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

Every word seemed to contain the secrets of the universe, resonating with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, triggering a wonderful and grand change.

Under Ye Yang's control, the Sanbao Ling River began to boil violently.

Countless spiritual energies were rolling and merging wildly in it, as if a grand and mysterious ceremony was taking place.

"go!"

Seeing this, Ye Yang frowned slightly, and the next moment, his spiritual power turned into mysterious and complex runes, which merged into the spiritual river like agile butterflies.

Gradually, a huge whirlpool appeared in the center of the Ling River. The whirlpool spun faster and faster, making bursts of low roars, as if it was going to draw everything in the world into it.

In the center of the vortex, the spiritual energy continued to compress and condense, and finally formed a crystal clear pill that emitted a soft light.

As soon as the elixir appeared in the world, the sky and the earth changed color instantly.

A purple lightning bolt shuttled and roared through the dark clouds like an angry dragon, and with the power to destroy the world, it struck the pill fiercely.

However, facing this terrifying divine power, Ye Yang remained calm.

He just waved his hand lightly, and an invisible force instantly spread out, easily dissolving the purple thunders, as if these thunders were nothing but illusions.

The pill slowly rotated in the air, emitting a rich and mellow aura of Taoism. This aura spread rapidly like an invisible wave, enveloping the entire imperial city.

Inside the inn, the guests who were originally immersed in their dreams were awakened from their sleep one after another as if by a mysterious force.

They clearly felt the mysterious aura, as if they were at the core of spiritual energy, and vaguely seemed to have come into contact with something extraordinary.

Everything around me became extremely clear and mysterious.

Under the influence of this aura, many monks who had encountered bottlenecks in their practice and had been stuck for a long time, actually broke through their own limits at this moment and reached a higher level of cultivation.

Their faces were filled with surprise and excitement, and they were full of gratitude and awe for this sudden opportunity.

"This is."

"My cultivation level actually broke through in my dream!"

"Could it be that some treasure has manifested itself into the world?"

Many people looked at each other, as if they were not expecting anything and felt like they had just had a big dream.

There were also many powerful monks who were awakened by this powerful aura and hurriedly opened the windows. When they saw the elixir emitting mysterious light in the air, they could not help but be stunned.

His eyes were wide open, filled with shock and disbelief.

They looked at the snow-white light in front of them and could clearly feel the majestic Taoist meaning contained in the elixir. That power was like a towering mountain, pressing down on them and making their hearts tremble.

For a moment, even breathing became difficult, as if one would be crushed by this force if one was not careful.

"It is indeed a good elixir. With the national destiny as the guide, the earth's spiritual energy as the foundation, and the soul as the fire, I finally refined this elixir."

"It's just that I made this pill by chance on a whim. As for what its effect is, I can't really explain it."

Ye Yang looked at the pill in his hand. The pill was quite large, as big as an egg, and it exuded a white and sacred glow all over. Through the white light, one could also see the delicate luster inside, like jade.

At this moment, a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from the distance, breaking the brief silence.

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

He discovered that several powerful and sharp auras were approaching this side at an extremely fast speed.

"It seems that this time the commotion is a bit big"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the strong spiritual power lingering in the air, and his expression instantly became solemn.

"Is this the aura of the Yuanshen Dao Realm?"

The voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from ancient times, with a hint of surprise and fear that was difficult to conceal.

Another middle-aged man followed closely behind the old man. He was tall and strong, with a calm aura. Hearing this, he spoke in a deep voice.

"Not only that, there is also a strong medicinal fragrance here. It must be that some elixir has been successfully refined. The appearance of such a precious elixir will definitely cause competition among various forces."

The white-haired old man's face darkened and he spoke sternly, his voice resounding through the night sky like a huge bell.

His tone was full of worry and vigilance. "Check!"

"We must find this master at all costs! A strange Taoist priest appeared in Kyoto. No matter who he is, we cannot let such a powerful force fall into the hands of others!"

At this time, Ye Yang had quietly returned to his room in the inn.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, still playing with the magical pill in his hand, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

He raised his head slightly, looked through the window, at the deep night sky, and thought secretly in his heart.

"It seems that the Dayun Dynasty will become lively because of this pill."

"But it just happened to be what I wanted."

That smile showed both anticipation for the upcoming changes and confidence that everything was under control.

Ye Yang smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and waved it gently, and the pill fell into his palm in an instant like an obedient elf.

I saw countless tiny and mysterious runes flowing on the surface of the pill.

Ye Yang nodded with satisfaction, a gleam of relief in his eyes.

At night, Ye Yang left the inn with the pill and arrived at a special place in the capital of Dayun Dynasty.

This is a dark underground river.

Ye Yang hid in a dark and obscure underground river.

The next moment, he suddenly entered the underground river. After entering the river, Ye Yang's figure went deeper and deeper into the bottom of the river, and soon he reached the ground.

The bottom of this underground river is not mud, but bluestone slabs covered with green moss.

The bluestone slabs were covered with dark moss, lit with blue ghostly lights, and flickering with faint phosphorescence.

Under the shade of the ghost fire, one can see that the buildings on both sides of the ghost fire are like a dream bubble, looming, just like a mirage, ethereal and illusory, as if they will disappear into thin air at any time.

This is the legendary mysterious ghost market, which only appears quietly on moonlit nights.

But as far as Ye Yang knows, this statement is not true.

The top leaders of Dayun Dynasty were able to develop this dark market to this extent.

It is obvious that high-level officials of the Dayun Dynasty must be involved behind the scenes.

After a while, the ghost fire in front of him became more and more powerful, as if the space in front of him formed into areas.

Ye Yang moved and walked into the ghost fire. After a while, the scene in front of him suddenly became clear.

As soon as he opened his eyes, a bone-chilling cold breath hit him in the face, like a pair of cold hands, instantly penetrating his clothes and reaching his bones.

Ye Yang looked solemn. He completely restrained his aura and deliberately suppressed his cultivation to the Purple Mansion realm before stepping into the Ghost Market.

The air was filled with a light scent of sandalwood, but beneath this elegant fragrance was a faint, disgusting odor of decay and death.

At this moment, Ye Yang looked up and found that many people had come to this dark and sleepy ghost market.

Most of them wear strange-looking masks, some of which are hideous, some are smiling but have daggers hidden behind them, and some have the faces of tigers and leopards, as if they are deliberately hiding their true faces.

What's worse, some even showed their faces directly, with green faces, fangs, bloodshot eyes, and a sinister look. Their behavior and demeanor were all filled with an indescribable weirdness.

The streets are lined with all kinds of stalls, and the things sold on the stalls are even more bizarre and creepy.

There is a skull emitting a faint blue light, and the light seems to be the vengeful spirit trapped inside struggling and flickering.

There is a heart soaked in deep red blood, and the blood is trembling slightly, as if the heart is still beating.

There are also eyeballs that can twitch on their own, spinning in the darkness, as if spying on every passerby.

Ye Yang looked calm and composed, without looking around, and walked straight towards the depths of the ghost market as if he was strolling in a garden.

At the end of the depths, there was a powerful and mysterious aura calling him. There was exactly the destination of his journey.

Soon, a majestic building appeared before our eyes.

This is a seven-story building, as black as ink. It looks like a bronze behemoth rising from the dark abyss, exuding a terrifying aura.

Strings of bronze bells were hung on the eaves of the pavilion. In the cold night wind, the bells collided with each other, making a crisp yet slightly eerie sound, as if ringing a death knell.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was an ancient plaque hanging high in front of the seven-story building, with three large characters "Yubao Tower" inscribed on it. The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, with iron-like strokes and silver-like hooks, revealing a sense of inviolable majesty.

Ye Yang was about to step into the building when he suddenly frowned.

A middle-aged man strode out of the building. He was wearing a green robe with a golden pill pattern embroidered on his chest. It shone with a mysterious luster in the weak light. "Wait a minute, fellow Taoist."

The middle-aged man stretched out his arm, blocking Ye Yang's way. He looked him up and down with a sharp gaze, which was full of scrutiny and suspicion.

"Could it be that fellow Taoist doesn't know the rules of my Jade Treasure House?"

Ye Yang understood, but pretended to be confused, bowed and said: "Please explain, fellow Taoist, I am new here and I really don't know anything about the rules of your building."

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, looking arrogant and speaking in a cold tone.

"My Yubao Building is the leading place for elixir trading in this ghost market. The rules are strict and only those who are in the Tiangang realm are allowed to enter. Since you are only at the Purple Mansion level, please go back and don't bother here."

Ye Yang secretly laughed in his heart, but he showed a look of embarrassment on his face, and said in a slightly pleading tone.

"I have come here from afar, with no other purpose than to seek. I have heard that the Jade Treasure House has all the treasures in the world, whether it is magic weapons or elixirs, it has everything."

"I came here this time to buy a pill to solve my urgent need. I wonder if you can be flexible."

"Rules are rules! They cannot be changed in the slightest!"

The middle-aged man interrupted Ye Yang in a stern voice.

"If everyone ignores the rules like you and comes and goes as they please, wouldn't Baohelou become a market where anyone can come and go as they please? Don't waste your breath on it!"

At this moment, there was a sudden loud commotion in the building.

I saw several monks in gorgeous clothes running out of the building in a panic. Their faces were as pale as paper and they were shouting in fear.

"Oh no! The new furnace the host has acquired is out of control!"

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face turned pale as frost in an instant and he lost his voice.

"What? That was transported out from the imperial mausoleum."

Before he could finish his words, an extremely terrifying aura erupted from the building like a raging tsunami, and the entire Yubao Building trembled.

A gleam of light flashed in Ye Yang's eyes. (End of this chapter)