The rise of the sect: I am the most enduring child in the world of immortality

Gu Xuan turned to look at Ye Yang, his eyes full of anticipation and eagerness.

"That's true. If I can participate in the Heaven Sacrifice Ghost Code, I might be able to find the materials to save my little sister."

Ye Yang frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he slowly said: "The Heaven Sacrifice Ghost Ceremony has not been held for many years, but there is always a way out. Since the Great Fortune Dynasty is going to hold it, there must be a way to participate in it."

Hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Gu Xuan's eyes. He glanced at the three-headed Sky-Swallowing Python in front of him, his eyes full of hope.

This day.

Above the sky, a dazzling stream of light suddenly cut through the clear sky like a flash of lightning.

Wherever the light passed, it seemed as if even space was rippled, leaving an indelible and magnificent mark between heaven and earth.

After a while, the green light gradually disappeared, revealing the figure of a person inside.

Ye Yang came flying over, and at this moment he stood proudly in the void, with a majestic aura around him and his clothes rustling.

The territory of Dayun Dynasty is already before us.

His figure suddenly shook, like a gust of breeze, and instantly dissipated into the vast void, leaving only a faint afterimage.

Dayun Dynasty, inside the prosperous imperial city.

Ye Yang used the power of his soul to change his body shape. With every move he made, the powerful aura around him was completely restrained.

At this moment, he stood in the crowd, nothing special about him, and looked like an ordinary traveling merchant.

He strolled leisurely through the bustling streets of the imperial city, his eyes scanning the bustling crowd one by one.

On both sides of the street, various shops are lined up in an orderly manner.

The hawking sounds that come one after another are like a lively market music that never stops.

After a while, Chen Hao arrived at the most prosperous area in Kyoto.

"Sir, do you want to stay at the hotel?"

Ye Yang was immersed in his thoughts when he suddenly heard a warm greeting.

In front of the door of "Yunlai Pavilion".

The waiter at the inn was smiling and greeting him warmly.

This place is quite close to the imperial palace of the Dayun Dynasty, although Ye Yang still holds the title of guest official in the "Heaven" of the Dayun Dynasty.

But Ye Yang had his own plan this time and was unwilling to reveal his identity.

"Come to one of the upper rooms."

Ye Yang looked calm as he casually threw a bag of spirit stones from his storage bag with clean and neat movements.

The waiter took the spirit stone steadily. The heavy weight in his hand made his eyes light up instantly, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

"Okay! Sir, the best room is ready for you. Please follow me."

The two entered the inn.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the inn, breaking the moment of tranquility.

Ye Yang frowned slightly, and his spiritual sense instantly spread out like a tide, and in an instant he had a clear understanding of the surrounding situation.

I saw a group of young men in gorgeous clothes, surrounding a young man in brocade clothes, walking towards the inn in a swaggering manner.

"Everyone, get out of the way of this Young Master Yuwen! Get out of the way!"

The young man in brocade clothes, who was leading the group, had an arrogant look on his face. He stretched out his hand and pushed away the pedestrians who were blocking his way, shouting, "Don't you have eyes? Didn't you see that Young Master Yuwen wanted to stay at the hotel?"

"Make room for the best room upstairs for me immediately!"

The waiter looked embarrassed and looked at Ye Yang unconsciously with an embarrassment on his face.

"But... this guest has already..."

"Um?"

Young Master Yu Wen then turned his gaze towards Ye Yang and looked him up and down.

Seeing that Ye Yang was dressed simply and there was nothing outstanding about him, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes and he sneered.

"Just him? He deserves to live in the upper room? I'll pay him double the price, and tell him to get out of here!"

Ye Yang stood there quietly, his expression calm, like a tranquil lake.

He didn't say anything. With his cultivation level, he wouldn't take such a small person to heart.

Moreover, at this moment, Chen Hao stared at the other party again and again, and felt something unusual.

This Young Master Yu Wen is just a cultivator in the warrior stage.

Under normal circumstances, he only needed a glance to scare away the soul of such an ignorant person.

However, at this moment, he had other plans...

"He is a disciple of the Yuwen family of the Dayun Dynasty."

He was not angry, just like a mosquito in front of a lion. No matter how he provoked, the lion would not even look at him.

But Chen Hao couldn't help but think about what this represented.

According to what Chen Hao knew, the Yuwen family was a family that began with the rise of the Dayun Dynasty.

Many young disciples in the family have also emerged and ranked high on the list established by the Dayun Dynasty.

It's just that ever since the death of the Holy Emperor Ren Taxian of the Dayun Dynasty.

Many of the noble families in the Dayun Dynasty were extremely low-key and rarely engaged in such overbearing behavior.

But something is wrong today.

As the saying goes, a glimpse of the whole picture reveals the whole picture; a duck knows first when the river water warms in spring.

The fact that these descendants of the Dayun Dynasty have become so rampant indicates that there are some unspeakable changes behind the scenes.

"Everything should be based on first come first served, this is the basic principle."

Ye Yang smiled slightly.

"Oh, you still dare to talk back?"

Young Master Yuwen sneered, his eyes full of contempt.

Before Master Yuwen could finish his words, he suddenly felt an invisible and powerful pressure, like a towering mountain, pressing down on him without any warning.

The pressure was so strong that it was suffocating, as if even the air was sucked out in an instant. He felt breathing became extremely difficult, and every breath seemed to use up all his strength.

"This is."

He looked at Ye Yang in horror, but found that he was still calm and nonchalant, as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial matter.

"you……"

Master Yuwen's forehead was instantly covered with dense cold sweat, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks. His legs began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, as if sifting chaff, and he could hardly stand.

Seeing this, Ye Yang slowly withdrew the powerful pressure, as if nothing had happened.

He turned around and spoke calmly to the waiter.

"Lead the way."

The waiter then woke up as if from a dream, and hurriedly nodded and bowed, leading Ye Yang upstairs.

Young Master Yuwen stood there blankly, his face as pale as paper, as if he had just experienced a life-and-death catastrophe. When Ye Yang's figure completely disappeared at the corner of the stairs, his legs softened and he sat down on the ground.

"Master! What's wrong with you?"

Upon seeing this, the followers surrounded him in panic and hurriedly helped Master Yuwen up.

Young Master Yuwen waved his hands weakly, looked towards the stairs with lingering fear, and said in a trembling voice: "Go... Go quickly... It's a cultivator in the realm of a real person."

Seeing Young Master Yu Wen slowly leaving, Ye Yang showed a smile, but these people did not notice.

Chen Hao had already attached a hint of the spiritual energy to the leader, Young Master Yuwen. At critical moments, he could use that hint of the spiritual energy to observe everything around him at any time.

After entering the upper room, Ye Yang did not rest.

The environment of this upper room is good, and more importantly, it can overlook the entire capital of the Dayun Dynasty, looking from top to bottom at this moment.

The tall city wall is like a giant dragon, winding around Kyoto. At regular intervals, there are soldiers in armor patrolling back and forth. They walk in unison and stand tall, like steel guards, always alert to possible dangers.

The lanterns on the streets were lit up like bright pearls, making the whole capital look dreamy and brightly lit.

Ye Yang's spiritual consciousness quietly spread out, like an invisible net, covering the entire imperial city.

He must be more cautious and keep his eyes open.

Suddenly, his keen sense caught a very subtle abnormal fluctuation.

In the southeast corner of Kyoto, a faint chilly aura quietly emerged, like a poisonous snake hiding in the darkness.

Ye Yang frowned slightly, thinking secretly in his heart.

"It is said that there is a secret market behind the Great Fortune Dynasty. I think that is it."

Ye Yang pondered for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking.

The next moment, he did not say anything, but went up to the attic alone.

The night is as dark as ink, so thick that it seems to swallow everything in the world, and the stars are twinkling.

Ye Yang stood alone on the roof of the inn, his body straight and his hands behind his back.

The soft night breeze blew quietly, ruffling his sleeves, and also brought the faint hustle and bustle of the distant city, as if telling of the prosperity and bustle of the world.

Ye Yang's gaze was directed towards the sky above the imperial city. In the deep night, a golden dragon of luck was circling and dancing.

Its dragon body was winding and majestic, and every scale was clear and distinct, shining with a mysterious and noble light. This was the wonder of the manifestation of the Dayun Dynasty's national destiny.

"What a prosperous era! How come the fortune of the Great Fortune Dynasty has increased so much all of a sudden?"

At this moment, the dragon of luck came roaring, exuding a compelling pressure.

Ye Yang praised softly.

He had been to the Dayun Dynasty several times before, but had never seen such a spectacle.

And this time after breaking through to the Yuanshen Dao realm, he looked into the distance, squinted his eyes slightly, and suddenly discovered something that he had never seen before.

Looking at the situation of this long dragon of luck, it doesn't look like it's about to end.

At this moment, Ye Yang's eyes were flashing with a light of insight, and he could clearly feel that this long dragon of luck contained the majestic and powerful spiritual energy of the earth veins.

That is the profound heritage accumulated over the long years of the Dayun Dynasty, like an endless treasure, nourishing this land.

Suddenly, Ye Yang's heart moved violently, and a subtle and strange feeling surged into his heart.

Relying on the unique keen perception of the Yuanshen Dao Realm, he accurately captured that fleeting mysterious opportunity.

In an instant, Ye Yang's eyes flashed with light, like two lightning bolts cutting through the darkness.

Then, he raised his hand and made hand gestures, his movements flowing smoothly and in one go.

A beam of water light like a dragon whizzed out from his fingertips like a nimble dragon and rushed into the sky in an instant.

The stream of light circled and danced in the night sky, gradually transforming into a crystal clear river, the water sparkling like a dream.

After the Three Treasures Spirit River appeared, under the guidance of Ye Yang's powerful spiritual power, it meandered in the air, like a dazzling galaxy across the sky, emitting a soft and bright light.

Ye Yang looked solemn, quickly forming seals with his hands and muttering something. Every syllable he uttered seemed to contain endless profound Taoist rhymes, resonating with some mysterious power between heaven and earth.

As he moved, the long dragon of national destiny above the imperial city seemed to be pulled by some powerful force. It trembled violently and the light on the dragon's body became brighter.

Then, a few bright golden lights separated from the long dragon of luck like meteors, and then slowly flowed into his Three Treasures Spirit River.

At the same time, the spiritual energy deep in Kyoto seemed to have received some kind of mysterious call. It gathered from all directions like a tide, and surged wildly in the Spirit River. For a moment, the Spirit River shone brightly and made an astonishing sound.

"The water method of refining elixir uses the heaven and earth as the furnace, spiritual energy as the fire, and luck as the guide."

Ye Yang chanted in a low voice. Although his voice was not loud, it seemed to penetrate the limitations of time and space, carrying an ancient and mysterious power, echoing in this world. (End of this chapter)