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

“The Yuanshen Daozu, it turned out to be the Yuanshen Daozu who appeared!”

In this world of cultivation, a cultivator at the warrior realm is a master, while a cultivator at the true person realm is a hegemon.

Tongqi, warrior, immortal, Taoist, every step is extremely difficult.

The Yuanshen Dao Realm is already known as the Dao Ancestor in many places and is a truly powerful existence standing at the pinnacle.

Their every move can mobilize the power of heaven and earth, controlling life and death.
The highest level of cultivation of the people present was only that of a real person. In front of the powerful Yuanshen, they were indeed as small as ants.

At this moment, Master Jackdaw was staring at the mountain-like figure in the valley in horror, his voice trembling so much that it was almost unrecognizable.

"Daozu Ye Ye. We are here to pay our respects to Daozu Ye."

It was as if these three words were forced out of his dry throat.

These three words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the crowd that was originally filled with groans.

All the monks were suddenly silent, their eyes widened, with expressions of fear, curiosity, and yearning written all over their faces.

"It's Ye Daozu."

"Ye Daozu is an expert in both swords and sabers."

In this deadly atmosphere, a sharp sword intent suddenly emerged from Ye Yang's body, like an invisible edge, cutting through the surrounding air.

The sword intent was so domineering that it seemed to be able to cut through heaven and earth, causing everyone present to feel a bone-chilling chill.

"This, this is."

An elderly monk's pupils suddenly shrank and his voice trembled.

"Sky-Splitting Sword Intent!"

"What? Sky-Splitting Sword Intent?!"

The Sky-Splitting Sword Technique is the sect's unique martial art. When the sword is swung, the sky and the earth can be split apart. Its power is infinite. No one knows how many people it has killed, and no one knows how many people who practice swordsmanship yearn for it.

However, the Lietian Sword Sect had already fallen many years ago, and this peerless sword technique was lost.

No one expected to see this peerless sword technique appear here again.

"The Sky-Splitting Sword Sect has long been destroyed."

"Look, Ye Daozu is moving!"

Someone looked at the environment ahead and spoke.

Suddenly.

Everyone looked forward at the same time, and saw something in front of them.

The figure in green walked slowly, stretched out his hand and grasped a broken ancient sword in front of him.

Just as he grasped the broken sword, the sword suddenly vibrated violently, and then made a deafening sword sound!

"boom!"

Just as Ye Yang held the sword, countless jet-black sword qi rose into the sky from the entire Sword Burial Valley, enveloping Ye Yang completely.

All the broken swords in the Sword Burial Valley vibrated and hummed at the same time, as if welcoming the king's return.

Everyone present turned pale and fell to their knees.

The next moment, Ye Yang soared into the sky, his spiritual power suddenly exploded, his figure instantly transformed into a dazzling sword light, and he rushed towards the direction of Feitian Gate.

And those broken swords actually followed behind and on both sides of him, forming a torrent of sword energy, like a mighty river in the sky, heading towards the direction of Feitian Gate.

The entire Sword Burial Valley was originally filled with sword energy, but after Ye Yang appeared, countless broken swords actually automatically followed Ye Yang.

The original Sword Burial Valley was also revealed.

Although there were not many broken swords, the sword energy that Ye Yang had just dissipated when he was practicing the Sky-Splitting Sword Technique was constantly surging.

Those monks who had been hiding in the dark and dared not approach, finally could not hold back anymore and emerged from the mountains, forests, rock crevices, and clouds, staring with fiery eyes at the land soaked in sword intent.

“The Sky-Splitting Sword Intention… This is the inheritance of the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect!”

An old man in a gray robe had a trembling voice and greed in his eyes.

"Even if I can only comprehend a tiny bit of the sword marks, it will be enough for us to break through the bottleneck and benefit from it for the rest of our lives!"

"Not only is there the Sky-Splitting Sword Intention, but there is also the lingering charm of Ye Daozu's perception of sword energy. If we can perceive the inheritance of sword energy emanating from this great man, it will be a great benefit to us!"

“Hahaha! Now that Ye Daozu has left, the opportunity here should belong to those who are destined to get it!”

A sturdy man with a long sword on his back laughed wildly and rushed towards the area covered with sword marks.

"Get lost! This land belongs to my Xuanjian Sect!"

A swordsman in white shouted coldly, and the flying sword in his sleeve suddenly came out and slashed directly at the burly man's back!
"court death!"

The sturdy man roared angrily and slashed with his knife in his backhand. The knife light collided with the sword light, and a deafening roar broke out.

This action seemed to ignite the flames of war. The monks who were originally watching went crazy instantly. They took out their magic weapons, displayed their supernatural powers, and rushed towards the place where the sword marks were!

"How can you occupy the Dao Ancestor's sword energy mark?"

"Yes, we want a piece of the pie too."

"There are so many monks in the world who practice the art of swordsmanship. How can you occupy the treasure of the Taoist Ancestor?"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The spiritual light exploded, the air waves surged, and the originally quiet valley turned into a battlefield in the blink of an eye.

Some people just touched a sword mark and were shocked by the remaining sword intent and vomited blood and flew backwards. Some people tried to sit cross-legged and comprehend, but were ambushed by others and killed on the spot.

"Hahaha! Daozu's sword intent is mine!"

A black-robed monk laughed wildly and pounced on the deepest sword mark. However, as soon as he reached out to touch it, the sword mark suddenly burst out with a sharp sword energy, instantly cutting him in half!

"what?!"

Everyone was shocked.

"Idiot! How can ordinary people touch the sword power emitted by Daozu? Without sufficient cultivation, forcing yourself to comprehend it will only backfire on you!"

An old monk sneered, but he did not dare to step forward rashly and just watched from a distance.

However, greed eventually overwhelmed reason.

Soon, someone else couldn't hold back anymore.

He used a secret technique to try to absorb the sword intent in the sword mark, but it ended up causing an even more horrific backlash. The entire valley was swept by the raging sword energy, causing heavy casualties!
On the other side, Ye Yang was speeding along, and he focused his attention on himself.

He clearly felt that the majestic and domineering sword intent was like a long-sleeping dragon, slowly lurking in his body. Once used, it would be absolutely powerful.

At this moment, the power of the Sky-Splitting Sword Art surged along his meridians like a torrent. Every flow seemed to be tempering his spiritual power, making it sharper and sharper.

It seemed as if the next moment he could use this sword to tear the heaven and earth apart.

"As expected of the legacy of the Ancient Sword Master, this kind of power is truly unparalleled in the world!"

Ye Yang was secretly amazed.

Just as Ye Yang was concentrating on his journey, a shrill scream suddenly came from a distance, the voice was full of pain and despair.

Then he couldn't help but frown.

In his sight, in a valley not far away, a violent and evil demonic energy rose into the sky, accompanied by a pungent smell of blood, and quickly spread.

Ye Yang frowned, and his consciousness was like an invisible net, sweeping forward. He saw a family in front of him being frantically besieged by a group of demon monks.

The raging fire engulfed the house, and countless corpses were lying on the ground. The scene was horrific.

"A cultivator from the demon clan?"

Ye Yang's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The demon cultivators have always been known for their brutality and bloodlust, and the methods used by the demons in front of them are even more cruel.

Although the human monks in the villa fought hard, the strength disparity between the two sides was so great that they were soon suppressed. The miserable screams that came one after another were unbearable to hear.

"How dare you, lowly human ants, resist? You are simply overestimating your own abilities!"

The leading demon monk also spread his wings and waved them casually.

He smashed the head of a human monk into pieces, and blood splattered everywhere like a fountain.

Seeing this, Ye Yang's eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent.

The magic power in his body was running wildly and his body accelerated suddenly, like a sharp sword light, instantly cutting through the sky and appearing above the villa.

"who?!"

The demon monks keenly sensed a powerful and sharp sword intent approaching, and looked up, only to see a man in a green shirt standing in the air.

The man's eyes were as cold as ice, and he exuded a frightening aura.

"Such a powerful Qi and blood force, it just happened to take away his blood."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand violently, and dozens of demon cultivators instantly burst out with powerful demonic energy.

His body turned into black shadows and pounced towards Ye Yang like a hungry wolf.

Ye Yang snorted coldly, and gently clenched his right hand in the air, and the Sky-Splitting Sword Technique instantly reached its peak.

In an instant, an extremely terrifying sword intent burst out from his body, as if it was going to tear apart the surrounding space.

"cut!"

Ye Yang put his fingers together to form a sword and swung his arm. A dazzling sword light that almost illuminated the entire sky shot out.

Wherever the sword light passed, the space seemed to be cut apart, making a harsh sound.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a loud bang, the demon monks who pounced on Ye Yang didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly killed by the terrifying sword light, turning into blood mist and dissipating in the air.

When the leading demon monk saw this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank and his face was filled with horror.

"This...what kind of swordsmanship is this? How can it be so terrifying?!"

Ye Yang ignored his exclamation and swung his sword again. His fingers turned into sharp swords and rushed out, aiming straight for his throat.

"No... Impossible! You..."

The demon cultivator frantically mobilized the demonic energy in his body, trying to resist Ye Yang's attack.

However, in front of Ye Yang, his defense was like paper and was instantly pierced.

"laugh!"

A cold light flashed, and the demon monk's head flew high, with blood gushing out.

Ye Yang withdrew his hand and glanced around with a cold gaze. After confirming that no demon cultivators were alive, he slowly turned around and looked at the surviving human cultivators in the villa.

At this time, an old man covered in blood and with a weak breath trembled out of the ruins. His eyes were full of shock and gratitude, and he said in a trembling voice.

"Thank you for saving my life, Senior. If you hadn't arrived in time, we would have died today!"

Ye Yang nodded slightly and spoke in a calm tone.

"It's just a simple task. Now that the demons are causing trouble, you should leave here as soon as possible. The demons will never give up easily."

The old man said helplessly with a bitter look on his face.

"Senior, you may not know that our family's spiritual vein has been destroyed, and now we have no place to stay..."

Ye Yang hesitated for a moment and said after thinking for a moment.

"If you have nowhere to go, you can go to Feitianmen to seek refuge. Feitianmen will protect you."

When the old man heard this, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, and he knelt on his knees excitedly: "Thank you for your great kindness, senior. We will definitely remember it in our hearts!"

Ye Yang nodded without saying anything else. His figure flashed and he turned into a sword light again, rushing towards the direction of Feitian Gate.

In the sky, Ye Yang was like a dazzling green light, like a meteor that streaked across the sky, rapidly traveling through the void.

In just a moment, they arrived at Feitian Gate.

The Feitianmen mountain gate is magnificent and towering, with clouds and mist swirling around it, making it seem like a fairyland.

When the disciple guarding the gate saw Ye Yang returning, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he hurried forward to salute respectfully.

"I've met Daozu!"

Ye Yang nodded slightly and was about to step into the mountain gate. At this moment, he seemed to feel something and frowned slightly.

The scene before him startled him slightly.

But the square in front of the Feitianmen Mountain Gate was filled with people kneeling, young and old, men and women.

Their clothes were covered in bloodstains, and their faces were filled with grief, anger, and despair. As soon as they saw Ye Yang appear, someone in the crowd immediately shouted loudly.

"Ye Daozu! Please give me justice!"

Ye Yang's eyes swept over the crowd like a hawk, and he asked in a low and powerful voice: "What are you doing?"

The middle-aged man in the lead moved forward on his knees, kowtowed heavily, and spoke in a crying and choking voice.

"Ancestor Ye Dao, we are all survivors of various families in Feitianmen. Recently, the demons have been extremely rampant. Many demons have sneaked into the hinterland and slaughtered them wantonly, regardless of the old, the weak, women and children, no one was spared!"

"We are really at our wits' end. We can only come to Feitianmen to ask for justice for us!"

When Ye Yang heard this, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and the tragic scene he saw on his way back emerged in his mind.

The demon monks were brutal and brutal, slaughtering people wantonly, blood flowing all over the land and dyeing the sky red. He thought it was just an accidental tragedy.

"The demons have already penetrated deep into the hinterland"

Ye Yang's voice was as cold as ice, revealing a chilling murderous intent.

At this time, another white-haired old man said with a sad and angry look on his face.

"I don't know where these demons came from. Their whereabouts are very secretive and their methods are extremely cruel. They specifically target small families like ours. So far, several families have been wiped out!"

"We have managed to escape with our lives, but we are powerless to resist. We can only ask Daozu for help."

Ye Yang was silent for a long time, the murderous intent in his heart rising like a blazing flame.

He knew that the demons were always cunning and treacherous, and now he was afraid that a small group of demons had sneaked into the hinterland and started slaughtering these families.

"No matter what their purpose is, since they dare to stir up trouble in the territory of Feitian Sect, they must pay the price!"

"From today onwards, Feitianmen will take the lead and unite the surviving monks from various families within Feitianmen to form a law enforcement team to hunt down these evil demon monks!"

"The demons are brutal and cruel, slaughtering families wantonly. From today on, we will repay them tooth for tooth, blood for blood, and make them pay a heavy price for their evil deeds!" (End of this chapter)