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

The next moment, Ye Yang moved and walked towards the depths of the Sword Burial Valley.

The depths of the Sword Burial Valley were as intricate as a maze, filled with a heart-pounding murderous aura.

Ye Yang's figure was like a swift black lightning, constantly shuttling back and forth.

At this moment, the deeper you get into the core of the valley, the more you can sense that the sword energy in the space is becoming denser.

Some of the broken swords have been corroded by time and rusted into twisted iron bars.

However, even so, they still exude a sharp aura, as if the slightest touch could cut the skin, making people shudder.

"It should be right here..."

Ye Yang followed the memories he gained from the search.

After a while, he stopped in front of an ordinary little hill.

This earth slope is not big, only about ten feet high, and it can easily be overlooked if you don't look carefully.

however.

When Ye Yang approached, for some unknown reason, the sword energy around Ye Yang suddenly vibrated violently, as if being pulled by some powerful force.

"This is?"

Ye Yang looked at the slope in front of him.

After a while, a crack appeared on the slope, and the dust covering the surface slowly slid down without a trace of wind.

The next moment, dense sword marks and sword energy emerged from the mound.

Ye Yang took a deep breath and calmed his mind.

With a crisp and clear sword sound, the Void Red Lotus Sword was unsheathed three inches, and a sword energy condensed to the extreme burst out like a red meteor, accurately piercing into the center of the earth mound formation.

“Kacha, Kacha——”

A series of sounds like ice breaking rang out one after another, echoing in the Sword Valley.

The sword marks on the surface of the slope lit up with a faint blue light one by one. As the light flashed, these sword marks began to rearrange themselves like living things.

Eventually, they formed a huge sword-shaped pattern.

In the middle of the pattern, the soil slowly parted, revealing a stone box.

The stone box was pitch black, and its surface was covered with fine cracks, as if it had been worn out over countless years.

Ye Yang stretched out his hand and gently touched the stone box. When he touched it, the cracks on the stone box suddenly lit up with a blood-red light.

Immediately afterwards, a overwhelming murderous intent came towards him.

"There is a back-up plan."

Ye Yang snorted coldly, slapped out with one palm, and his five fingers became claws, and he plunged into the red light of the stone box without hesitation, as if he was fighting a desperate battle with this mysterious power.

"puff!"

Just as Ye Yang's hand was inserted into the red light, it was like penetrating a layer of water curtain, and Ye Yang's palm touched the object in the stone box.

Then, a broken jade slip slowly flew out of the box.

The moment his fingers touched the jade slip.

The entire Sword Burial Valley suddenly shook violently, and all the broken swords made sharp sounds at the same time, as if welcoming the return of the king.

The sound was like the sound of thousands of swords, resounding through the sky.

Ye Yang had no time to pay attention to these strange phenomena. All his attention was focused on the jade slip in his hand.

The jade piece is the size of a palm, and its entire body is an unhealthy grayish-white color, with jagged edges, as if it had been violently broken.

Especially since the place where the text should have been engraved on its surface has become blurred, and only the two words "Lietian" can be barely recognized at the end.

"It has actually become so damaged..."

Ye Yang frowned slightly, he looked at the jade slip in his hand, and the next moment, he quickly circulated the magic power in his body.

Under Ye Yang's manipulation, after this ray of sword energy entered the jade slip, countless fine golden lines immediately appeared on the surface of the jade slip, perfectly blending with his sword energy without any stagnation. It was as if they were old friends who had met again after a long separation, echoing each other.

Then, Ye Yang bit his fingertips and dripped a drop of blood onto the jade slip.

The blood did not slip out, but was quickly absorbed by the jade slip, as if attracted by a mysterious force.

Then the entire jade slip became transparent, and densely packed tiny sword shadows emerged inside.

Ye Yang circulated his spiritual power according to the special route recorded in the general outline of the sword technique. The jade slip reacted strongly to this, automatically floating three inches in front of his eyebrows and slowly rotating.

After a long time, Ye Yang opened his eyes.

"It is undoubtedly the fragment of the Sky-Splitting Sword Art."

Ye Yang's eyes sparkled and he spoke excitedly.

“Although it is incomplete, the core essence still exists.”

After confirming that it was correct, Ye Yang no longer hesitated, and his spiritual consciousness poured into the jade slip like a tide.

In an instant, he seemed to be in a sea of ​​sword energy, with sword energy crisscrossing in all directions. Each of these sword energies contained a unique artistic conception.

Some are fierce and domineering, as if they can cut off everything; some are ethereal and unpredictable, like illusory dreams; some are as heavy as mountains, giving people a feeling of being indestructible.

"When the sword is drawn, the god dies; when the sword is put away, the soul returns and the sky splits!"

Following this voice, the sword energy in the sky suddenly gathered into a huge golden torrent.

At this moment in this sword technique, Ye Yang had his eyes closed, but he could "see" the trajectory of every speck of dust within three feet around him, as if he had merged with the entire world.

Above the Sword Burial Valley.

Just when Ye Yang comprehended the Sky-Splitting Sword Technique, the originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds.

If you look closely, you will find that this is not an ordinary dark cloud, but a sword cloud formed by countless sword energy!
There were lightning and thunder in the sword cloud, and each bolt of lightning was in the shape of a giant sword.

And Ye Yang's aura began to undergo earth-shaking changes.

The originally restrained sword intent now rushed into the sky like a divine weapon unsheathed.

His hair moved without wind, and each strand had a metallic luster, as if it was woven from sword wire.

What came out with his breaths was no longer air, but wisps of subtle sword energy. The most astonishing change was the clear sword-shaped lines that appeared around him.

The lines continued to spread and soon covered Ye Yang's entire body, forming a set of natural armor.

"I see……"

This Sky-Splitting Sword Technique is indeed extraordinary.

Ye Yang sat cross-legged quietly, his posture as straight as a pine tree.

The Void Red Lotus Sword glowed with a cold luster and was placed horizontally on his knees, as if guarding its master's practice.

The broken jade slip was suspended three inches in front of his eyebrows, rotating slowly.

Ye Yang closed his eyes slightly, his breathing gradually became long and deep, and he was immersed in an extremely mysterious state of enlightenment, as if he had merged into one with the heaven and earth.

As his understanding of the sword techniques continued to deepen, strange scenes began to emerge quietly.

First, the space within three meters around Ye Yang seemed to be distorted by an invisible force, and ripples appeared in the air.

Countless sword energies as thin as hair spontaneously condensed, intertwined and entangled in the air, gradually forming an impenetrable sword net.

These sword energies have different forms, and each one contains completely different sword intent. Some are fierce and sharp, extremely domineering, and seem to be able to cut off everything in the world.

Some are as gentle as water, but they hide a sharp edge.

When these sword energies collided with each other, a crisp sound of metal clashing was emitted, like a passionate war song.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, a majestic column of sword energy suddenly shot up from Ye Yang's crown and went straight into the sky.

The beam of light was only as thick as an arm at first, but it expanded rapidly in an instant, reaching an astonishing ten feet in diameter.

It was like a huge sword that tore a circular gap in the clouds above.

Just as Ye Yang was comprehending the Sky-Splitting Sword Technique.

Inside the vast Sword Burial Valley, all the broken swords began to tremble at the same time, as if they were given new life.

The swords that were originally severely rusted and almost abandoned now showed their last bit of spirituality at this moment, and the tips of the swords all pointed in the direction of Ye Yang, like loyal subjects worshiping their king.

A hundred miles away from the Burial Sword Valley, in a prosperous cultivation city.

"Look over there!"

A monk who was setting up a stall suddenly pointed to the sky and exclaimed in astonishment.

Everyone on the street raised their heads and looked in the direction he pointed. They saw a golden beam of light in the distance that penetrated the sky and the earth, with a magnificent momentum.

Around the light column, clouds swirled wildly, gradually forming a huge sword-shaped vortex, emitting a heart-pounding pressure.

What was even more shocking was that at the moment when this boundless sword energy appeared, everyone present felt the swords on their waists or backs tremble uncontrollably.

It was as if a powerful force was calling them to unsheathe their weapons. "Is this... a peerless sword technique has appeared in the world?!"

On the second floor of the teahouse, an old man in a purple robe stood up suddenly, his eyes full of shock. The teacup in his hand accidentally fell to the ground, but he was completely unaware.

A hundred miles away, in a hidden cave.

In the center of the stone chamber, a man in blood-stained clothes was meditating and practicing.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes abruptly, and bloodshot eyes surged like two burning flames.

He flashed and appeared outside the cave in an instant.

Looking at the sword light that connected the sky and the earth from afar, a greedy look appeared on his face.

"Such a mighty force, either the Supreme Sword Technique has been revealed, or a real person is breaking through the realm!"

The man licked his lips, his eyes flashing with desire, and then he turned into a blood rainbow, broke through the air, and rushed towards the direction of the Sword Burial Valley.

The same scene continued to be played out in every corner within a radius of hundreds of miles.

In the market a hundred miles away, countless communication talismans were flashing wildly, and streams of light were rising from the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas.

These people followed the source of the sword energy and gathered towards the direction of the Sword Burial Valley, as if they were drawn by an invisible force.

After a while, no less than a hundred monks had gathered outside the Sword Burial Valley.

These people formed their own camps, keeping a wary distance from each other, with tension and anticipation revealed in their eyes.

On the eastern hillside, seven monks in uniform purple and white Taoist robes were on full alert, forming a solid sword formation.

The old man in the lead held a compass, the needle of which was spinning wildly, as if he had lost his direction.

"Uncle Master, the compass is not working!"

A young disciple exclaimed in panic.

The old man in purple robe stared at the valley intently, with a solemn look in his eyes.

"It's not a malfunction. It's just that the sword energy in the valley is too strong, which interferes with the operation of the magic weapon."

His voice trembled slightly.

"This is definitely not a phenomenon that an ordinary monk can cause..."

Behind a pile of rocks on the west side, three blood-robed monks were lurking quietly.

One of them took out a bloody gourd and carefully released a few almost transparent bloodworms.

The bloodworm flapped its wings and flew into the valley. However, the moment it came into contact with the sword energy, it turned into blood mist with a "puff" and disappeared without a trace.

"What a powerful sword energy!"

The blood-robed monk was both surprised and delighted, with excitement flashing in his eyes.

"It's definitely a top-notch sword tradition! Let's go take a look."

On the other side, five men in black robes stood quietly in the shadows, like five silent statues.

They neither communicated nor moved.

However, if an expert observes carefully, he will find that the positions where the five people are standing are in line with the theory of the Five Elements. There are subtle patterns flowing slowly on the ground beneath their feet, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

In addition to these organized groups of monks, there are many more solitary cultivators.

They either hid in the treetops or lurked underground, all staring eagerly at the pillar of light reaching into the sky in the valley, their eyes filled with desire.

However, facing the powerful sword energy in the valley, no one dared to act rashly.

Finally, a gray-haired cultivator could no longer suppress the desire in his heart. He took out a small bronze shield to protect his body and carefully groped his way into the valley.

Seeing him take action, three more people immediately followed him.

The four had just stepped into the Sword Burial Valley when something strange happened!
The seemingly lifeless broken swords on the ground suddenly trembled violently, and then with a "clang" sound they rose from the ground and hovered in the air.

The next moment, thousands of broken swords turned their sword tips at the same time, aiming at the uninvited guests, as if they were a group of well-trained warriors ready to defend their territory.

"Not good! Retreat quickly——"

Before the gray-haired monk finished his words, a terrifying rain of swords came whistling.

"Chucky!"

The small bronze shield only held out for less than three breaths of time before it shattered.

The gray-haired monk didn't even have time to scream before he was pierced by a dozen broken swords and nailed to a rock.

The remaining three were even more vulnerable. They were minced into meat paste in an instant. They didn't even have a chance to use their magical weapons before they died.

Seeing this, the people outside the valley couldn't help but gasp.

Although those people were just casual cultivators, they were at the Foundation Establishment stage after all. They didn't even have a chance to react before they died. It was obvious that the danger level in the valley was far beyond imagination.

"The sword has spirit, it protects its master on its own..."

The purple-robed old man looked solemn and spoke slowly.

"The people in the valley are at least powerful sword cultivators of the Tiangang level!"

Just when everyone was hesitating and undecided, a white figure floated down at the entrance of the valley.

He was a white-haired old man with an ancient sword on his back. His plain white robe fluttered in the wind, giving people a feeling of awe, as if he was the master of this world.

"It's Senior Mo of the Jackdaw Sword!"

Someone recognized the identity of the person who came and couldn't help but exclaimed.

The white-haired old man ignored everyone and just stared quietly at the sword energy in the valley, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Suddenly, his face changed drastically and he cried out in surprise.

"Is this... the Sky-Splitting Sword Intent?!"

The moment he sensed the Sky-Splitting Sword Intent, he took out a purple talisman from his sleeve without hesitation and forced a drop of blood from his fingertips onto it.

The talisman spontaneously ignited without fire, turned into a purple light and disappeared into the sky, as if it was conveying an important message to the distance.

Farther away, on a mountain shrouded in clouds and mist, a being who was in seclusion suddenly opened his eyes...

At this moment, Ye Yang was completely unaware of the turmoil happening in the outside world.

He was at the critical moment of breakthrough, and the profound sword techniques flowing out of the jade slip poured into his sea of ​​consciousness like a surging river.

The small sword pattern on his forehead became clearer and clearer, and finally it broke away from the skin with a "clang" sound, turning into a solid small sword, floating above his head.

As the small sword took shape, Ye Yang's aura suddenly changed, from being sharp and powerful to being deep, restrained and steady.

"Humph!"

A cold snort, like rolling thunder descending from the sky, suddenly exploded in the silent and mysterious Sword Burial Valley.

Ye Yang slowly opened his eyes, and in an instant, two sharp sword lights that seemed to be real burst out from his eyes, and gravel on the rock wall fell down.

Immediately afterwards, at the moment when Ye Yang snorted coldly.

"boom!"

The void began to vibrate violently, and ripples that were clearly visible to the naked eye spread rapidly to the surroundings with Ye Yang as the center.

Wherever the ripples passed, the air seemed to be distorted.

Hundreds of monks gathered at the entrance of the Sword Burial Valley.

No matter if they were warriors, cultivators in the Breathing Stage, or masters in the Realm of Immortality, at this moment, they all felt as if struck by a bolt from the blue, and their whole bodies trembled violently.

"puff--"

"what!"

"Crack!"

For a moment, the sounds of vomiting blood, screaming, and breaking bones could be heard one after another in the valley.

The dozen or so cultivators closest to Ye Yang were thrown backwards uncontrollably as if they were hit by a heavy hammer. They were bleeding profusely in the air, and it looked like red rain mist was filling the sky.

The protective magic weapon on his body, which was originally shining with light and thought to be able to withstand everything, now exploded like fragile glass, and the fragments flew everywhere.

The monks who were a little further away were not spared either. They were thrown dozens of feet away by the powerful force like kites with broken strings.

After landing, they rolled on the ground for more than ten times before they barely stopped. They struggled to get up, but found that they were in severe pain all over, as if all their bones had fallen apart.

The compass in the purple-robed old man's hand was hit by this terrifying force.

With a "bang", it exploded into countless pieces, and wood chips and pointers flew everywhere.

The purple-robed old man staggered back seven steps, and each step left a three-inch deep footprint on the hard ground, as if it was a pothole made by a sledgehammer.

Finally, he could no longer hold on and fell to the ground, his face as pale as gold paper and his eyes full of fear and disbelief.

"Yuan Yuan Shen Dao Realm, which senior is here? And this is not an ordinary Yuan Shen Dao Realm!" (End of this chapter)