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

When Ye Yang saw the Yunhai Kun Whale in the depths of the sea of ​​clouds that looked like a huge fairy island, he couldn't help but nod slightly.

The huge Kun whale radiated a soft blue light all over its body, and every scale seemed to contain the power of the stars. The gentle swaying of its huge whale fins stirred up the sea of ​​clouds.

Ye Yang stood above the Feitian Gate space, looking at the distant figure of Kun Whale, and couldn't help but sigh.

This creature is huge and has extremely fast speed, which is really enviable.

Phew! Phew! Phew!
Accompanied by a loud whale cry!

The Yunhai Kun Whale turned around and swam towards the depths of the endless sea of ​​clouds, and disappeared without a trace.

After bidding farewell to the Yunhai Kun Whale, Ye Yang returned to the knife viewing platform.

At this moment, on the sword-viewing platform with sharp blades and rugged rocks, dozens of old monks with firm minds were sitting cross-legged, chanting something and singing Sanskrit.

Above the heads of these dozens of old monks is an extremely ferocious magic knife.

The blade of the devil's sword was now trembling slightly under the Vajra Sword Refining Sutra of many old monks, especially under the dual tempering of the furnace fire and the Sanskrit chanting.

A trace of murderous aura slowly dissipated from the blade like ink meeting water.

The fierce and resentful aura that originally emanated from the blade was gradually replaced by a layer of warm light.
Even the originally ferocious blade became much gentler and more pleasing to the eye at this moment.

Many old monks had calm expressions, chanting scriptures non-stop, changing the seals in their hands. Every movement and every word of the scripture was like a heavy hammer, smashing down the ferocious magic knife.

Sweat oozed from their foreheads, dripped onto the ground, and instantly turned into water vapor.

Seeing the difficulty of the refining process, Ye Yang thought to himself.

"This demonic sword is indeed fierce. I don't know how many years it has been refined, but it still has such a fierce nature. If I hadn't found these old monks with strong wills and taught them the Vajra Sword Refining Sutra, and assisted with the refining of the great formation, I'm afraid it might not be possible to suppress its brutal demonic nature."

However, with the refining process over this period of time, the ferocity of the magic sword has been largely eliminated.

At this moment, the blade trembled slightly, as if resisting, and as if struggling for rebirth.

Perhaps because they saw Ye Yang coming in and wanted to leave a good impression in front of Ye Yang, the old monks chanted more and more loudly.

"Meet the ancestor."

The sound of chanting rang out loudly, like a flame burning in the air.

Ye Yang said softly with a smile on his face.

"You all worked hard to refine the magic sword this time, and I am grateful to you all."

After saying this, Ye Yang gently raised his hand, and a large amount of spiritual light surged out from his palm, like falling stars.

The next moment, the spiritual lights flew out from the sky and fell down onto the bodies of these old monks.

The injuries on their bodies from sword-making healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their originally tired faces regained some of their rosy complexion.

The old monks showed surprise and thanked Ye Yang again. Ye Yang waved his hand slightly, indicating that there was no need to be polite.

After a short rest, Ye Yang had an idea and took out the meditation array he got at the Fairy Palace auction from his storage ring.

This array plate is round and palm-sized, with complex runes engraved on the surface, which are glowing with a faint silver light.

Next, Ye Yang threw the formation plate into the air. He flicked it lightly, and a stream of magic power was injected into the formation plate.

The array plate was infused with spiritual energy and began to rotate slowly. At first, the speed was very slow, like a slowly turning compass.

As Ye Yang's magic spells accelerated, the speed of rotation became faster and faster, causing a slight whistling sound in the wind, and the runes on the array plate shone brightly.

Immediately afterwards, silver rays of light shot out from it, interweaving with each other and outlining the outline of the formation in the air. At the same time, Ye Yang flashed and shot out several formation flags with a flick of his fingers.

After those formation flags were shot out, they shuttled between the lights like lightning.

As the formation gradually took shape, the surrounding space seemed to be distorted by an invisible force, the air became fresh and peaceful, and the sound of Sanskrit chanting became louder and louder.

Those old monks who were sitting cross-legged in it felt that the distracting thoughts in their hearts receded like the tide, and their originally tired bodies and minds were instantly relieved, as if they were in a peaceful fairyland.

Unconsciously, the sound of Sanskrit resounded in all directions, becoming even more powerful.

The process of refining the magic sword suddenly accelerated greatly, and green smoke came out of the whole body. A sharp sword spirit slowly crawled out from the blade, and the sword spirit screamed and cursed loudly.

"My boy, how dare you torture me like this! I am an anomaly among swords, a demon among swords, but today I have suffered such a disaster. When I escape, I will definitely kill you all and let all of you be buried with me!"

A voice sounded, full of anger and unwillingness.

The devil's knife struggled frantically in the furnace. Its magic power collided with the Buddha's power of the Vajra Sword Heart Sutra, making bursts of roaring sounds.

A black demon shadow rushed out from the blade, trying to escape from the sword-making furnace. Ye Yang was prepared. He shouted loudly, and a pure mana shot out from his hand, covering the demon shadow. The demon shadow twisted and deformed in the Buddha's light, and let out a shrill cry.

However, with the help of the formation, the power of Buddha gradually gained the upper hand, and the resistance of the magic sword became increasingly weak.

Click!
Cracks suddenly appeared on the blade, as if an evil soul that had been sealed for many years was struggling in pain.

As time went by, the curses of the Demon Sword gradually became lower and were replaced by painful groans.

The murderous aura on the blade was slowly dissipating. Seeing this, Ye Yang continued to practice hand gestures and increase the intensity of refining.

"You can't escape once you fall into Ye's hands."

Ye Yang's eyes were determined, he clasped his hands together suddenly, and activated the Vajra Sword Refining Heart Sutra. After his blessing, the air spontaneously ignited without any firewood, and a raging fire started.

After a while, under the burning of the flames, the demon shadow gradually turned into ashes, and the demon sword stopped struggling.

Seeing this, Ye Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's almost there. It looks like it won't be long before this magic sword can be refined."

By then, when the devil sword is refined and merged with the Yinsui Sword, he will have the confidence to fight even if facing the Lietian Sword Sect.

After setting up the meditation formation, Ye Yang returned to the quiet room, took out the spiritual technique, and looked through it carefully.

This technique has a long history and exudes an ancient atmosphere. At this moment, Ye Yang slowly unfolds it. The words on the pages seem to have spiritual charm, like silver snakes dancing constantly.

The next moment, Ye Yang sat cross-legged, opened the thing, placed it in front of him, and slowly opened it.

His eyes first fell on the general outline of the spirit-enhancing technique.

"The spirit has its own nature, it is controlled by the heart, the fingertips focus the thoughts, and it penetrates the mystery into the depths."

Just sixteen words, but they contain endless profound meaning.

Ye Yang recited softly, trying to understand the true meaning.

He closed his eyes, and after a long time, he opened his eyes, with a gleam of light in his eyes.

It seemed as if something was rapidly rising in his body. At first, the spiritual power was just flowing slowly in his meridians, like a calm stream.

Ye Yang followed the secret technique, focusing his attention on his fingertips and slowly guiding his convergence.

Perhaps it was because after Ye Yang broke through to the Dharma Realm, he saw many more techniques and was able to master them. Or perhaps it was because his perspective had changed greatly since he started practicing. Along with the breakthrough in his cultivation, he saw the essential problems of many things.

At this moment, Ye Yang quickly mastered this spiritual technique. When the last trace of spiritual energy merged into the energy vortex at his fingertips, Ye Yang felt an unprecedented feeling appear in his palm.

He slowly stretched out his fingers, and saw a bright light on his fingertips with a mysterious rhythm.

As the magic power in the body gathered more and more, the spiritual power at the fingertips gradually increased, flickering with a faint light.

However, the gathering of spiritual power was not stable, and spiritual power would escape from time to time. Ye Yang frowned, carefully thinking about the reason, and carefully separated every bit of mental power and carefully wrapped the spiritual power.

Time passed quietly during this quiet practice. After the spiritual power at the fingertips was compressed and condensed, it finally stabilized.

Then it turned into a gentle and soft spirit ball. The spirit ball was not big and flickered with a hazy halo. Ye Yang gently waved his fingers, and the spirit ball passed through the air, making a slight whistling sound.

Spirit Pointing Technique: Getting Started
Progress:1%
Next level: Minor success
[The spirit has its own nature, and it can be controlled by the heart. Focus the mind on the fingertips, and you will be able to enter the depths. Be persistent, focus the mind on the fingertips twelve times a day, and persist for three months.]
As Ye Yang's cultivation level became higher and higher, these ordinary techniques became much faster unconsciously during his practice.

Walking out of the quiet room, Ye Yang saw the sun shining, the breeze blowing, and a green bamboo standing tall.

The green bamboo stood tall and straight, with its branches and leaves rustling in the wind. Ye Yang walked forward, stood still, concentrated his Qi in his Dantian, and let his spiritual energy flow slowly along his meridians to his fingertips.

He followed the secret technique of the Spirit Finger, put his index finger and middle finger together, and gently lifted them up. A hazy, gentle, and soft spiritual light flickered at his fingertips.

Afterwards, Ye Yang pointed at Qingzhu in the air, and the spiritual light shot out like a meteor and instantly penetrated into Qingzhu's bamboo body.

The originally proud and steep green bamboo suddenly shook, and then the whole body shook, as if awakened by an invisible force. The originally emerald green bamboo leaves became brighter, as if shrouded in a thin layer of colorful halo.

A strange sound came faintly from inside the bamboo, as if some kind of power was gestating and flowing within it.

After a moment, a faint breath emanated from the spiritual bamboo. This breath was fresh and lively, like the first breeze in the morning of spring, bringing with it the joy and vitality of new life.

The surrounding air also fluctuated slightly, as if responding to the changes in the spiritual bamboo.

Seeing this, Ye Yang raised a faint smile and continued to perform some spiritual magic.

He tapped the bamboo tip again, muttering something, and the next moment, the branches and leaves of the spiritual bamboo began to dance gently, as if they had consciousness and were dancing gently.

It was not the kind of disorderly movement caused by the wind, but swayed in a regular pattern.

For a moment, the bamboo leaves rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound. Visible spiritual patterns appeared around the bamboo body. These spiritual patterns flashed with a faint green light, which contrasted with the color of the green bamboo, creating a magnificent scene.

Ye Yang could sense that there was a special charm in the green bamboo, and spirituality was born within it.

Driven by this spiritual energy, the green bamboo swayed gently, and the roots buried underground quickly stretched out, taking root in the ground and growing towards the sun. Even the speed and efficiency of absorbing spiritual energy increased greatly.

After completing the test on the green bamboo, Ye Yang walked to the back mountain of Feitian Gate and came to the side of the huge rainbow spirit tree.

This tree is ancient and huge, with a trunk so thick that it takes several people to hug it. The bark is engraved with the lines of time, and its branches and leaves are lush, like a green canopy, shining brightly and flashing with seven colors of the rainbow.

Seeing this, Ye Yang took out several relic crystals filled with spiritual energy from his storage bag.

This rainbow spirit tree is extraordinary. It is old and tall, and very old, with its roots deeply rooted in the earth veins. In addition to the spirit-enchanting technique, it also requires a large amount of spirit stones to support its growth and evolution.

This relic realm is filled with rich spiritual energy and contains the remains of great monks, which is very nourishing for these spiritual plants.

It can help the Honghong Spirit Wood better integrate with the earth veins and further stimulate its potential.

When the last relic crystal was placed properly, Ye Yang gently stepped back a few steps and began to perform the spirit-enhancing technique.

He quickly formed seals with his hands, and as his finger techniques changed, rays of spiritual light leaped out from his fingertips, like lively elves, and sank into the Rainbow Spirit Wood one after another.

At first, the Huahong Spirit Wood only trembled slightly, as if it was adapting to this external spiritual power.

But as Ye Yang continued to perform the spiritual art, a soft halo appeared on the wood, and the halo gradually spread from shallow to deep, covering the entire tree.

After a while, a special aura slowly rose from the Huahong Spirit Tree.

In Ye Yang's perception, the breath born from the Rainbow Spirit Tree was like a veil, carrying a kind of lively vitality.

After the birth of this spirituality, the entire Huahong Spiritual Tree underwent tremendous changes. The spiritual energy spread rapidly like a flood that broke through a dam, and the spiritual energy overflowed as the branches and leaves swayed.

And at the moment when the Rainbow Spirit Tree gained spirituality, the rainbow monsters hovering above the Rainbow Spirit Tree were the first to sense it.

One by one they took off from the ground, flew into the air, intersected head to tail, and danced in the air in a strange way, forming one gorgeous halo after another.

Every rotation and every intersection brought up the free spiritual energy in the surrounding air, with clouds floating and seven-color halos flashing.

The whole scene looks like a dreamy wonderland.

And at the moment when the Rainbow Spirit Tree was born with spirituality, Ye Yang could sense that the roots of the Rainbow Spirit Tree were spreading rapidly and firmly integrating with the ground veins of Feitianmen.

The power that had been dormant deep in the earth was awakened, and streams of ancient and powerful energy began to flow slowly.

The earth's air rose and poured out from every crack in the ground. At first it was just a light mist, but it soon became thick, like a solid cloud.

A small world filled with mist formed around the Huahong Spirit Tree. This new earth energy not only showed no signs of stopping, but instead expanded at an astonishing speed.

The paths of the four earth veins of the Rainbow Spirit Wood spread rapidly, and wherever they touched, all things seemed to be given new vitality.

The grass became greener, the flowers bloomed more colorfully, and even the air was filled with a fresh scent, as if even breathing could make people feel happy physically and mentally.

The spiritual energy in the place that was originally thin became even more dense.

The spiritual energy is like materialized mist, floating and gathering in the valley.

The body of the Huahong Spirit Tree was already very large, and now it looked even more majestic and spectacular.

Afterwards, Ye Yang went to the Purple Lightning Silver Peach Tree and the Nine-Leaf Heavenly Fragrance Fruit and performed some spiritual magic one by one.

Soon, under the effect of Ye Yang's spiritual technique, after these rare spiritual materials gained spirituality, the concentration of spiritual energy within Feitian Gate suddenly increased rapidly.

On this day, the sun was high in the sky and the wind was clear and the air was fresh.

There were the sounds of three long rainbows piercing the sun in the sky, and then three figures came rushing like meteors and landed steadily in front of Feitian Gate.

Ye Yang looked up and saw three figures slowly coming out of the sky. The three men walked to the gate of Feitianmen, clasped their fists slightly towards the sky, and then said.

"Qingyu, Xuanshi, and Lingyun from the Taixu Sect are here to visit. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Ye is here."

Hearing this voice, Ye Yang immediately knew that the assistant sent by Taixu Taoism had arrived. He flew into the sky and saluted the three people in front of him.

"I've met three fellow Taoists."

"Fellow Daoist Ye, long time no see. I came here this time on the orders of my master to lend a helping hand to your sect."

Qingyu, who was in the middle of the three, said with a smile, his voice like the gurgling of water, calm yet majestic.

Ye Yang returned the greeting with a bow, glanced at the three people, and nodded slightly: "Thank you for coming from afar, the Feitian Sect is very grateful."

Ye Yang had heard of these three people.

Elder Qingyu was dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, with a figure as straight as a pine tree, a thin face, and deep and sharp eyes.

Ye Yang had heard of this person before. He was the master of Taiqing Mountain of Taixu Taoism. He was good at a Qingfeng spell. Once this spell was cast, the breeze would be like a sharp blade that could cut through everything.

Next to Qingyu was Elder Xuanshi, who was tall and strong, like a moving hill, and his skin was bronze, as if tempered by the power of time and the earth.

Elder Xuanshi's cultivation is also at the Tiangang realm. He is good at a method of rock body refining. He practices the Vajra Warrior method which has been passed down from ancient Taoism. Those who practice this method successfully are indestructible and have infinite power.

The last one is a woman named Lingyun. She is wearing a light pink silk dress and holding a guqin. Her face is as beautiful as a flower, but she also exudes a cold aura.

Ye Yang waved his hand lightly, and it slowly cracked with a slight roar. The black and white light of the Yin-Yang Guixu Formation intertwined, and then a passage emitting soft light was revealed.

"please."

Ye Yang stood sideways, Qingyu and the other three bowed slightly to express their gratitude, and then stepped into the passage filled with light.

After the three people entered the Yin Yang Guixu Formation, Ye Yang followed in last and waved his hand lightly, and the Yin Yang Guixu Formation immediately closed, restoring its original tranquility and mystery. (End of this chapter)