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

And far away was the bloodthirsty wolf Wang Dong.

But he didn't know that his father had left this world forever.

After Wang Xijing passed away.

The sect fell into deep mourning.

The disciples were all dressed in white and looked sad.

A solemn funeral ceremony was held for him in the sect's main hall.

Wang Xijing's growth was almost accompanied by the rise of Feitianmen.

Many of his disciples grew up under his guidance.

So when they heard the news of the second elder's death, everyone felt extremely sad.

In the hall, soft crying sounds echoed.

Bai Zizhen stood at the front with a solemn expression and red and swollen eyes.

Old friends are like fallen leaves in the wind, falling away one after another.

Nowadays, there are only a few of those old people left from the same period.

Wang Sandao has also grown old, with wrinkles all over his face.

Even the sword that had been carried on his back had been taken off.

He walked unsteadily into the hall, each step seeming particularly heavy.

He glanced around, slowly walked to Bai Zizhen, and patted him on the shoulder, trying to give some silent support.

“We are all old.”

There are only a few of those once familiar faces left now, and time has mercilessly taken the lives of too many of our peers.

In a trance, he thought of the scene in Shaoyang Cave in Wangyue Mountain again.

Before I knew it, it was already a hundred years ago.

at the same time.

Thousands of miles away.

Wang Dong was flying quickly past a mysterious ancient battlefield site.

This ancient battlefield is filled with a strong smell of blood and death, with ruins everywhere.

Powerful restrictions and the remaining spiritual light of magical weapons are intertwined.

Wang Dong moved back and forth carefully.

He could sense the danger here.

To get a breakthrough.

He has been training outside for many years, but the results have not been ideal.

"I have been practicing for many years and have been stuck in the late stage of martial arts for an unknown period of time, but there is still no sign of a breakthrough."

He sighed secretly.

Sudden.

I sensed a powerful spiritual energy fluctuation coming from deep within the ruins.

Wang Dong was delighted, thinking that he had discovered some priceless treasure, and rushed towards the source of the fluctuation without hesitation.

When he arrived, he found a gigantic canine monster fighting a mysterious black-robed monk.

The canine monster was as huge as a mountain, and it exuded a thick black mist.

The flames that spewed out of the mouth instantly burned the surrounding space and distorted it.

The black-robed monk was agile, holding a magical weapon like a wind-fire wheel that flashed with light. He cast one spell after another and fought the monster to a standstill.

The cultivation of both sides is very good.

Wang Dong concealed his breath, hid aside and observed quietly.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart. He turned around and a trace of doubt appeared on his face.

"Strange, after reaching my level of cultivation, I rarely have any impulses anymore."

"Why do I suddenly feel such a heartache, as if something important has slipped away from me in an instant?"

He was wondering where this special feeling in his heart came from.

in front.

The battle between the black-robed monk and the canine monster has already been decided.

The black-robed monk kept attacking with a magical weapon like a wind-fire wheel in his hand, spitting out wind and fire. After a while, he chopped the dog-like monster to the ground.

The monster let out a scream that shook the earth, and its huge body fell to the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust.

When the black-robed monk was about to collect the inner elixir of the monster, he suddenly sensed Wang Dong's presence.

"Who?"

The black-robed monk turned around.

A fierce gust of wind and fire shot directly towards Wang Dong.

Wang Dong was unable to dodge, and at the critical moment, the two gourds behind him touched each other to resist the opponent's attack.

However, the opponent was so aggressive that he was knocked back a few steps by the huge impact force.

"A bit advanced, are you?"

The black-robed monk walked up to Wang Dong and looked at him coldly. "Who are you? Hiding behind a certain family, what are you trying to do secretly?"

At this moment, Monk Anpao looked at Wang Dong, especially at the two gourds behind him, staring at them for a long time before speaking.

"Could it be Wang Dong, the bloodthirsty wolf from Feitian Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Dong hurried to pay his respects.

"I wonder who the senior is?"

The man smiled and then said.

"People from the outside are not worthy of mentioning. I was once listed on the Demon Slayer Ranking. I was honored and was called the Black Robe Golden Lion. Before, during the Star Conference, I once paid homage to Patriarch Ye, who was an expert in both swords and knives."

"I didn't mean to attack you just now. We are not acquainted without fighting. Please forgive me, fellow Taoist."

"It turns out to be Senior Jin Ni in black robe."

Wang Dong took a look and saw that the other party was wearing a black robe, but his eyes were golden red, and he looked very majestic, just like a golden-eyed lion.

He had also heard of this old demon, who was also extremely daring and ruthless.

The most glorious achievement was that one person killed several monks who had reached the perfect martial arts realm overnight.

At this moment, the other party looked at Wang Dong and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Wang Dong's heart tightened, and his intuition told him that the other party was up to something.

"Is there something wrong, Senior?"

The black-robed Jin Ni's gaze softened a little.

"Why are you still here, Brother Wang? Do you know your father, Wang Xijing? He has... grown old."

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, instantly hitting Wang Dong's heart.

He couldn't believe his ears and his eyes widened.

"This is not... impossible! How could father..."

The black-robed Jin Ni sighed softly, his tone full of sympathy.

"Old Senior Wang passed away not long ago and has passed away. The news has now spread everywhere."

Wang Dong's body shook and he could hardly stand.

During this period, in order to find opportunities and break through the realm of true person, I have been looking for a place to practice in seclusion.

I haven't seen outsiders for a long time.

I suddenly heard this news at this moment.

He recalled his father's strict yet loving teachings when he was a child.

I remember the reluctant look in my father's eyes when I left home to practice, and the gratified smile on his face every time I returned home.

It all seemed to have happened just yesterday.

Tears involuntarily slid from the corners of my eyes, dripping onto the ground, making a slight sound.

At this moment, all the pride and strength turned into nothingness, leaving only deep sadness and nostalgia.

"Father……"

Wang Dong's voice was trembling and he could hardly speak.

He tried hard to calm down and decided to rush back to the sect immediately.

After saying goodbye to the black-robed Golden Lion.

Wang Dong was exhausted and anxious as he rushed back to the sect.

The steps that used to be unruly and heroic are now filled with heaviness and panic.

Every step he took seemed to step on his uneasy heart.

As he stepped into the familiar yet sad hall, his eyes were instantly drawn to his father's body lying quietly in the center.

The father who was once as majestic as a mountain and protected him as he grew up.

At this moment, it was like a sculpture that had been drained of its life, lying there quietly.

Although his father's face showed peace, his bloodless complexion and eyes that were no longer lively were like a sharp blade that pierced straight into Wang Dong's heart.

All the memories of the past, whether warm or harsh, were shattered to pieces.

Wang Dong's body swayed and he almost lost his balance. His eyes instantly turned red and tears flowed uncontrollably, rolling down his cheeks.

His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to his youth.

At that time, he was extremely talented, just like a dazzling star that had just emerged in the world of immortal cultivation, and his brilliance was so dazzling that others were envious.

Whether in competitions with fellow disciples or sect trials, he always stands out easily with his innate talent and draws cheers.

The expectant gazes of the elders and the admiration and praise of the peers follow me like a shadow.

However, the road to becoming an immortal slowly unfolds. The seemingly smooth road paved with flowers actually hides endless thorns and bumps.

As a result, he met Brother Ye, who was not very talented but made rapid progress.

In the process, I hesitated, felt confused, and was at a loss, and even felt jealous and resentful.

Every night, my father was afraid that he would develop inner demons and go astray.

They all called themselves to the bed.

I don’t know how many times I have been secretly taught, encouraged and supported.

(End of this chapter)