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

Just at this time.

A middle-aged monk with a stern face looked at Ye Yang as if he had thought of something and suddenly stopped.

Then, he took a few quick steps forward, bowed deeply to Ye Yang respectfully, his words full of respect.

"Junior, the Iron-faced Yama Zhao Wuya, pays homage to the Taoist Patriarch!"

"I really didn't know you were coming today, and I was unable to greet you from afar. I hope Daozu will forgive me and pardon my sins!"

These words were like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing a thousand waves.

Everyone present looked at the person who was speaking, and their hearts were shocked. They couldn't help but take a breath, their eyes full of astonishment.

You know, this Iron-faced Yama Zhao Wuya has always been known for his unruly nature. On weekdays, he even looks down on the leaders of major sects and is very arrogant.

But at this moment, he was so humble and respectful to the person in front of him. How could this not be shocking?
Ye Yang looked calm, nodded slightly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, and asked: "Do you recognize me?"

A layer of fine beads of sweat instantly seeped out of Zhao Wuya's forehead. He bent his waist even lower, and his posture became more respectful.

"One hundred years ago, when the Tianxing Pavilion in Tao'an Market opened, I had the honor to admire the peerless demeanor of Daozu from afar. That kind of grace and charm is still unforgettable to me."

"Today I dare to guess, is Daozu coming here to comprehend the secret of this sword monument?"

Ye Yang nodded gently, his tone steady: "That's right."

"Daozu, please follow me!"

Zhao Wuya did not dare to delay for even a second, and hurriedly stepped aside to lead the way. At the same time, he secretly winked at the monks who were standing there like wooden sculptures with astonished faces, and scolded them in a low voice.

"Get out of the way quickly!"

After hearing the instructions, those people left in a hurry.

When Ye Yang's tall figure gradually disappeared into the depths of the forbidden area, the few real talents who had been stunned just now seemed to wake up from a dream and hurriedly surrounded Zhao Wuya.

One of them spoke first, his face full of confusion.

"Senior Zhao, who on earth is that person? How could he make you do this..."

Zhao Wuya let out a long sigh, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and looked solemn.

"You guys almost got into a huge disaster! Do you know who that person was just now?"

Everyone looked at each other in confusion and shook their heads.

Zhao Wuya lowered his voice, but a trace of fear still remained in his eyes.

"He is Ye Yang, who is an expert in both swords and knives! Do you know who defeated the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect back then? At that time, he was still a True Man of Dharma. He held a sword in one hand and a knife in the other, and struck the demon clan's Taoist Primordial Spirit with the force of thunder, breaking his arm. He was truly incomparable and feared by the world!"

"What's more, it has been a hundred years since the other party broke through the Yuanshen Dao realm. His strength is so strong that it is unimaginable."

"Wha...what?!"

When several real people heard this, their faces turned pale, their legs couldn't help but become slightly weak, and their faces were full of fear.

One of them spoke with a trembling voice and stammered.

"That's the one... the one who cut through the Red Dragon Mountain Range with one sword, forcing Netherworld Huangquan to not dare to enter again..."

"Shh!"

Zhao Wuya hurriedly spoke out to stop him, his eyes full of tension and vigilance.

"Don't mention this matter again! He is a very low-key person and hates others talking about him behind his back. You must remember this!"

After hearing this, everyone immediately fell silent. When they looked towards the forbidden area, their eyes were filled with deep awe.

Deep in the forbidden area.

Ye Yang stood quietly in front of the ancient sword monument that was dozens of feet tall.

The sword monument is covered with dense, criss-crossing sword marks. Each sword mark seems to be a mark of time, containing earth-shaking sword intent and exuding a breathtaking majesty.

"A hundred years..."

Ye Yang gently stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the surface of the stele, with a trace of distant reminiscence flashing in his eyes.

"It is said that the 'Flying Fairy from the Sky' sword technique of the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect was derived from this stone tablet. This shows that this stone tablet is by no means as simple as imagined."

“I’m visiting the old place again today, I wonder if I can gain anything.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he put his two fingers together, turned them into a sword shape, and gently pointed at the center of the stele.

A clear, melodious and extremely loud sword sound suddenly rang out, like the sound of a huge bell, resounding through the sky and shaking the entire valley.

In an instant, the sword monument burst into a dazzling golden light that was impossible to look directly at.

Countless sword energies were like nimble dragons, circling and dancing in the air, galloping and roaring around Ye Yang.

What was even more astonishing was that thousands of sword shadows spontaneously emerged around Ye Yang. These sword shadows responded to the sword energy on the monument, resonated with each other, and gradually merged into one.

Gradually, the sword energy on his body and the ancient and powerful sword intent on the giant monument produced a wonderful resonance, echoing and blending with each other.

Time passed quietly without us noticing, and three days went by in a flash.

Ye Yang was like an ancient statue, sitting still, as if he had merged into one with the world.

Suddenly, a bright sword light appeared between his eyebrows, and the sword light became brighter and brighter, as if it was a star that was about to rise.

Then, his whole body slowly rose into the air, as if he was held up by an invisible force and floating in the air.

"Zheng——"

A clear and long sword sound suddenly rang out, like the sound of nature, but containing endless majesty and power.

Dazzling sword light burst out from Ye Yang's body. The light was like the rising sun, becoming stronger and brighter, and finally turned into a sword pillar that pierced the sky and the earth, reaching straight into the sky.

At the same time, the sword mark on the giant monument also shone brightly.

He pointed in the air, and a bright sword light cut through the sky like lightning. Wherever it passed, the void shattered, revealing dark and deep cracks.

"The power of this Tianya Sword Finger has increased a lot."

"Now it's time to go to the Sword Burial Valley for a while."

Ye Yang muttered to himself and quickly left the range of the stone tablet.

And the other side.

On the shore of the East China Sea.

In the turbulent and boundless sea, rugged reefs stand scattered around.

Taoist Gu Xuan was wearing a green Taoist robe that rustled in the wind.

At this moment, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, flashing with cold light, staring intently at the sea in the distance.

The originally calm sea surface suddenly began to surge with strange waves. The black waves surged like ink, as if it was an evil force surging from the depths of hell.

"Sure enough, he still came."

Gu Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he snorted coldly.

As he moved, the bronze compass hidden in his sleeve suddenly shone brightly.

A dazzling and mysterious green light shot up into the sky, appearing particularly dazzling against the dim sea and sky, as if fighting against the impending evil force.

"Boom!" Accompanied by a deafening noise, it was as if thunder exploded between heaven and earth.

A blood wave with a strong smell of blood, like a ferocious beast, roared towards the shore.

At this moment, dense groups of demons broke out of the water, as if they were going to devour everything in front of them.

In front of this group of demon cultivators, the leader was hunched over, with his back bent like a bow, and holding a bone scepter tightly in his hand.

The scepter was surrounded by wisps of foul-smelling black air, and the air seemed to be corroded wherever it passed.

"The bone-eating old demon!"

"Hehehe... Old Gu Xuan."

As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

Both of them were guarding an area near the East China Sea. Although they belonged to different camps, they had heard of each other's names before and had investigated each other in detail, so they knew each other well.

The bone-eating old demon let out a creepy laugh, and his rotten lips split strangely all the way to his ears, revealing a mouthful of uneven, dark-green teeth.

"Gu Xuan, my little boy, today is the day you die. I heard that you have just achieved the breakthrough of the Dharma Realm not long ago. It just so happens that I will pick your Dharma Realm achievement and offer it to my Ten Thousand Souls Banner, so that your hundred years of practice will be in vain in one day!" (End of this chapter)