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

The tomb was dead silent, with only the dim, flickering ghost fire emitting a faint and eerie light in the corner, adding a bit of chill to this gloomy place.

suddenly.

A dull "creak" sound broke the silence.

Zhang Xing looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the huge coffin was shaking violently, and the gap between the coffin lid and the coffin body was as if being slowly pried open by an invisible giant hand.

Then, a dry, pale, and veiny claw slowly stretched out, as if it had emerged from the abyss of hell, with a creepy aura.

At the moment when the dark ghost claw appeared.

An extremely cold breath, like a surging tide, came towards me with overwhelming force.

Wherever this breath passed, the air condensed instantly and turned into a thin layer of frost. The will-o'-the-wisp fire also swayed violently under the impact of this breath and was almost extinguished.

Zhang Xing felt his entire body go cold, as if he was instantly dragged into an ice cellar, with the chill penetrating his bones.

"Who?!"

Zhang Xing roared in fear, and his originally deep corpse pupils suddenly shrank, like two ghost fires that were about to go out.

The evil spirit around him surged wildly like a disturbed evil beast, trying to build a defensive barrier to resist the invading force of this uninvited guest.

However, that cold aura seemed to have life, like a thorn in the flesh, penetrating every pore, drilling straight into his sea of ​​consciousness, and invading the depths of his soul in the blink of an eye.

“Hehehe…youngster, don’t struggle in vain.”

A hoarse and cold voice, like fingernails scraping across a rough stone wall, suddenly rang in Zhang Xing's mind.

Although the voice was not loud, it contained an indescribable pressure and a unique domineering aura.

Zhang Xing was shocked when he heard the voice.

He got goosebumps all over his body.

I just felt this powerful aura, as if it was from a cultivator in the Yuanshen Dao realm, high in the sky, out of reach.

Especially the unique aura, which was like a towering mountain, pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe.

"Who are you?!"

Zhang Xing suppressed his inner fear and asked in a stern voice, with a slight tremor in his voice, yet revealing his unwillingness and stubbornness.

"I am... the 'Yin Gu Dao Ren' of Haiyun Building. Don't be afraid."

The voice chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm in it, as if mocking Zhang Xing's ignorance and insignificance.

"I have been in meditation for a hundred years. Today, only a remnant of my soul remains here, just waiting for a destined person."

Zhang Xing instantly became alert, as if facing a powerful enemy.

Especially when he heard the four words "Yin Gu Taoist", his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Although he had never heard of the name of Yin Gu Taoist.

However, he still knew the importance of the word "Taoist".

These two words are well-known and almost stand at the top of the current cultivation world.

"What do you want to do?"

Zhang Xing tried hard to keep his voice calm, but his slightly trembling tone still revealed his inner nervousness.

"Simple."

The voice of the Taoist Yin Gu seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, with a hint of chillness.

“I can help you break through to become a Purple Mansion True Person, and even… let your corpse take one step further, one step further!
"what!"

Hearing this, Zhang Xing was suddenly shocked.

Along with it comes an indescribable feeling of excitement, excitement and panic.

At this moment, a strange light flashed in his corpse pupils because of this momentary excitement.

The realm of Purple Mansion True Man is the realm he has always dreamed of.

If it could break through to the level of Purple Mansion True Person, not only would its life span be greatly increased, but its strength would also experience a qualitative leap.

I will never again struggle in the realm of a warrior like I do now.

"What's the price?"

Zhang Xing suppressed his inner excitement and asked in a deep voice. There was a hint of hoarseness in his voice, as if his throat was choked by this huge temptation.

"Help me... escape from the Ocean Shipping Building."

The Taoist Yin Gu's voice suddenly became extremely cold, like a sharp dagger cutting through the calm surface of the lake.

"Although I have been dead for many years, the flesh body of a cultivator in the Yuanshen Dao realm is undefeated, and the Yuanshen infant still retains a trace of spiritual light. I can sense that there are still three powerful auras in the outside world. If you can help me take me away from here, I will teach you the real 'Nine Yin Corpse Dao'!"

“You must know that the Nine Yin Corpse Shedding Technique you just saw is just the tip of the iceberg. It only passes on knowledge to the warrior realm. Everything after that is in my mind.”

Hearing this, Zhang was silent for a while, his mind was in a mess.

Breaking through the realm of true man is a huge temptation, and no one would ignore it.

This is especially true for him, a monk who is about to reach the limit of his life.

If he fails to seize this opportunity, he may not have any chance or possibility of a breakthrough in the next few decades.

The person in front of him is also a senior executive of the Shipping Building. If he is rescued today, will it cause more troubles in the future?

What if it harms the sect? After all, the threat posed by the Yuanshen Dao realm cultivators is far beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators.

Although he has switched to practicing corpse cultivation, he was once an elder of Feitian Sect after all and had spent countless days and nights in Feitian Sect, where he has his fellow disciples, memories and concerns.

My own cultivation is largely due to the teachings of the sect.

If he really helped Taoist Yingu to escape from trouble, it would mean that he would completely break with the sect and become a traitor that everyone would hate.

But if he doesn't agree... he might never have the chance to break through to become a Purple Mansion True Person in this life.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xing felt a sharp pain in his heart.

The path of cultivation is already difficult and full of obstacles. In order to improve his strength, he has gone through countless hardships. Now that this rare opportunity is before him, how can he give up so easily?

"What do you think? Junior, you only have one chance."

The voice of Yin Gu Taoist sounded again, full of temptation, as if the devil was whispering in one's ear.

"You have now reached the end of your life. You are neither a human nor a corpse. It is better to...completely embark on the path of corpses and become the Supreme Corpse Immortal!"

Zhang Xing's corpse pupils flashed bloody light, and his inner struggle reached its extreme. On one side was the righteousness of the sect, which was the belief he had always adhered to and the root of his cultivation.

On one side is the chance of immortality, the powerful force he has always dreamed of and the key to changing his destiny.

These two things, like the two ends of a scale, kept swaying in his mind, making it difficult for him to make a decision.

Finally, after a long and painful thought, he slowly raised his head, and a trace of determination flashed in his corpse pupils, like a meteor streaking through the night sky.

"Okay...I promise you!"

The remaining soul of the Taoist Yin Gu let out a low laugh. That laugh was like the cry of a night owl, echoing in Zhang Xing's mind, carrying a hint of satisfaction after success.

"Wise choice……"

"Don't worry, follow me, and you will get what you didn't get before, and you will get it again if you already have it."

Hearing this, Zhang Xing clenched his hands tightly. The nails on his zombie hands, which were blue and red, were deeply embedded in his palms.

the other side.

Deep in the profound and mysterious Sutra Repository of Haiyun Building, time slips away slowly, as if time has stood still.

The dim light shines through the high-hanging glass lamps, casting mottled shadows on the mountains of books piled up around.

Ye Yang stood tall with his hands behind his back, his eyes like a sharp hawk, examining the vast collection of books one by one.

The Dragon King and the Three Dream Demon Kings were also very curious about the books in the Sutra Library.

The two of them walked with steady and powerful steps, moving between the bookshelves, their slender fingertips gently sliding across rows of jade slips that exuded an ancient atmosphere.

In his dragon pupils, golden light jumped and flickered like a burning flame, reflecting the ancient runes on the jade slip.

However, in a moment, his thick eyebrows wrinkled slightly, as if covered by a layer of haze that was difficult to dispel.

"It's strange, although there are countless books in this pavilion, they are all ordinary skills. Where is the real Taoist method that can make Haiyun Tower stand firm?"

A sly smile appeared on the corner of the Three Dream Demon King's mouth. He gently waved the white feather fan in his hand, and then gently pressed his palm on the cold ground. In this quiet atmosphere, he seemed to merge into one with the earth.

After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, a strange red light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted loudly.

"There are still restrictions underground." (End of this chapter)