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

At the same time, on a solitary peak shrouded in clouds and mist.

Ye Yang and Zhi Tianji sat opposite each other.

The surroundings were quiet and silent. The two of them sat above the clouds, playing chess and drinking tea. The breeze blew across the mountain top, bringing a hint of coolness.

Zhi Tianji took a sip of tea, the fragrance of the tea spread in his mouth, and his brows relaxed slightly.

"Although your Bitan Piaohua Tea is of no use to a cultivator at my level."

“But I have to say, the texture and taste are still extraordinary.”

He slowly put down the teacup and looked at Ye Yang.

"Fellow Daoist Ye never comes to visit a temple for no reason. This time, I'm afraid he came here to find out the information behind this thing."

In front of the two of them was a piece of inner armor emitting a faint red light.

However, perhaps because it has been too long, the inner armor is already covered with scars and bloodstains.

"You want to find the whereabouts of its owner through this inner armor?"

Zhi Tianji looked at Ye Yang and quickly understood what Ye Yang was thinking.

Ye Yang smiled slightly and then spoke.

"Sorry to trouble you, senior."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Zhi Tianji smiled faintly, calmly, and Ye Yang stared at Zhi Tianji.

Ever since their last farewell in the sea of ​​blood, Ye Yang felt that Zhi Tianji seemed to have undergone significant changes.

His temperament became more stable and his eyes had a deeper look.

Obviously, during this period of time, Zhi Tianji has made considerable breakthroughs, and that hazy aura that seems to be in harmony with heaven and earth makes Ye Yang feel a sense of familiarity.

"Congratulations, Senior, for successfully breaking through to the Yuanshen Daoist realm."

After hearing Ye Yang say this, Zhi Tianji smiled slightly, with a hint of indifference in his tone.

"It can't be called a breakthrough, it's just that I've returned to the Yuan Shen realm."

"Senior was already in the Yuanshen realm before."

Zhi Tianji nodded slightly, looking into the distance, as if lost in memories.

"Five hundred years ago, I had already reached the realm of Yuanshen, and even touched a higher level at one point."

"However, fate plays tricks on me. Many years ago, I became possessed by the devil and was plotted against by a villain. As a result, I lost all my cultivation and fell into the mortal world."

"Over the years, I have been planning step by step and practicing hard, and finally I have returned to the realm of Yuan Shen."

Although the other party said it lightly, Ye Yang knew very well how many difficulties and setbacks were involved.

After losing the supreme cultivation, everything has to start all over again. This requires not only great willpower but also determination to stand up again.

And knowing the secrets of heaven does more than just that.

He was able to return to the realm of primordial spirit again. His tenacity and perseverance are admirable.

“The experience of our predecessors is truly admirable.”

Ye Yang admired sincerely.

Zhi Tianji smiled slightly and shook his head.

"You are too kind, fellow Daoist. I heard that you have been practicing every day since you started practicing. You are extremely tenacious and have never slacked off for even a single day. This is truly rare."

"Perseverance is the most important thing. Why sleep in the middle of the night and get up at the fifth? The most useless thing is to be exposed to the sun for one day and cold for ten days. This saying is said to have been created by a Taoist friend, and it has spread throughout the entire cultivation world."

Ye Yang shook his head.

"A great man said this, and I just happened to quote it."

"That being said, this is the state of mind that our generation needs to cultivate. No matter what situation we are in or what hardships we face, as long as our hearts remain unchanged and our principles remain unchanged, there will be a turning point one day."

Ye Yang nodded thoughtfully.

At this moment, Zhi Tianji looked at the tattered inner armor floating in the air. He gently closed his eyes, formed seals with his hands, and muttered something.

As his spell sounded, the air around him seemed to become heavy, and a mysterious force began to spread over the lonely peak. The next moment, Zhi Tianji's fingers lightly touched the inner armor.

A faint light instantly gushed out from his fingertips and then flowed onto the blood-red inner armor.

After a moment, Zhi Tianji opened his eyes, with a strange light flashing in them.

"I have sensed the aura of its master. Although he is hiding very deeply, the connection between this inner armor and him still exists."

"But this guy is quite smart."

"He actually slaughtered tens of thousands of civilians, built a Jingguan, and then set up a blood mist formation that covered the sky and the sun, hoping to use the blood, souls and corpses of tens of thousands of civilians to cover up his own aura."

"But there are only a few small paths in front of me."

After saying this, Zhi Tianji closed his eyes again, and a mysterious and complex mark emanated from his body.

The wind stopped and the clouds ceased.

The surrounding clouds seemed to be affected by this force and began to slowly rotate.

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Suddenly, a dazzling red light burst out from the inner armor and shot straight into the sky.

Then, images appeared in the void, like fragments of memories flashing one after another.

In the shadowy shadows, a figure in a black robe, with a bright and hot pearl on his head, was walking forward in an environment full of blood, with only his back exposed.

It’s the Blood Cloud Demon Lord!
"All three lives are determined by divination, and good and bad luck are determined by karma and reincarnation."

Zhi Tianji muttered softly.

Then he took out an ancient Bagua plate from his arms. The surface of the Bagua plate was flickering with a faint light and exuding a mysterious aura.

Zhi Tianji gently stroked the Bagua plate with both hands and silently chanted a spell.

In an instant, the runes on the Bagua plate began to flow, emitting brilliant light.

As the light grew stronger, the red light in the inner armor became more intense, as if forming some kind of resonance with the Bagua plate.

Suddenly, the Bagua plate vibrated slightly, and then it slowly rose into the air with the inner armor and flew towards the distance.

Ye Yang immediately followed.

the other side.

A miasma-filled swamp with dark water, jagged rocks and dead silence.

Twelve huge banners several meters long were inserted in the center. On the banners were blood-red patterns of bloody human bones. The patterns were weird, and the bloody human seemed like a living creature, dancing constantly at this moment.

The ground was littered with countless corpses and ghosts.

Countless pale green ghost fires jumped and flickered on the ground.

The Blood Cloud Demon Lord paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and demonic energy surged around his body.

"I came across this Ten Thousand Souls Banner by chance in a book. It is a magic weapon left by the Thousand Souls Elder thousands of years ago. It is definitely not ordinary."

"Today, I used the bones and spirits of tens of thousands of people to build a Jingguan. Not only can it stimulate the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but it can also be used to conceal my own aura. Even if the other party finds a cultivator who is proficient in fortune-telling, I think it will be difficult for them to find my trace."

The Blood Cloud Demon Lord leaped up and floated up like a ghost, flying over the dark swamp in front.

He sacrificed the Tianyang Fire Bead in his hand.

The next moment, the Yang Pearl shook, and flames burst out, colliding with the thick water fog in front, sparks flew, and in a short while, the fog was burned away.

After a while, in the dark swamp ahead, the spring water overflowed and waves surged in all directions.

He walked into the swamp, and at the bottom of the dark mud, there stood a stone platform.

On the stone platform, there was a huge black banner emitting a strange aura.

The shaft is forged from a fusion of ten thousand year old black iron and nine netherworld devil bones. It is as hard as steel and as black as ink.

The banner hanging on it seemed to be made of thousands of human skins, and the breath of resentment was overwhelming, making people's scalps numb and ghosts fly.

Just as the Blood Cloud Demon Lord stretched out his hand to take it, the surrounding space suddenly twisted.

(End of this chapter)