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

Time flies by, and before we know it, a hundred years have passed.

Every time I retreat to break through the bottleneck, it is like groping for a closed door alone in the dark, not knowing where it leads to or whether I can push it open.

Every time I go out for experience, I brush shoulders with life and death. If I’m not careful, I’ll be doomed.

Time flies quietly on this bumpy and dangerous journey of cultivating immortals.

What is always indispensable is the guidance of the father.

Before he knew it, he had lived in this world for nearly two hundred years.

Even if he is the best among the warriors.

Although he had reached the pinnacle, most of his life had already passed away quietly.

The lofty ambitions of the past have gradually been covered with a veil of vicissitudes under the erosion of time and difficulties and obstacles.

Looking at his father's body, Wang Dong felt an unprecedented sadness and emotion in his heart.

In this cruel battle for immortality, others may be able to provide temporary assistance and share some experience.

But when you are really faced with a life-and-death dilemma and the shackles of breaking through the realm.

Ultimately, you have to cross the river on your own, just like a lone boat sailing on stormy waves with no one to steer the ship for you.

In this complex emotion of grief and enlightenment.

Wang Dong slowly closed his eyes.

"Father, you gave up the Sun Crystal and gave me the opportunity to break through to the Realm of a True Person. It's just that your son is not up to the standard and did not fulfill your wish."

"But this time, I will break through to the realm of a real person no matter what."

In a trance, he thought of Ye Yang's previous teachings again.

"Junior Brother Wang, cultivation is like this. The path to immortality is difficult. If we want to climb, we can only do it on our own. In this life, we must learn to fulfill ourselves."

“Even if the road ahead is blocked, as long as there is hope in your heart, there will always be a day when the sun shines brightly.”

He bowed silently to Wang Xijing's body.

Whispering softly: "Father, I will definitely carry on your expectations and continue on this immortal road, and live up to your expectations."

A heart full of sorrow, memories of the past, and expectations for the future, all sink deep into my heart.

Wang Dong suddenly had an epiphany.

"The road to immortality is difficult. If you want to climb it, you have to save yourself. In this life, you must learn to fulfill yourself."

"Donger, the path of cultivating immortals is like sailing against the current, with numerous difficulties and obstacles. Only by always keeping your original heart, not being confused by the flourishing flowers and brocades in the outside world, and not being shaken by the disturbances in your heart, can you find a ray of light in this vast immortal road."

He kept repeating this sentence.

Then he mobilized the spiritual power in his body, trying to merge with the surrounding world.

Wang Dong's breathing gradually stabilized.

At this moment, the accumulation of many years is like a river bursting its banks, vast and mighty, releasing all.

Breathing and moving in the same rhythm with this world.

The operation of every bit of magic power.

They all conform to the mysterious and hidden rules between heaven and earth.

The vast spiritual energy around him flowed like a gurgling stream into a river, and all gathered on his body from the Feitian Sect's vast veins and the Yin-Yang Guixu Formation.

Naturally powerful.

In this state of ecstasy.

Wang Dong keenly felt that the majestic spiritual energy between heaven and earth was slowly gathering towards him as if it was being called.

Strands of spiritual power are endless.

It flowed into his meridians and internal organs, nourishing every inch of his flesh and blood, every part of his body.

With the continuous influx and tempering of spiritual energy, a secret place in his body suddenly opened up.

A warm force began to nourish every inch of his flesh and blood, every part of his body.

This power was as delicate as the spring drizzle and as warm as the summer sunshine, making his body feel unprecedented comfort and vitality.

Under the continuous tempering of this power, the dantian in his body suddenly opened up, as if a ray of light broke out from the darkness.

His mind moved, and he immediately used the method of inner vision to examine himself, only to see a hint of purple light appearing in his dantian.

The purple light is not dazzling, but gives people a soft and vibrant feeling.

"I have finally reached the Purple Mansion realm."

The Purple Palace began to emerge, emitting a mysterious and deep purple light, shining brightly.

At this moment, his heart was filled with indescribable excitement and joy.

"The Purple Palace has been completed, the spiritual roots are stable, and the next step is the critical moment to make further progress on the road of cultivation."

He thought silently, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

The Purple Palace began to emerge, emitting a mysterious and deep purple light, shining brightly.

With a throbbing sound.

The sound spread throughout the Feitian Gate.

On the other side, in the illusory world, Ye Yang looked at the vast spiritual lake in front of him.

Just now in this spiritual lake, Ye Yang was affected by a force of illusion, and he transformed from a staggering baby into a sturdy teenager.

Then to an old man in the twilight of his life.

Ye Yang seemed to be watching his own life.

next moment.

Ye Yang's spirit returns to the real world.

At this moment, Ye Yang's consciousness returned to his body like a tide.

He only felt that the spiritual energy in his body seemed to have been tempered by a fierce fire, becoming more powerful and condensed.

But his mind was still lingering with all the joys and sorrows in the fantasy world. The scenes of birth, aging, sickness and death, and the cruelty of the struggle between the sects still left a deep impression on him.

Slowly waking up from that dreamlike yet dangerous illusion,

Ye Yang stood in front of the formation that exuded an ancient and mysterious aura, his face as calm as water.

He followed the method carefully taught by Yuan Yidao Patriarch, and his hands danced like nimble spirit butterflies.

Complex and exquisite seals are formed one by one at the fingertips.

With the perfect conclusion of the last seal, faint light gushed out from the base of the formation like a spiritual spring.

Ye Yang's figure appeared and disappeared in the light curtain.

"Sir, you must be a spy from the Northern Sect."

At this time, the flower ghost on one side was swaying its petals, and the face on the petals kept shaking.

However, Ye Yang did not take her words to heart.

Instead, he focused his attention on the big lake in front of him.

"It's almost there, the Spiritual Source Stone is just ahead."

Ye Yang had a thought in his mind, a hint of excitement appeared on his face, and his eyes were filled with anticipation.

He took a deep breath and quickly formed complicated hand seals with his hands. Every gesture was precise and accurate, as if he had practiced it in his mind countless times.

As the last gesture of the Void Resurrection Sword Seal was completed, Ye Yang let out a light shout.

"rise!"

As Ye Yang's voice fell.

Immediately, in this vast air, spiritual energy surged in from all directions.

It seemed as if countless special powers were mobilized by him, gathering into rays of light like swords and bright stars, rotating around him.

These starlights gradually condensed into a huge formation diagram, with Ye Yang standing in the center of the formation.

As the formation was activated, a powerful attraction emanated from Ye Yang, pointing directly at the dark blue lake in front of him.

Attracted by this huge force, the lake water was slightly rippling.

Then, several blue lights slowly rose from the bottom of the lake and gradually became clearly visible.

When they reached mid-air, the blue lights appeared and turned out to be several transparent crystals.

They were suspended quietly in the air, emitting a faint blue light.

The crystals are about the size of a fist, shaped like octagonal prisms, with a surface as smooth as a mirror and a seemingly flowing light inside. Each one seems to contain the luster of the entire world and keeps beating.

"Is this the legendary spiritual source stone?"

Ye Yang whispered to himself, he didn't expect it would be so easy to get this treasure.

The next moment, Ye Yang slowly stretched out his hands, and the several spiritual source stones immediately floated to his hands.

Ye Yang lightly touched one of the crystals with his fingertips, and immediately felt a warm and pure power flowing into his body, which made him feel refreshed.

He put away the spiritual source stones and headed towards the exit of the spiritual virtual world.

"This is the headquarters of the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect. Now that we have found our target, we should not stay here for too long."

"Leave here as soon as possible and return to your own place of cultivation, so that you can better study these spiritual source stones."

Ye Yang has made a decision.

Just as Ye Yang was about to take a step forward, a faint voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Sir, wait."

The sound is as thin as a mosquito.

He turned his head and saw that Hua Gui had been standing not far away, with a barely perceptible worry in his eyes.

"Is there anything wrong?" Ye Yang stopped and asked.

Hua Gui hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke.

"My Lord, I have lived in this illusory world for many years. I have never seen the prosperity of the outside world, nor have I seen too many living creatures. It is so boring."

"I heard there is a species called two-legged sheep, which looks a lot like you. I really want to go and see it."

"I wonder if you can take the little one out and regain your freedom." (End of this chapter)