silence.

An indescribable feeling of heaviness surged in my heart, like a surging tide.

The path to becoming an immortal is like a single-plank bridge, with thousands of troops competing to cross it, but only a few can successfully reach the other side.

The mountains of dead bones before our eyes are the tragic testimony of countless losers.

The owners of these dry bones were all monks who had bravely moved forward on the path of cultivating immortals with full of longing and passion.

Perhaps some of them were gifted, high-spirited, and possessed talents and potential that others envied, and they had also made their mark in the world of immortal cultivation.

With infinite yearning for the highest realm of immortality, they resolutely embarked on this long climbing journey full of unknowns and dangers.

However, he eventually fell in this desolate desert and became a pile of bones under the immortal road.

"It seems that we have entered the spiritual realm."

When Ye Yang saw this, he understood something.

"This illusion is indeed powerful. Even with my current level of cultivation, I was caught up in it unconsciously."

"That flower ghost must be a product of that illusory realm. In other words, the moment I saw it, I had already entered this illusory realm."

Countless cultivators fought against the sky, the earth, humans, and monsters.

After going through countless life and death tests, he still died here.
This shows that this illusory world is not as simple as imagined.
Ye Yang's thoughts were flying, and he became more cautious.

"come out."

After saying this, he stomped his foot, and the sand dunes beneath his feet immediately began to shake, as if affected by some powerful force, and the sand began to roll restlessly.

As he made this move, the air around him seemed to freeze, and an invisible pressure spread. (End of this chapter)