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

The huge statue of Pengmo stood tall there.

A vast and ancient breath, as if it had traveled through endless years, came towards me.

The mountains are shrouded in layers of clouds and mist, as if each cloud contains an unknown secret, which is very inspiring.

And in front of the Pengmo statue, a low chanting sound could be heard from time to time.

The sound seemed to come from an ancient time tunnel, carrying a mysterious and solemn rhythm.

Ye Yang followed the sound and saw dense branches and leaves crisscrossing above his head, with the sunlight only able to shine through the gaps, casting mottled shadows.

He passed through the deep and dense forest, and the view in front of him suddenly opened up. He saw a group of little demons kneeling in an orderly manner in front of the stone statue of Peng Demon, each kneeling on the ground.

Their bodies were trembling slightly, their faces were full of piety, they were muttering something and bowing continuously.

The stone statue stands tall and majestic, as if it will break through the sky, especially its eyes, which are as sharp as lightning and deep.

Ye Yang smiled slightly when he saw this scene. The image of Peng Mo was exactly the same as the scene when he transformed into Peng Mo several years ago. However, he never thought that he would be carved into a stone statue by the little monsters in Cangyun Mountain.

"Lord Pengmo, please protect our cultivation and keep Cangyun Mountain peaceful forever..."

Those monks and little demons knelt on the ground with endless awe and gratitude. Their chanting echoed in the valley. It seemed that they respected and relied on the Peng demon very much.

At this moment, an old monk with white hair slowly walked out from the side of the mountain path.

His steps were steady and firm. He walked slowly towards us, holding an ancient wooden stick and riding a green ox.

"Do you know how great this Lord Pengmo is?"

The old monk's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to come from the depths of history, carrying a heavy echo.

Seeing this figure, the demons shook their heads, their eyes full of curiosity and awe.

In a pair of ignorant eyes, there flashed a desire for the unknown and admiration for Pengmo.

The old monk looked up at the stone statue, a glimmer of reminiscence in his eyes.

It was as if the past years were slowly unfolding before his eyes like a scroll.

"Lord Pengmo is the great king of Cangyun Mountain. His strength is unparalleled and unmatched. He once suppressed the demons from all directions with his own strength and saved Cangyun Mountain from the suffering of war."

"If it weren't for Master Pengmo's efforts, we would never be able to practice here with peace of mind and enjoy this moment of tranquility."

"Even though Lord Pengmo has not appeared for a long time, no one dares to invade us. We are here to pay tribute to him today."

“We should not only be grateful for his kindness, but also remember his teachings - only with awe in our hearts can we gain a foothold in this world.”

The little demons listened with fascination, as if they were pulled by an invisible force. They kowtowed one after another, muttering the name of Pengmo.

The mountain wind whistled past, making a whistling sound.

Ye Yang hid behind an ancient tree. His breath was as gentle and silent as a mountain breeze.

There was not a single flaw. His eyes peered through the gaps between the branches and leaves and landed firmly on the open space in front of him.

On the open ground, a demon with a leopard head and a human body sat cross-legged, surrounded by a violent demonic force.

"To break through to the realm of Purple Mansion True Man is by no means as simple as imagined. The key lies in the understanding of the nature of heaven and earth."

"He is now at the critical moment of breakthrough. He is restless and entangled in various obsessions. If no one guides him, I am afraid that this breakthrough will fail."

"It may even backfire and lead to a situation from which there is no return."

Seeing the Leopard Demon's situation, Ye Yang quickly realized the problem.

It turned out to be just as he expected.

Just when Ye Yang had an idea.

The aura of the leopard demon suddenly became chaotic, and the demonic power in his body was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, rushing around wildly and out of control.

At this moment, the Leopard Demon's face turned pale as paper, bloodless. Beads of sweat the size of beans oozed out of his forehead and rolled down his cheeks. His body began to tremble slightly. It was obvious that he had fallen into extreme distress and was in great pain.

Upon seeing this, Ye Yang transmitted the message through his spiritual consciousness.

"You are too obsessed and bound by the past. If you don't let go, you will never be able to take that crucial step."

When the Leopard Demon was about to break through, he felt that he had encountered a huge problem.

I can't get through this difficult time.

When I suddenly heard the voice, my whole body shook as if I was struck by thunder, and my whole body trembled violently.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, but soon, the confused eyes became clear again, as if he caught a glimmer of hope in Ye Yang's words.

"Let go of your obsession..."

The Leopard Demon murmured in a low voice, with a hint of doubt and thought in his voice, as if he was chewing on the profound meaning of this sentence.

As he chanted, his breathing gradually calmed down.

The originally violent demonic power no longer rushed around, but instead became gentle and profound, like endless power hidden beneath the calm surface of a lake.

Ye Yang's voice sounded again.

"Zifu Zhenren is a state of resonance with heaven and earth. You must let go of the shackles in your heart, abandon distracting thoughts, and follow the way of heaven and earth, then you can break through the shackles and step into a new realm."

The leopard demon closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb all the spiritual energy between heaven and earth into his body.

His state of mind gradually became clear and bright, like a calm lake, without a ripple, yet able to reflect everything in the world and embrace everything.

After saying this, Ye Yang injected a trace of spiritual power into his body.

The power of the soul was unparalleled. As soon as it entered the leopard demon's body, it began to move slowly inside his body, as if it was pulling the power in his body and circulating along the bones and flesh around his body.

After a while, the magic power around him began to circulate faster and faster.

A whistling sound!

The leopard's roar suppressed the sky.

The aura around the leopard demon suddenly surged.

A powerful demonic power burst out from his body and soared into the sky, as if it was going to break through the constraints of heaven and earth.

Immediately afterwards, a purple halo suddenly appeared around his body.

The halo was mysterious and beautiful, as if a mysterious mansion was slowly opening inside his body.

"Zifu Zhenren!"

The leopard demon felt this mighty aura and exclaimed, his eyes filled with joy and excitement.

It was as if I saw that my years of hard work had finally paid off.

He slowly opened his eyes with a hint of gratitude in his eyes, and looked back, trying to find the direction where the voice came from.

I know that the reason I was able to break through at the critical moment was because of the existence of this voice.

He raised his head and looked around, then fell to his knees with a thud.

"Thank you very much for your guidance, senior. I will never forget it."

Seeing this scene, Ye Yang smiled slightly, his figure flashed, and he left quietly like a ghost.

He knew that the Leopard Demon had broken free from the shackles, and that he would have to explore and forge his own path in the future.

After leaving Cangyun Mountain, Ye Yang soon returned to Yubao Tower.

Although this night was not long, not much happened.

Not only did he meet the Black Sin Peacock King at night and see the problem, but he also helped the Leopard Demon break through to the realm of true person in Cangyun Mountain.

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On the top floor of Yubao Tower, Ye Yang stood in front of the carved wooden railing, and his slender fingertips gently stroked the warm jade railing.

The hall downstairs was bustling with people, the aroma of tea and the lingering sandalwood blended together, and there was a lot of noise. Countless people were talking below.

"Have you heard? The Black Sin Great Peacock King who had fallen a few days ago suddenly appeared, and it seems that he had a fierce battle with a mysterious person. The battle was extremely brutal, and it was so fierce that the sky was dark!"

The discussions coming from downstairs were like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

Ye Yang's ears moved slightly.

His expression did not change. He picked up the teacup as if nothing had happened. While sipping the tea, he hid his figure in the shadow of the pillars without leaving a trace and continued to listen to their conversation.

"It's more than just darkness!"

The other voice was full of excitement and sharp words, as if the war was right in front of him, and he couldn't wait to take over the conversation.

"I have a friend who happened to be picking herbs nearby at the time. According to him, when the mysterious man swung his sword, the entire valley shook violently, and the golden light protecting the body of the Peacock King was actually split apart!"

"What's even more terrifying is this."

Another voice was lowered quietly, as if afraid of being heard by others.

"That mysterious man never revealed his true appearance from beginning to end. We only know that he seems to be a senior in the Yuanshen Dao realm. Many people have not been able to see his appearance clearly, not even the monk Chuan Deng, who is known for his clairvoyance."

"How is this possible?"

Someone couldn't help but exclaimed, "The Peacock King's 'divine eye' is said to be able to see through all the illusions in the world!"

"That's why it's so terrifying!" The man before sighed.

"I heard that the mysterious man was surrounded by a layer of mist that was almost invisible, and even his divine sense could not detect him at all. The Peacock King could only flee in panic with injuries!"

"What do you think? Could this mysterious person be some reclusive ancestor of the Dayun Dynasty?" someone speculated curiously.

“It’s hard to say.”

An old voice sounded slowly, carrying with it a hint of vicissitudes of time.

"I have lived for most of my life, and I have never heard of any master who can have such shocking means. After that battle, the Peacock King went into seclusion. Some people saw it heading towards its old nest, the Nihai Chongfanda location."

Hearing this, Ye Yang slowed down his pace, stopped listening, and was about to return to the quiet room to continue practicing.

When he turned around an exquisitely carved archway, his steps suddenly stopped.

The faint scent of sandalwood lingered in the air, and along with this unique fragrance came an old man, none other than Elder Qingli.

"Friend Bai."

An old voice came from behind him.

Ye Yang turned around when he heard the voice. Elder Qingli was wearing a simple grey robe, with white hair and beard, just like the first snow in winter. He was holding a green jade staff in his hand, which revealed a bit of ancient charm.

"Greetings, Elder Qingli."

Ye Yang nodded slightly, his attitude humble yet graceful.

Elder Qingli took a step forward, and a sharp light flashed in his originally turbid eyes:.

"This time, I am here on behalf of the Netherworld Family to express my gratitude to Fellow Daoist Bai. Thank you for your great help."

"You are too kind, Elder." Ye Yang looked calm and said in a nonchalant tone, "It's just a small favor, not worth mentioning."

"It's a pity that the Netherworld family can't produce the earth vein dragon blood. The Netherworld Patriarch's injuries can only be suppressed but not cured."

Elder Qingli sighed softly, and there seemed to be a deep meaning in his laughter.

"Fellow Daoist, you are too modest. The injuries suffered by the Nether Ancestor are rare in the world. I don't know how many imperial doctors he has seen but none of them could help him. Fellow Daoist has come to the rescue and it is a blessing from heaven that you have been able to treat him to this degree..."

He paused slightly, then slowly took out a jet-black jade box from his wide sleeves.

The jade box was only the size of a palm, small and exquisite, but it exuded a heart-pounding cold aura, as if it could freeze the air around it.

Ye Yang's attention was instantly attracted to the jade box. He keenly sensed that the box contained extremely powerful spiritual power fluctuations, like a turbulent undercurrent hidden beneath the calm lake surface.

"This is a thank you gift from the Netherworld family."

Elder Qingli held the jade box in both hands and handed it over with a serious look.

"The Netherworld Patriarch said that he could never repay the kindness of saving us. Fellow Daoist Bai has a connection with the Netherworld family, so this physical object should belong to you."

Ye Yang reached out to take the jade box, and at the moment his fingertips touched the box.

A bone-chilling chill suddenly hit him, like a sharp blade piercing through his bones. His expression remained unchanged, and he quietly circulated his Qi in his body, quickly dissolving the chill.

"Convey my gratitude to the ancestor for me."

Ye Yang put away the jade box carefully, and was very polite in his words.

Elder Qingli nodded and glanced at Ye Yang, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he gently tossed the jade slip in his hand.

The jade slip floated in the air, slowly unfolding, and a curtain of light was projected out.

In the light curtain, countless runes were flowing, and the shadow of a towering altar could be vaguely seen.

"I wonder if you are interested in the Heaven Sacrifice Ghost Canon?"

Elder Qingli's voice suddenly became solemn.

Ye Yang's pupils shrank slightly.

The Heavenly Sacrifice and Ghost Ceremony is finally about to begin. (End of this chapter)