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

The old monks tried their best at this time. Veins were exposed on their foreheads and beads of sweat appeared. They increased the intensity of their chanting.

The power of the Vajra Sword Heart Sutra was added to the formation as they chanted it, making the spiritual power of the formation even more powerful.

At this moment, under the effect of the meditation array, the spiritual power threads wrapped around the magic knife became thicker, like tough ropes.

The magic sword was restrained bit by bit, suppressing its resistance.

At the same time, a vast amount of spiritual power emanated from Ye Yang's body and soon filled the entire hall.

Just at the moment when the power of Ye Yang's soul surged out.

The devil's knife trembled slightly, and then began to shake continuously. It was actually trembling slightly, as if it was afraid.

I don’t know how much time passed.

With the help of Ye Yang's spiritual power, the light of the magic sword finally became softer.

The dark red lines on the magic knife no longer flashed with strange light, but became calm, as if it had been tamed.

The raging evil spirit slowly dissipated from the magic sword, leaving only a powerful yet restrained force surging within the blade.

Sensing Ye Yang's cultivation in the Dao realm, the Demon Sword was terrified. Although it was usually full of evil spirits, it frightened countless people in the cultivation world.

But now, facing Ye Yang's unfathomable spiritual power, he was like a mouse seeing a cat, and endless fear surged in his heart.

The originally dark blade began to tremble slightly, and the dark red lines seemed to be shaking, as if it had life and wanted to beg for mercy.

"Fellow Daoist, let's talk nicely. Although I am an anomaly among swordsmen, "

He was about to praise himself, but before he could say a word, he was refined by the formation and then hit by Ye Yang's soul power.

It was already powerless and could only emit faint humming sounds.

The voice was full of pleading, as if it was begging Ye Yang to let it go this time.

However, Ye Yang's eyes were deep and his expression was stern, so how could he take it seriously?

He was well aware of the evil nature of the demonic sword. After his soul and spirit were transformed into a spirit, his only purpose in coming out of seclusion was to completely refine it in one go.

In addition, after breaking through to the Yuanshen realm, the enemies he faced became more terrifying.

This magic sword once wreaked havoc throughout the Western Regions many years ago. If he could combine it with his Yinsui Sword, by leveraging the properties of both, he would be able to refine a unique sword of unparalleled power.

By then, in this world of cultivation, I will be able to possess greater strength to deal with the crises lurking in the dark.

At this moment, after seeing that the magic knife had a tendency to be refined, Ye Yang slowly raised his hands, and after pointing a finger, the powerful spiritual power in his body surged out crazily, and a faint halo appeared around him.

The halo was as faint as a firefly at first, but as he continued to inject spiritual power into it, it became brighter and brighter.

Finally, it was like a bright sun, illuminating the entire room.

Then the power of the soul turned into tangible spiritual power threads, spreading towards the magic sword, like an invisible big net, precisely wrapped around the magic sword.

The Demon Sword felt this powerful force coming at it and struggled even more violently.

However, no matter how fiercely it resisted, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree in front of Ye Yang's half-step spiritual power, and it was completely useless.

The next moment, Ye Yang snorted coldly.

He grabbed with both hands suddenly, and the power of his soul suddenly tightened, forcibly pulling the magic knife out of the formation.

The moment the magic knife left the formation, the evil spirit that had been suppressed emerged again, but as soon as it appeared, it was surged out by Ye Yang's soul and tightly wrapped up, and could no longer be released at will!

Then, Ye Yang's mind moved, and the Yinsui Sword on his waist made a humming sound, automatically flew out of the sheath and flew into the air.

As soon as the Yinsui Sword came out, it exuded an ancient and mellow atmosphere. The blade was slender, revealing a charm that had been precipitated over the years. The cold light flashed on the blade, as if it could cut off all the vanity in the world.

This Yinsui Sword has been with Ye Yang for many years. Since it was refined by Ye Yang, it has gone through countless storms with him and killed countless cultivators. It has become connected with his mind.

At this moment, under the control of Ye Yang's soul, he once again exerted the power of his soul, pulling the magic knife in the formation slowly towards the Yinsui Knife.

As soon as the two came close, a strange reaction occurred.

The Yinsui Sword and the Demon Sword collided with each other. For a moment, light flashed and sparks flew. The air around them was violently fluctuated by the impact of this force, forming circles of ripples visible to the naked eye that spread outward.

The two swordsmen were fighting each other, both of them refused to obey. In an instant, the sword light swept out, faintly cutting the space apart.

Before, this magic sword seemed to be naturally superior to other magic swords, so the Yinsui Sword had no chance to resist it at all.

It was only after coming into contact with the magic sword, and after Yinsui Dao had come into contact with it many times, that he was able to suppress the fear in his heart, and now he could actually fight with it back and forth.

The sword light was crisscrossing, and soon it swept up to the sky.

The old monks watching from the side were terrified.

Although they are all people with mental ability, their cultivation is not high after all, they are old, and their energy and blood are declining.

The collision of such powerful forces made them unable to help but take a few steps back, their eyes wide open, nervously watching every move on the field.

Ye Yang was not moved at all.

He concentrated his attention, controlling his own spiritual power, and carefully guided the Demon Sword and the Year-Drinking Sword to begin to merge.

The dark color of the magic sword slowly spread towards the Yinsui Sword, and the ancient light of the Yinsui Sword gradually penetrated into the magic sword.

The blades of both swords seemed to have turned into flowing liquid, blending with each other, you in me and me in you.

As the fusion deepened, the buzzing sounds became louder and louder, as if the two knives were grinding and communicating with each other, or as if they were resisting the fate of being forced to merge.

But under the control of Ye Yang's powerful spiritual power, they can only follow Ye Yang's wishes and merge into one little by little.

After an unknown amount of time, the dazzling light and violent fluctuations finally subsided, and a brand new evil sword appeared in front of everyone.

The appearance of this knife is quite unique. The blade is slightly wider than the Yinsui Knife, but it still retains its original slender beauty. The whole blade presents a deep black-purple color.
There were teeth-like protrusions on the back of the knife, like arranged saw teeth. As the halo flowed, dark red runes appeared and disappeared, making people feel a strong force of evil spirit and ancient spiritual power intertwined, which was daunting.

At the hilt, after the Yinsui Sword absorbed the Gengjin Purple Copper H, the majestic purple dragon phantom merged with the fierce and domineering nature of the magic sword, forming a unique pattern.

Holding it in his hand at this moment, Ye Yang could clearly feel the evil and overbearing power coming from the blade.

It was as if it couldn't wait to show its prowess in the world of cultivation.

It was a completely different feeling. The previous Yinsui Knife was the vicissitudes and uprightness of the passing of time, but at this moment, it gave Ye Yang the feeling of being domineering and wanton.

Ye Yang stretched out his hand and grasped the newly refined evil sword. A powerful force instantly flowed into his body along the handle, resonating with his spiritual power.

He could clearly feel that the knife had become a part of his body. As long as he thought about it, it would unleash its astonishing power.

……

"In that case, I'll call you the Evil King!"

Ye Yang held the knife in his hand and felt something indescribable.

The Evil King's Sword seemed to have intelligence. After being held in Ye Yang's hand, the energy slowly spread along his arm, causing his skin to feel slightly cool.

The Yin Sui Sword is in harmony with the power of time. He spent a lot of effort to refine it with three grains of extremely precious time sand, which were placed on the scabbard, blade, and tip. In the past, relying on this Yin Sui Sword, he used the Thirteen Swords of Time with great power, which frightened countless rivals in the martial arts world and helped him to make a great name in the martial arts world.

But today, after combining with this rare magic sword among swords, the whole blade has a sense of evil and arrogance.

He held the knife and found an open space. There were overgrown weeds all around. Occasionally, a breeze blew by, and the grass leaves rustled, as if they knew something unusual was about to happen.

Ye Yang stopped and took a deep breath. Before he could move, a wild and unbridled knife, as if it had seen through the vicissitudes of time, was already in front of Ye Yang.

There was no sight of how the knife moved, but a strange light burst out from the blade, and in that light there were faint traces of distorted light and shadow, as if disordered fragments of time were floating in it.

Ye Yang started with the "Time Without Trace" move from the Thirteen Swords of Time.

When this move was used in the past, the sword energy was like a gurgling stream, seemingly gentle but able to silently cut through the opponent's defense.

But today, the sword energy was actually accompanied by a manic aura. Wherever it passed, the ground was torn into grooves. Amidst the flying dust, there were faint phantoms of the past years whizzing by, as if they were unwilling to be encompassed by the sword energy, and as if they were struggling and roaring.

The ground had already been impacted by the power of time and had become a pile of ruins.

Ye Yang was shocked, but did not stop.

Then came another move called "Time Turbulence".

Originally, this move, after being combined with the Endless Time Evil, could be combined with time to cause the opponent to fall into a brief period of confusion.

But at this moment, after Ye Yang performed this sword move, the sword light in the sky turned into a ferocious face with bloody mouths wide open, biting towards the void in front, as if to drag everything into the endless dark time, revealing a terrifying evil intention.

After sensing the situation of the magic knife.

Ye Yang put away the magic knife, but his expression was still a little solemn.

At this time, a figure in green clothes came from the side. It was Yan Qingying.

Yan Qingying looked at Ye Yang and felt the terrifying aura coming from her senior brother, which made her unable to help but tremble slightly.

This atmosphere is very different from the past.

"Senior brother."

Yan Qingying sighed secretly, then spoke.

"Brother, we have counted the casualties in our attack on the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect."

Ye Yang sighed slightly, then asked.

"Qingying, how many people from our Feitian Sect were killed or wounded in this battle?"

When Yan Qing heard this, the originally peaceful expression on his face instantly dimmed. He lowered his head slightly, was silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke.

"Brother, this time... there were over a hundred casualties, and among them, there were at least forty to fifty warriors."

The words were filled with sorrow, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, slamming heavily into the somewhat silent space.

When Ye Yang heard this number, his body shook violently. Even though he had expected this result, he still felt a slight pain in his heart when he heard it.

"This path of cultivation is truly filled with bones."

Ye Yang murmured to himself, his voice full of endless emotion.

He raised his eyes to look at the misty mountains in the distance, as if he could see through the layers of mist and see the figures of those who had fallen during their practice.

After practicing for many years, he had unknowingly reached the half-step soul realm.

But along the way, I have experienced countless life-and-death crises, witnessed too many separations of life and death, and too many unfulfilled ambitions.

Vivid faces kept flashing through my mind, including fellow disciples and friends who I met by chance but felt a sense of mutual respect for, but too many of them were ruthlessly swallowed up.

"I wonder what it's like above the Yuanshen realm."

Ye Yang looked up at the sky and sighed slightly.

He knew he couldn't stop, and he felt more beauty and hope for the unknown scenery.

Now that we have embarked on this road full of thorns and bones, we can only grit our teeth and move forward.

Even if one day I will become one of these piles of bones, as long as I am still alive.

We must pursue the pinnacle of spiritual practice and explore the opportunity that may change this cruel reality.

Just as he had imagined at the beginning, he roamed freely between heaven and earth, seeing the prosperity of the world, traveling to Beihai in the morning and Cangwu in the evening, and seeing all the scenery.

Ye ordered: "Pass the order to increase the compensation of magic tools and spiritual stones for the casualties. The families of these fellow disciples who fought bloody battles for Feitian Sect must not be disappointed."

"In addition, we will cast tablets for these people and send them to the sect's ancestral pavilion, so that the descendants of Feitian Sect can worship them from generation to generation."

A few days later, a sad atmosphere permeated the Feitian Gate. In the square inside the gate, there were rows of memorial tablets, and in front of each tablet there were offerings.

Ye Yang and Gu Xuan brought a group of senior members of the sect to the square in person to burn incense for each victim.

The two men looked solemn, and every movement they made was full of respect.

After the sacrifice, Ye Yang moved and flew into the sky.

In the air, he stopped steadily, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and his eyes slowly turned towards the Feitian Gate below.

This was the first time that Ye Yang had a bird's-eye view of Danxia Mountain after Feitian Gate was promoted to a high-level spiritual vein.

At this moment, he stood in the sky and looked down, and saw a towering mountain rising from the ground and piercing the sky with the Yin-Yang Return to Void Formation as the boundary, like a giant sword piercing the sky, showing its majestic and magnificent appearance.

The top of the mountain is rocky, but dotted with lush vegetation. There are pine trees rooted in the cliffs, with branches slanting horizontally, as if struggling with the strong wind.

There may be magical flowers and herbs growing in the valleys. When the breeze blows, they sway gracefully and emit bursts of strange fragrance.

It seems like a spiritual creature born naturally between heaven and earth, adding a bit of mystery to the mountain.

Below the Yin Yang Return to Void Formation is the vast Luo River where the sky and water are one color. Sleeping like a giant mirror, it reflects the blue sky and the leisurely white clouds.

The sunlight shines down, the water sparkles, just like thousands of pieces of gold jumping and flashing on the water, dazzling. The lake water is so clear that you can see the various shapes of stones at the bottom of the lake and the fish swimming in it, bringing vitality to the quiet water surface.

These lakes surround the majestic mountain like stars and rely on each other, as if forming a natural and beautiful picture. People can't help but marvel at the wonders of nature and the exquisite location of Feitianmen.

Looking further away, there were twinkling star-like lights. Those were the places where the many families under the Feitian Sect and Taoanfang City practiced.

The well-arranged pavilions and courtyards and the flying eaves and brackets exude an ancient and elegant style.

Looking back to the past, when Feitian Sect was first established, it was just an inconspicuous small sect in the martial arts world. It had only a few disciples, and its martial arts secrets were scarce. It occupied only a remote valley and was often bullied and excluded by other sects.

But after generations of unremitting efforts of Feitianmen people, paying the price of life and death, overcoming difficulties and obstacles, and struggling in the wind and rain, they finally took this as the foundation and continued to expand their territory and grow stronger.

Ye Yang watched all this quietly in the air, feeling mixed emotions.

He knew very well that behind this glory were the hard work and dedication of countless fellow disciples. (End of this chapter)