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

And at this time.

At the foot of the Feitianmen mountain, the Qilin beast roared and a group of monks covered in green gauze came from afar.

These people were tall and walked slowly. Their huge bodies and the Qilin beasts under their crotch attracted the attention of a large group of people.

Leading the group was a young man in a purple-gold robe. He had a stern face, a Qilin head, golden hair, and a tall stature. His eyes were filled with purple-gold light. He was holding an exquisite jade box, and behind him were several followers with extraordinary auras.

Looking at the majestic sect in front of him, the leading young man sensed it slightly, as if he had not expected it.

"Uncle San, there is such a rich spiritual energy here, could it be a high-level spiritual vein?"

It is unknown how many years the ancient Qilin clan has been passed down in the world of cultivation, but even so, among the entire ancient clan, there are not many people who can occupy high-level spiritual veins for cultivation.

After a while, a middle-aged man walked out from among the Qilin people and spoke.

"It is said that Feitianmen is a place of great beauty and talent. Now it seems to be really good."

After saying this, he looked around with interest and then spoke.

"Now that my second uncle's injury has worsened, we must find a way to help him recover. I had an appointment with the Sword Master and Sword Master before, and I heard that he had made another breakthrough in his cultivation. I think the treatment will be easier this time."

At this moment, the young man spoke.

"Fourth uncle, people say that although this sword master is not a Taoist priest, he has fought with Taoist priests several times and his strength is extraordinary. He can be regarded as half a Taoist priest. I don't know if it is true or not."

The middle-aged giant Qilin said.

"Although I have never fought with this Fellow Daoist Ye, I have come into contact with him. He is definitely not an ordinary person. Yu'er, although you have the rare golden blood of the ancient Qilin clan, the world is so big that there are countless heroes. After you come out this time, it will be a good thing for you to meet all the heroes in the world."

"This Daoist friend Ye is a mortal. He has cultivated to this point. I don't know how much suffering he has endured and how much sin he has endured. His mental toughness is far beyond our imagination. We should learn from him."

"That's what Fourth Uncle taught me."

The young man nodded slightly and responded obediently.

Just as a group of people were heading towards Feitian Gate, a team of patrolling disciples appeared at the foot of the mountain of Feitian Gate.

"Fellow Daoists, please stop for now."

The leader was a young man holding a long steel sword in his hand. He had a sharp look in his eyes and looked very extraordinary.

Originally, Zhang Hao and others were patrolling the trade route in front of the sect as usual, but they did not expect to encounter such a strange scene.

Especially when they saw the mysterious strangers in front of them riding unicorn horses and exuding a mysterious aura, the disciples of Feitianmen were stunned at first, and then a look of vigilance appeared on their faces.

"I am Zhang Hao, a disciple of Feitian Sect. Nice to meet you all. I wonder who you are from? Your attire is very strange. We have never seen it near Feitian Sect. I hope you can tell me something."

The leader of the Qilin tribe was also a young man. He lifted his hat, revealing a pair of delicate Qilin horns. He glanced at Zhang Hao, then stepped back and walked to the center of the crowd. He whispered a few words to a tall man in the middle. Soon after, the Qilin beasts dispersed to both sides, and a man slowly walked out from inside.

He was tall and exuded a hot aura, as if he were magma and flint, with explosive flames all over his body.

"So powerful."

After practicing in Feitianmen for many years, Zhang Hao is no longer an ordinary boy. But precisely because of this, he can better sense the strength of the person in front of him.

That man had a burly figure, extremely strong, with a human body and a unicorn head, a pair of horns rising into the sky, and he exuded an aura like a god or a devil. He couldn't help but be surprised. Just a trace of aura that leaked out of this man made him breathe unsteadily.

With such strength, even those True Person Realm cultivators in the sect did not make him feel so powerful.

"My dear friend, we are from the ancient Qilin clan. We come here with no ill intentions. We just had an appointment with Fellow Daoist Ye Yang, who is an expert in both swords and sabers from Feitian Sect, so we came here today to visit you."

His voice was cold and had a special charm, and there was no trace of
When Zhang Hao heard the word "Qilin Clan", he was shocked and the expression on his face instantly became extremely solemn.

Although he was young, he knew the status of the Qilin clan in the history of the cultivation world. He did not expect to meet them here today.

"The Qilin tribe? This... this is a tribe that has disappeared for a long time. This matter is too serious. I need to go back to the sect to inform the head and the elders. Please wait here for a while, okay?"

Zhang Hao tried his best to make his tone sound polite and courteous.
As the descendant of Zhang Hao, the third hero of Feitian Sect, he later changed his name to Zhang Hao to avoid the war. He was admitted into Feitian Sect in the last disciple competition, and now he has changed his name back to Zhang.

Just when Zhang was about to say something, a voice came from Feitian Gate.

"Zhang Hao, you step back first."

When you first hear this voice, it seems to be far away in the sky, but when you listen carefully, it seems to be right next to your ear.

"It's Patriarch Ye."

Zhang Hao felt his heartbeat suddenly quicken, cold sweat broke out on his palms, his eyes were fixed on Ye Yang, his heart was filled with excitement.

He is the ancestor of the Feitian Sect and now a legendary figure in the world of cultivation.

He single-handedly led the rise of the Feitian Sect, broke into the Jiuyou Demon Cave alone, razed the Blood and Bone Cult's lair with the power of his sword, confronted the Yuanshen Dao realm, wiped out the Lietian Sword Sect, and with his sword and saber, he intimidated the Dayun Dynasty for decades so that they dared not move forward.

Many shocking feats were accomplished by him.

Now, with such a great man standing right in front of us, how can one not get excited?

After seeing Ye Yang at this moment, the people from the ancient Qilin clan who came here also showed expressions of surprise.

Especially the blond Qilin boy who was in the lead, his eyes widened and he thought to himself.

“Is this the master of both swords and sabers? He is indeed extraordinary. No wonder Fourth Uncle, who has the blood of the ancient saint, also praises him highly. I also heard that he is also a powerful water alchemist. I am afraid that this time, the ancestor’s injury will fall on him.”

Ye Yang bowed slightly.

"Dear fellow Taoists from the ancient Qilin clan, I'm sorry for not welcoming you in person."

The ancient saint Qilin walked forward and clasped his fists slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, I am sorry to bother you this time because the situation is really critical."

At some point, the blond young man from the Qilin tribe also stepped forward and bowed.

"Senior Ye, I have long admired your great name. When I was in the sect, I often heard your legendary stories. I am very lucky to meet you today."

The ancient saint of Qilin spoke.

"This is the third holy son of my ancient Qilin clan, born with Qilin golden blood."

Ye Yang glanced at him and felt that although this young boy was not very old, he was emitting a fiery golden light all over his body. The light seemed to be substantial, surrounding the boy's body, faintly revealing an ancient and majestic aura, as if it had a mysterious resonance with the sacred place of Lingxiao Peak of the ancient Qilin clan.

The young man raised his head slightly and looked directly at Ye Yang. There was no fear in his eyes, but rather an innate pride. After all, he had the golden blood of the Qilin and was highly respected in the clan.

His young face had firm lines, and his red hair was like a burning flame, fluttering gently in the mountain breeze, adding a bit of unruly look.

A hint of gentleness flashed in Ye Yang's eyes.

"You are young and you should be brave. The road of cultivation is long. You should be diligent."

"Fellow Taoists, please follow me."

After saying this, Ye Yang led them into the Feitian Gate.

Ye Yang and the Ancient Saint Qilin sat opposite each other.

The ancient saint of Qilin stepped forward, presented the jade box with both hands, and spoke in a muffled voice.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, my ancient Qilin clan has prepared a small gift for you. I hope you will accept it. I came here this time to discuss something important."

Ye Yang raised his hand slightly, indicating to stand up, and took the jade box, but did not open it. Instead, he put the jade box aside.

Ye Yang raised the corner of his mouth and clasped his fists, saying, "Son, why do you need to bring gifts? You are really too polite."

The ancient saint Qilin restrained his smile and said with a serious expression.

"Brother Ye, I believe you still remember our previous agreement. Now, a senior of my Qilin Ancient Clan is seriously injured and urgently needs water-based elixir to heal his wounds. Brother Ye, you are an expert in both swords and sabers, and you are also quite accomplished in alchemy, especially the method of refining water-based elixir, which is unmatched. Therefore, I specially come to invite Brother Ye to move to the Qilin Ancient Clan and lend a helping hand to us."

After hearing this, Ye Yang lowered his head and thought for a moment.

He made an agreement with the ancient Qilin clan that if the other party handed over the incomplete Yuanshen Taoist weapon, he would help them refine the Linglong Huohuan Pill to help a senior from the ancient Qilin clan recover from his injuries.

He raised his head and said with a firm look: "Don't worry, Your Highness, we have already discussed it before. Ye will definitely do his best to help." Qilin Ancient Saint showed joy on his face and bowed his hands again to thank him: "Brother Ye is righteous, and the Qilin Ancient Clan will remember it in their hearts. There is no time to lose, let's set off now."

Ye Yang hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

"Of course there is nothing wrong with this matter, but..."

When he said this, Ye Yang glanced at the Ancient Saint Qilin. It was not that he intended to break the contract, but at the moment when he was talking with the Ancient Saint Qilin just now, a special tremor appeared in his mind.

The information seemed to come from the depths of distant time and space, carrying an inexplicable summoning power that caused Ye Yang's soul to tremble slightly.

Seeing Ye Yang's expression, Qilin Ancient Saint also noticed something strange and spoke up.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist, but I don't know when we can set off."

Ye Yang did not answer immediately, but closed his eyes and pondered for a while, exhaled a breath, and then spoke.

"We will set out three days later."

Hearing Ye Yang's words, Qilin Ancient Saint couldn't help but feel relieved. Although his third great-uncle was seriously injured now, he could still wait for three days.

Ye Yang asked someone to make good arrangements for the Ancient Saint Qilin, and then went to the quiet room for retreat.

As soon as he walked into the house, Ye Yang no longer hesitated, sat cross-legged, and used all his strength to exert the power of his soul that he had just comprehended.

The next moment, his whole body was shining brightly, and a ray of Yin and Yang light also descended from the Yin-Yang Guixu Formation, rotating around him.

At this moment, Ye Yang's soul was like a bright sun. The yin and yang energy behind him was spinning and interweaving into a vortex. A special force rushed towards the sky.

At the same time, the space behind Ye Yang became turbulent and illusory.

After a while, a crack gradually appeared in the space behind him that seemed extremely solid.

Light was overflowing from the crack, as if opening a door to an unknown world.

Ye Yang gritted his teeth and continued to increase his strength, and the crack behind him became bigger and bigger.

Finally, with a loud "bang", the sky was completely opened, and what appeared before Ye Yang's eyes was a vast and boundless world.

"here it is?"

Ye Yang looked up, and saw mountains, rivers and streams crisscrossing all around him, filled with spiritual mist, like a fairyland, but with a different kind of solemn atmosphere.

Not far from him was a group of mountains shrouded in mist. In the mountains sat an old man cross-legged. He was wearing a plain robe with sleeves fluttering in the wind. His white hair was tangled together and had even reached his feet. However, he was still energetic, and his eyes were deep and wise.

The moment he saw this figure, Ye Yang was immediately shocked. It turned out to be Shanhai Diaoyunke. He hurriedly walked up to him and spoke.

"Hello, senior. I wonder where this place is?"

When Shanhai Diaoyunke saw Ye Yang appear here, he bowed to Ye Yang and congratulated him.

"Congratulations, my friend, on your great progress in strength. Your soul has begun to transform into a spirit. You are gifted and hardworking. I think it won't be long before you can enter the spirit realm."

Ye Yang hurriedly returned the gift, but his heart was full of confusion, but the next moment, he understood and spoke.

"Senior, you just invited me."

Shanhai Diaoyunke sighed slightly, the smile on his face faded, replaced by a solemn expression, and spoke slowly.

"Yes, I have no choice but to come here today to seek you out. I also have something important to ask of you."

Ye Yang's heart trembled.

"You are too polite, Senior. You helped me overcome difficulties and helped Feitianmen successfully resist the attacks of Yuanshen cultivators. If you have any questions, please feel free to tell me. As long as I can do my best, I will do my best."

Shanhai Diaoyunke nodded, raised his hand and pointed into the distance, with a hint of worry in his eyes, and said.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, I told you before that I came from this Mountain and Sea Realm. This Mountain and Sea Realm was once peaceful and tranquil, but now, there are demon cultivators from outside the domain coming to take advantage of us from time to time. The Mountain and Sea Realm has suffered from war and is now in chaos."

"Wherever the war went, countless lives were lost, countless towns were destroyed, and innocent people were displaced. It was truly horrific."

"Although I have tried my best to mediate and quell this war, the demons are powerful. Fellow Daoist Ye, you have now entered the realm of half-step soul, and your soul power is strong. If you can let your soul fly away in the future and go to the Mountain and Sea Realm to help me, perhaps we can turn the tide of the war and bring peace back to the Mountain and Sea Realm."

Ye Yang looked in the direction pointed by Shanhai Diaoyunke. The boundless and ethereal world of Yuanshen was swirling with clouds and mist, as if it was the place where chaos first began.

He saw thick smoke billowing in some places in the distance and could faintly hear the sound of fighting. The tragic scene made him frown.

The mysterious mountain and sea fisherman appeared here, with his white hair fluttering freely, making it impossible to see his face clearly, but one can truly feel the powerful aura like the deep and majestic mountains.

"Senior, you are very powerful, but if your opponent can't even handle you,

Ye Yang remembered how powerful the opponent was when Yuanshen Taoist Lu Yu came to attack Feitianmen.

The opponent came across the distance between the mountain and sea world and the cultivation world, and descended with the help of Feitian Sect's Yin-Yang Guixu Formation. With a stroke in the air, the mysterious Yuanshen Taoist Lu Yu was no match at all.

Although I don't know what level the other party's cultivation has reached, whether it is the realm of refining emptiness or the realm of thunder tribulation, but to be fair.

Even Gu Songzi, who was about to break through to the realm of refining emptiness, did not give Ye Yang such a strong sense of oppression.

"The other side has more people and more power, and I don't have many capable disciples. Although you haven't officially broken through to the Yuanshen Dao realm, you are very powerful. Now your soul has already reached the Yuanshen Dao realm. I think ordinary Yuanshen Daoists are no match for you."

After Ye Yang pondered for a moment, he agreed to the other party's invitation.

The other party rescued Feitianmen from the water and fire before, which is a favor.

Now that I'm in trouble and have asked him for help, I have to repay him no matter what.

In other words.

There are wars and demons everywhere in the cultivation world today. If we encounter difficulties in the future, we may need to make requests of the other party.

Now, it is a good opportunity to provide timely assistance and form an alliance.

At this time, Shanhai Diaoyunke spoke again.

"Fellow Daoist, I have been practicing my sword pointing at you for many years. I wonder if today you can let me see your sword pointing at you."

Shanhai Diaoyunke's voice was low, like drifting clouds and mist, yet it echoed clearly in Ye Yang's ears.

Ye Yang looked at Shanhai Diaoyunke. The Sword Finger to the End of the World was ranked ninety-third on the Taoist magical powers rankings. Although it was at the bottom, for him now, it was also the Taoist magic with the greatest potential and the strongest power.

When the other party says this, he may want to point out something to you.

In that case, it’s a good thing.

The next moment, Ye Yang launched the Tianya Sword.

The spiritual energy in the body began to circulate, and the fingertips instantly shone brightly.

He stepped lightly, rose into the air, and pointed a finger at the void ahead.

In an instant, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered together madly, and a dazzling sword light shot out like a rainbow piercing the sun, and the surrounding clouds and sky were scattered.

Wherever the sword light went, the space seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, making a "sizzling" sound.

For a moment, the heaven and earth shook, sand and rocks flew everywhere, and the momentum of destroying the world made the mountains in the distance tremble, as if they were about to be crushed by this force.

Shanhai Diaoyunke stood with his hands behind his back, watching everything quietly. After the light faded, he shook his head slightly.

"The technique is crude but not refined. It has power but wastes the exquisiteness of this magical power."

"The Sword Finger of the Ends of the World focuses on the use of spatial force. It emphasizes that the world is within reach and can be reached in an instant. When the sword is fired, the flow of spiritual power must be like a gurgling stream, continuous and precise. The sword finger is not just a simple release of power..."

As he spoke, Shanhai Diaoyunke raised his hand and casually made a move. It seemed so gentle, but it caused the surrounding spiritual energy to form a perfect vortex.

In the center of the vortex, dozens of sword energies were condensed like substance. Although they did not have the earth-shattering momentum of Ye Yang, they were sharp enough to make people shudder.

"Fellow Daoist, please read this." (End of this chapter)