Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1848: 1393: Seeking Death

A journey of several hundred miles was nothing more than a brief flicker of time for Li Zhirui.

The landscape matched the Clan Leader’s description perfectly; a Solitary Peak pierced the heavens like a massive, unsheathed sword rising toward the Tianming.

Under normal circumstances, one might simply admire the natural majesty of the peak, but it wasn't long before he witnessed a strand of Sword Qi manifest from nothingness, surging violently from the mountain into the clouds.

In terms of raw pressure, the Sword Qi wasn't overwhelming, possessing a potency roughly equivalent to a Sword Cultivator at the Divine Transformation stage.

It was truly startling that a mountain so barren of Spiritual Energy and lacking any apparent treasures could produce such a singular phenomenon.

“How curious!”

Li Zhirui’s eyes twinkled with sharp intellect. He moved closer, extending his Divine Sense to permeate the mountain’s interior and exterior, searching for the origin of that Sword Qi.

After a considerable duration, he retracted his sensory probe and opened his eyes. He had found no irregularities or hidden mechanisms; to his senses, it appeared to be nothing more than a strangely shaped rock formation.

He wasn't particularly shocked by this outcome.

This Sword Mountain had stood for an eternity. The Ten Thousand Spirits Alliance, with its deep history and powerful Heavenly Immortals, surely would have scoured this place long ago without success.

If they had uncovered its mysteries, they wouldn't have left the peak exposed to the elements; they would have locked it away or hidden it from the world.

Since those ancient figures had come up empty-handed over the millennia, why would Li Zhirui assume he could easily solve the riddle?

He possessed great confidence in his abilities, yet he knew better than to look down upon any Heavenly Immortal, particularly the old monsters who had lived through the ages!

“The Great Thousand World truly holds endless marvels!” He let out a soft sigh while gazing at the Solitary Peak.

As he continued his observation, a second strand of Sword Qi tore through the sky, notably more powerful than the first.

“Is it possible the strength of this Sword Qi escalates over time?”

His curiosity burned brighter, fueled by a desire to understand the logic behind these mysterious events.

With no urgent matters demanding his attention, Li Zhirui decided to stay a while longer. He began a more thorough investigation, even if he didn't hold high hopes for a breakthrough.

Every hour, the peak emitted a new burst of Sword Qi. The power level rose steadily, climbing from the Divine Transformation level until it reached the heights of a Mahayana Sword Cultivator, before eventually resetting the cycle.

He waited with great patience for each manifestation, trying to pinpoint the exact moment of birth, but the energy seemed to materialize out of thin air.

This caused Li Zhirui to second-guess his theory that a hidden Secret Realm existed here.

After several days of fruitless research, he prepared to depart. Even as a Heavenly Immortal, he recognized that the world was full of inexplicable wonders and saw no point in being stubbornly obsessed with a single mystery.

“Maybe I should ask Zhixuan to examine this place when she returns; as a Sword Cultivator, her intuition might be more attuned to this mountain,” he mused.

Just as he circulated his Mana to leave, a strange ripple manifested behind him.

“What?”

Spinning around, he watched in shock as a spatial rift tore open right against the mountain’s surface!

“What is this?” This sudden development forced him into a defensive posture. He remained cautious, refusing to get too close while using his Divine Sense to scout the opening.

Swoosh—

The sound of crashing waves echoed from the void within the rift. For a moment, Li Zhirui thought the phenomenon had stabilized and allowed his vigilance to slip slightly.

In that heartbeat, a terrifying suction force exploded from the rift, catching him completely unawares and dragging him toward the abyss.

“Dammit!”

He immediately surged his Mana to anchor himself, but the gravitational pull was too immense. Having lost his footing in the first second, he was swallowed by the darkness.

Following a disorienting journey through spatial turbulence, Li Zhirui regained his balance. He found himself standing in a world of water, an endless blue sea stretching in every direction, with tiny black specks on the horizon suggesting distant land.

“This is wrong! I’m no longer in the Primal Spirit Realm!” He was certain of this because his vital connection to the Heavenly Dao had been severed!

Such a disconnection was impossible if he were still within the boundaries of the Primal Spirit Realm!

“A brand new, undiscovered Secret Realm?” Li Zhirui narrowed his eyes, debating if this was a stroke of luck or a disaster.

Sword Mountain had existed in the Northern Domain for eons without opening, yet it had chosen to reveal itself just days after his arrival!

Unfortunately, the realm hadn't given him a choice about entering.

“Is this place the source of the Sword Qi outside?” Driven by a need for answers, Li Zhirui began to scout the area, resolved to extract the maximum benefit from this unexpected turn of events!

He set his sights on the black dots he had noticed earlier. While the vast ocean might hold secrets, searching the depths would be far more difficult, so he prioritized the islands.

“As I suspected, an archipelago!”

Speeding across the water, he quickly reached the islands. It was a chain consisting of five major landmasses and various smaller islets, each roughly a few miles wide.

He chose the largest island for his initial investigation.

Boom—

Li Zhirui released the full weight of his Divine Sense, blanket-covering the island to ensure no detail escaped his notice.

Though such an intense use of mental power was draining, it was highly efficient, and he soon discovered something of interest.

Inside a hidden cave on the island, he found a series of murals that told a fascinating story.

The first mural showed a young boy discovering a chipped, broken sword by the shoreline, swinging it around in play.

The second mural depicted the boy as a young man, his Sword Skills appearing much more refined and disciplined.

The third mural followed the youth as he left his small fishing village, having found a lucky chance to enter the path of Cultivation.

…

The following images chronicled his rise through the ranks of Cultivation over many years, moving from a lowly Loose Cultivator to a prominent member of a Great Sect.

The third-to-last mural depicted the man as a wandering knight, using his blade to enforce justice and protect the weak. Though he made many enemies, his incredible skill and the influence of his Sect kept his foes at bay.

The penultimate mural showed a gruesome battlefield. The man stood alone against an endless swarm of Devil Beasts, his body soaked in blood, surrounded by mountains of slaughtered monsters.

Due to the sheer exhaustion of the unending combat, he looked as though he was on the verge of total collapse, reaching the absolute limit of his strength.