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

Hear this.

Another Dharma Master dressed in black robes echoed.

There was a barely perceptible glimmer of anger in his eyes.

“Outsiders may not know, but how could we not know that the Three Pure Ones Heavenly Dao Seal inheritance is extraordinary? With the branches and leaves of the innate seven-colored red sandalwood, we can definitely find the location of this person.”

After he said this, the other two couldn't help but nodded, as if they had thought of something.

One of them walked out, and after a while, he picked a handful of colorful sandalwood leaves with serrated edges.

After the leaf was brought into the house, it moved without wind, rolled over, and stood on his palm.

After a while, they arranged themselves and combined to form the two words "Feitian".

"Feitianmen?"

Several people looked at each other with surprise in their eyes, as if they had not expected that the Feitian Gate would be involved.

"The Feitian Sect has been quite prosperous in recent years, especially Ye Yang, who is an expert in both swords and sabers. He seems to have recently broken through to the Dharma Realm."

Hearing this, a hint of surprise appeared in the eyes of the other people.

After a while, someone spoke.

"The Three Pure Ones Heavenly Dao Seal is extraordinary. Although Feitian Sect has developed well in recent years, it has only been a short time since its rise, and there are many cultivators in the realm of True Person."

"And now, the only one who has the hope of breaking through to the Taoist realm is the one who is both a master of sword and saber."

"It must be that Ye Yang who used some unknown means to steal this supreme inheritance."

When the other person heard the name Ye Yang, he did not react like the others, but instead showed a trace of worry between his brows, and then spoke.

"I'm afraid this matter is not as simple as we thought. Right now, the struggle between South Peak and North Peak is fierce."

"Could it be that the people of Beifeng deliberately leaked the inheritance, and then let us confront Feitianmen and reap the benefits."

After these words were spoken, the other two people obviously also thought of this possibility.

"Indeed, this inheritance only exists in a few seniors. Currently, most of these people are in the sect. Only the ancestor Yuanyi is not here. He had a fight with the cultivators of the Netherworld and has not returned to the sect yet."

"I think the problem lies with him."

"Ye Yang is no ordinary person. We should be careful in our actions."

The white-haired immortal shook his head slightly, with a hint of hesitation on his face.

"But we can't sit idly by and watch such a major event."

"Let's investigate secretly first. If it's true as the rumors say, we must make him give our sect an explanation."

The black-robed master had a firm gaze, as if he had made up his mind.

At this time, Ye Yang did not know that he had been targeted by the Lietian Sword Sect.

In Feitian Gate.

Ye Yang was still meditating in the back mountain.

This place is transparent, quiet and full of spiritual energy.

The cave is located deep in the back mountain of Feitian Gate. The walls of the cave are covered with naturally formed spiritual patterns, emitting a soft glow.

It was noon, and the ancient trees were towering, with lush branches and leaves like a canopy, filtering in tiny wisps of sunlight, like golden dots falling on the ground.

The gentle breeze brings the rich fragrance of grass and trees and the subtle aroma of flowers, which is refreshing and refreshing.

Ye Yang sat cross-legged, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his clothes dancing in the wind, showing his free and easy demeanor.

The next moment, he slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were fixed on the phantom source stone in front of him.

His gaze was like an arrow that pierced through time and space, blazing and focused.

It seems as if he wants to thoroughly analyze every texture of the spiritual source stone.

now.

The spiritual source stone exudes a dreamy, blue and purple light.

The halo is hazy, like a lingering nebula, revealing endless mystery and charm.

In the past, it lay dormant in the depths of a secret realm, guarded by an eternal ban.

The diffuse fog is as thick as lead, like a materialized barrier that blocks outside prying eyes.

At this moment, he put aside all distracting thoughts, his heart was as calm as a quiet lake without a single ripple.

He slowly stretched out his hands, palms facing up, and the magic power flowed out from the meridians in his body like a trickle. The magic power on his fingertips was weak at first, and then became more and more powerful, like a silver snake, winding and circling on his palms.

The moment when the magic power touches the spiritual source stone.

After being injected with Ye Yang's magic power, the spiritual source stone seemed to be an ancient beast that was awakened. It trembled slightly and the dim light around it suddenly intensified.

The blue and purple lights intertwined and collided with each other, bursting into brilliant brilliance. Wisps of spiritual energy were like tentacles, tentatively trying to blend with Ye Yang's magic power.

Ye Yang only felt a strange but tempting powerful force invading his body along the spiritual veins.

Wherever it passes, the meridians seem to be burned by fire and moistened by clear springs, with a mixture of numbness, swelling and pain.

At the same time, Ye Yang also discovered the disadvantages of this spiritual source stone.

After the spiritual source stone and magic power combined with each other, the power contained in the body was too violent and wanton.

Like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, it nearly broke through the magical dam he had carefully built several times.

At this moment, even with Ye Yang's cultivation level.

His complexion turned from red to white, and then from white to blue, showing a look of exhaustion.

But how could he give up easily? Ye Yang kept adjusting the rhythm of his spiritual power circulation.

Just like an experienced horse trainer, he uses softness to overcome hardness and slowly tames this unruly force.

Time passed quietly in this silent contest. The plants and trees outside the cave experienced several cycles of sun and moon, but Ye Yang was completely unaware.

With persistent research and training, Ye Yang's spiritual power has become more powerful and condensed, and there are signs that he is breaking through the shackles and advancing to a higher level.

A few days later, Ye Yang was immersed in deep cultivation, and the magic power in his body surged and reached an unprecedented peak.

In Ye Yang's sea of ​​consciousness, there was a flash of lightning and thunder, and a ray of light suddenly appeared, illuminating the maze of cultivation that had been shrouded in fog.

The power released by the spiritual source stone perfectly matches Ye Yang's own spiritual power, blending seamlessly together, converging into one place like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea, impacting the barrier of the Yuanshen realm.

With a muffled sound that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, Ye Yang's body shook violently.

I saw a bright light shining outside Ye Yang's body, as if a sun was rising in the cave.

"Although I haven't practiced for many days, my cultivation has improved a lot during this period of time."

"It seems that Patriarch Yuanyi did not deceive me. It's just that most of the cultivators in the Taoist realm have lived for an unknown number of years. It's not an exaggeration to say that they are old monsters in the world."

"The other party didn't do anything, but it made me feel a little uncomfortable."

After thinking for a while, Ye Yang couldn't see any problem, so he dispersed the magic power around him.

The spiritual energy around him dissipated immediately after he had gathered it.

Time passed slowly, and a few days passed by like a flash, but Feitian Gate was still as orderly as before.

The disciples may sweat and hone their skills in the martial arts arena.

Or you can bury yourself in ancient books in the library, explore the secret ways to become an immortal, and immerse yourself in the vast ocean of knowledge.

Everything is fine.

However, today.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the thunder seemed to be falling. The sudden change was like a sudden storm, which quickly broke the tranquility.

The originally clear, blue and boundless sky seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand full of tyrannical power.

In an instant, thick black clouds rushed in from all directions like surging waves.

The sky was covered with layers of dark clouds.

The thick haze seemed like a materialized pressure, pressing down heavily, and a strong wind blew, causing huge waves.

The surrounding grass and trees were trembling, and the branches and leaves were swaying in panic, making rustling sounds.

In a moment, two roars that pierced the clouds, like the roars of prehistoric beasts looking up to the sky, rolled in, and the sound waves vibrated like materialized blades, cutting the air.

Many disciples of Feitian Sect who had little cultivation suddenly felt their blood boiling, their ears ringing, their eyes dizzy, their faces filled with panic, and their steps staggered.

I saw two huge dragons with bodies as winding as dragons, covering the sky and the sun, with lightning and thunder that were crackling and jumping all over their bodies, like silver snakes dancing wildly.

He rushed towards Feitian Gate at lightning speed.

The ferocious dragon whiskers were like nimble steel whips, dancing wildly in the wind and displaying its majesty wantonly.

"It's a dragon. What wild dragon dares to come to my Feitian Gate and act so presumptuously!"

"Yes, don't you know the relationship between us and the East China Sea Dragon Clan?"

(End of this chapter)