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

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At this moment, in the Sutra Library of the Haiyun Building, the quiet atmosphere was suddenly broken.

Ye Yang had just finished engraving the jade slip of "The Infinite Sea Sutra" when, at this moment, the void in front of him suddenly shook violently without any warning, as if a powerful force that was trying to break free from its restraints was surging in it.

"not good!"

Ye Yang seemed to have thought of something and took out a life lamp from his storage bag.

The soul fire in the lamp, which should have been as bright as the moon, now flickered like a candle in a storm.

What was even more terrifying was that the glass lampshade was covered with spider-web-like bloody cracks at some point - that was a sign of the backlash of his life's essence and blood.

“Frost!”

After a while, the life lamp in Ye Yang's palm began to whine as if it could not bear the heavy burden, and cracks appeared on it.

"boom--"

Just at this time.

A crack suddenly appeared in the life lamp, and a wisp of soul fire flowed out from between his fingers, outlining a blurry picture in the air.

The broken mountain gate, the collapsed sword monument, and the glaring bloodstains on Huo Bingshuang's white sleeves.

Seeing this, Ye Yang was stunned.

Then, a blood-red rune slowly rose from the life lamp. After spinning strangely for several times in the air, it exploded with a loud bang and turned into four shocking large characters.

"The mountain gate was attacked!"

"not good!"

"This is Feitianmen's highest level help-seeking talisman!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Yang stood up suddenly.

"How is that possible? Feitianmen is protected by the Yin-Yang Guixu Formation, so it should be foolproof..."

However, the current situation cannot be faked.

next moment.

Ye Yang pointed his finger in the air, enlightening the void, and the spiritual power in his body burned wildly.

His voice was eerily calm, but the blue bricks under his feet were cracking inch by inch.

"My two Taoist friends, I will go first."

Before he finished speaking, a huge sword-shaped wing suddenly appeared behind Ye Yang.

The pair of giant wings were surrounded by wind and thunder, and the sword energy was so strong that it seemed to split the space.

The next moment, the sword wing flashed, then soared into the sky, directly splitting the dome of the Sutra Library, and Ye Yang flew away.

In the sword light that shot up into the sky, the Three Dream Demon Kings and the Dragon King clearly saw drops of blood dripping from Ye Yang's torn tiger's mouth.

They both knew that it was the energy of their spiritual power running wildly in their bodies that caused the wound to be torn apart because they held the sword too tightly.

"Fellow Taoist, be careful."

However, just as the Three Dream Demon King was about to speak, before his words fell, Ye Yang had already transformed into an extremely dazzling green sword rainbow and rushed towards the sky.

The wind and thunder sword wings spread out with a bang, accompanied by thunder and whistling wind, and every flap seemed to tear the space apart.

Wherever the sword light passed, the space was like a broken mirror, shattering piece by piece.

Ye Yang forcefully activated his spiritual power, at the terrible cost of sacrificing his own essence and blood, and forcibly performed the forbidden space-crossing technique!

In that deep crack in the void, blood slowly seeped out of Ye Yang's seven orifices, and the bright red blood drops instantly dissipated in the turbulence of the void.

Even if he used his Yuanshen Dao realm cultivation to forcibly break through the space here, it would still be a bit difficult for Ye Yang to travel such a long distance with his cultivation level.

However, think of the situation of Feitianmen.

Ye Yang seemed to be unaware of the pain and continued to burn his own blood and essence madly, just to be faster.

Soon, countless scenes flashed before Ye Yang's eyes like a kaleidoscope.

When he first entered Feitian Gate, he looked at the farm girl with a sallow face, lifeless eyes and blood all over her body on the bluestone steps in front of the gate.

"My name is Yan Tunan. I was sold by my family in exchange for my brother's wife. I escaped. I just want to survive. I wonder if there are any leftovers for me. Please take me in like you would a kitten or a puppy!"

Ye Yang was also very young at that time, and had just awakened his wisdom. He stood with his eyes lowered, looked at the figure, walked up to her, and supported her.

-

He saw...

When he was injured during sword practice for the first time, Yan Qingying squatted beside him, pinching a red pill between her fingertips and stuffing it into his mouth with a smile:
"Brother Ye, this is the 'Blood Marrow Pill' I secretly took from the Alchemy Room. Don't tell anyone!"

As the pill went down my throat, the burning pain disappeared immediately.

-

He saw...

That year the mountains were covered with snow.

While he was in seclusion, his disciple Huo Bingshuang stood silently outside the hall, took out a broom and cleared the snow for him.

When he came out of seclusion, Huo Bingshuang said lightly:
"Master, it's snowing, and I thought that no one has cleaned this quiet room, so I came here to clean it up."

But when she turned and left, her expression of concern could not be false at all.

-

He saw...

One day, Huo Bingshuang got drunk, sat on the roof holding a sword, pointed at the starry sky and shouted:
"Master! One day, I will let my sword illuminate the entire cultivation world! I will not let you down."

The night wind blew away her long hair and the tears in her eyes.

——That was the first time she mentioned the unbearable status of her biological father from the Huo family in Kyoto.

"boom--!"

The memory stopped abruptly.

"Faster...faster!"

The wind and thunder power on the sword wings was extremely violent. The force ruthlessly tore his skin and blood splattered, but he seemed unaware. There was only one firm belief in his eyes: to rush back to Feitian Gate.

After a while, the situation changed drastically.

As Ye Yang staggered out of the crack in the void, a strong and disgusting smell of blood instantly hit him in the face.

"damn it."

Ye Yang looked up and discovered that the main peak of Feitianmen had been cut off in half by some extremely terrifying force. The rocks at the broken part were jagged, like a hideous wound on the earth.

The most shocking thing is the ravine that stretches for thousands of feet in front of the mountain gate.

The ravine was deep, long and wide, obviously the result of a swordsman's final and decisive strike at the cost of his life.

At the end of the ravine, two broken swords were crossed and stuck in the ground. The sword tassels swayed gently and lonely in the biting wind, as if telling of their owner's indomitable spirit.

"Junior Sister Yan...Frost..."

Ye Yang struggled to push aside the layers of rubble.

When he finally saw the two figures supporting each other under the ruins with weak breaths, Huo Bingshuang's face was as pale as paper and his breath was so weak that it almost dissipated.

Yan Qingying's body was already soaked in blood, and her long sword was broken into two pieces and scattered around her.

Ye Yang touched the two men's brows with his fingertips, and his expression became more solemn as his true energy circulated. "The blood and essence are exhausted, the mana is depleted, and even the Purple Palace is almost collapsed..."

He raised his head suddenly, the murderous intent in his eyes burst out like substance, the temperature around him dropped suddenly, and even the air seemed to solidify.

"Demons!"

A low roar sounded like thunder, shaking the entire Feitianmen ruins! But soon, Ye Yang forced himself to suppress his anger.

He flipped his hand and took out two crystal clear pills.

This is the "Nine-turn Soul-Restoring Pill", which has a very good healing effect. It is laborious to refine, and even Ye Yang spent a lot of effort to refine it successfully. After feeding the two people the pill, Ye Yang carefully explored it and found that there was still a trace of extremely weak vitality flowing in the meridians of the two people.

That was the last bit of their life force that they fought desperately to protect.

The two knew that their opponents were too powerful, so they took Feitianmen's Sanbao Wanying Pills in advance to protect their heart meridians.

Although these two are now on the brink of life and death.

But fortunately, as long as there is a trace of vitality, there is room for recovery.

"so far so good……"

The next moment, Ye Yang waved his hand, and a vast amount of spiritual power surged out, slowly flowing into the bodies of the two. He also took out many treasured elixirs and put them into the two people's mouths without hesitation.

The vast true essence poured in like a river, helping them dissolve the power of the medicine. They desperately tried to retain their vitality that was about to dissipate like a candle in the wind.

However, Ye Yang then discovered a tricky thing.

The bodies of the two had long been corroded by the evil demonic energy, leaving them riddled with holes and in pieces, like a tattered spider web, and their purple mansion Taoist platforms and souls were even more shaky and on the verge of collapse.

Even if they have the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill to keep them hanging.

At this moment, he could only barely provide them with a faint breath, like a thin life-saving straw.

"No...at this rate, they won't last more than half a day!"

"A large amount of vitality is needed to make up for the weakness!"

Suddenly, Ye Yang raised his head abruptly, and his bloodshot eyes looked at the Sanbao Ling River winding in his hands.

This spiritual river has brought countless contributions to him since he got it. It condenses the endless essence of heaven, earth and man, and is very precious.

"Although it is the foundation of alchemy by water method, but... using it to save people is also a good use of it!"

A trace of determination flashed in Ye Yang's eyes, and he secretly made a heavy decision in his heart.

Without hesitation, Ye Yang raised his hand and formed a seal. An extremely sharp sword light flashed like a flash of lightning, cutting through the sky and slashing straight towards the source of the Ling River!

"boom--!"

A deafening roar was heard, and the entire Sanbao Ling River shook violently. Huge waves rose into the sky like raging waves.

Ye Yang grabbed with his five fingers, and saw three dazzling and bright streams of light being forcibly pulled out of the spiritual river.

The clarity of the spiritual energy of heaven, the mellowness of the essence of the earth, and the warmth of the breath of humanity!

The essence of the three treasures fell from the sky like a dazzling galaxy, slowly rotating around Huo Bingshuang and Yan Qingying, and then seeping into their bodies like a trickle, trying to repair their broken bodies.

"Congeal!"

Ye Yang let out a low shout and quickly put his hands together. The essence of the three treasures instantly turned into a crystal clear cocoon of light, tightly wrapping the two of them.

Within the cocoon of light, the two's originally broken bodies slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Their souls and Zifu Daotai, which were about to collapse, were also stabilized bit by bit, as if they had found a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

"cough……"

Finally, Yan Qingying's eyelashes on her paper-pale face trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her lips moved slightly, and she weakly uttered two words: "Senior Brother Ye...?"

The voice was as weak as a mosquito, but it seemed as if all the strength in the body was used.

Huo Bingshuang also spoke weakly.

"Brother Ye...?"

Immediately afterwards, Yan Qingying also groaned and moved her fingertips slightly, as if she was trying to struggle to get up.

Ye Yang held her down, his voice hoarse but full of concern.

"Don't move, take a good breath."

Huo Bingshuang looked around weakly. When her eyes fell on the broken mountain gate and the dried-up Ling River, her pupils suddenly shrank and her eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

"Master, this is your Sanbao Linghe River...you..."

Ye Yang shook his head gently, his tone calm but firm.

"If you lose the seeds of heaven, earth and water, you can choose another one, but when you die, you lose everything."

Ye Yang slowly stood up, turned his back to the two of them, and looked towards the blood-red sky in the distance.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, casting a long shadow.

There was murderous intent in his eyes, as if it wanted to swallow up the entire world.

"Take good care of your injuries, and leave the rest to me."

He looked around.

Feitianmen, this towering foundation, was once so glorious and magnificent, with towering mountain gates, splendid palaces, abundant spiritual veins and power, and the mountain protection formation glowing with light.

However, at this moment, it has become a desolate ruin.

The once indestructible mountain protection formation has now shattered into countless pieces, and its light has dimmed.

Even the flag of the Yin Yang Guixu Formation was not spared, and was broken by an extremely terrifying force. The inscription on the monument was completely obliterated, without a single trace of words left. Only the lower half of the stone remained, sticking diagonally into the ground, looking extremely desolate in the wind.

Ye Yang stood in the center of the ruins, his clothes already stained with blood. The bright red bloodstains intertwined with the dust looked particularly glaring.

He remained silent for a long time, without saying a word, his eyes full of grief and unwillingness.

At this moment, Ye Yang suddenly felt something in his heart. A faint strange breath quietly touched his keen perception.

Sword intent!

A sword intent that was pure to the extreme was like a lone star in a cold night. Although it was faint, it still emitted a sharp light, lingering in the void in front of the mountain gate.

Ye Yang stretched out his fingertips and gently touched the remaining sword intent.

In an instant, a powerful force surged into his consciousness like a torrent, and his consciousness seemed to be drawn into an illusory world.

He seemed to see a sword fairy in green clothes, with a graceful posture, stepping on the void, and slowly coming towards him.

The sword immortal was surrounded by a majestic sword aura, which was indescribably powerful. The next moment, he casually swung out a sword, and a dazzling sword light cut through the sky, instantly killing a rampaging demon!

That sword, seemingly understated, without the slightest bit of magnificence or publicity, actually contained the supreme true meaning of swordsmanship.

Under this sword, the heaven and earth seemed to submit to it, the surrounding space was trembling slightly, and everyone was in awe of this powerful force.

What is even more frightening is that after the sword immortal left, a giant hand that covered the sky and the sun suddenly appeared from the void.

The giant hand was dark and rough, exuding an ancient and evil aura, as if it came from an endless dark abyss. It easily tore through space and saved a Refining Void Demon Ancestor from the brink of death!
The owner of that giant hand had a much more powerful aura than any cultivator Ye Yang had ever seen.

A deep shock and fear surged in Ye Yang's heart.

"Is this... the power of a higher realm? It is far beyond the ordinary Taoist refining emptiness."

"What realm is this? A Taoist of Thunder Tribulation, a Taoist of Mahayana, or perhaps the indescribable immortal in the legend?"

Ye Yang's mind was shaken violently by the impact of this powerful force, but he soon calmed down with his strong will.

He began to carefully sense the remaining sword intent and spatial fluctuations, trying to find a hint of the secret of power from them.

The sword of the Green-Clothed Sword Immortal is pure and vast, like a mighty river. With one strike of the sword, all defenses are broken.

There are no fancy moves, but it contains the most essential and purest truth of kendo.

And that giant hand that covered the sky exuded an ancient and brutal demonic power, as if it came from an ancient barbaric era.

Just a wisp of breath was enough to make the mountains and rivers tremble. It was a kind of tyranny that crushed everything with pure force.

Ye Yang closed his eyes and concentrated, constantly deducing these two completely different forces in his sea of ​​consciousness.

His consciousness continues to explore in the collision and fusion of these two forces, trying to find his own path.

How should I go on my path? "

He looked down at his palms and clenched them slightly, as if trying to grasp a glimmer of inspiration that was about to disappear.

"One day, I will be like this too!" (End of this chapter)