Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1854: 1396: Pending Revision

Li Zhirui had avoided using his actual appearance, which meant the Ten Thousand Spirits Alliance never detected the truth. Misled by false clues, there was no way for them to arrive at the correct conclusion.

In the end, the Ten Thousand Spirits Alliance relied on a portrait reconstructed from the memories of a minor race’s Clan Leader. They squandered massive amounts of resources comparing this image against every human Heavenly Immortal one by one, yet not a single match was found!

Despite their exhaustive efforts, they gained nothing and suffered a heavy loss of precious Spiritual Objects used in the investigation.

Eventually, the Ten Thousand Spirits Alliance was forced to halt their operations, regardless of their resentment, to prevent further drain on their treasury.

Consequently, the once-massive manhunt shifted into a quiet, low-key affair.

Naturally, the previous movements of the Ten Thousand Spirits Alliance had piqued the interest of various powers, who dispatched agents to uncover the truth.

They failed to gather any significant intelligence, however, encountering only a calculated rumor: a human Heavenly Immortal had supposedly pilfered several invaluable Spiritual Objects from the Ten Thousand Spirits Alliance.

While some believed the tale and others remained skeptical, none of it concerned Li Zhirui, who had already departed from the Northern Domain!

He was well aware that the Ten Thousand Spirits Alliance was scouring the lands for him, but he remained unbothered. Those deeds were not tied to his current form or identity, leaving him with no fear of being discovered.

After his departure, he began wandering the East Continent to observe how the world's ascension had reshaped the territory.

Comparing the current landscape to the one he knew millennia ago, Li Zhirui noted that it wasn't just the Spiritual Energy that had thickened; there was a newfound sense of vitality and Dao Rhyme permeating the air!

Furthermore, the numerous enclaves once held by the Devil Race and Demonic Tao forces on the East Continent had vanished!

In the past, these dark territories were maintained to provide a trial ground where cultivators could temper themselves and hunt for Spiritual Objects, but that practice had been entirely scrapped.

The logic was simple: it was no longer profitable!

With the surge in Spiritual Energy, converting these lands for the cultivation of Spiritual Objects yielded far greater returns than before.

As for the concern that cultivators might lack combat experience without these trial grounds, the various Sects and forces would simply have to devise their own training methods.

The Li family faced no such issue, as the boundless East Sea provided them with an infinite arena for unrestrained training.

Additionally, internal clan competitions served to sharpen the combat skills of their members significantly.

“Truly a vibrant and flourishing era!” Li Zhirui remarked to himself, admiring the scene before his eyes.

Since the evolution of the Primal Spirit Realm, it was estimated that the collective power of the Immortal Tao had grown by at least thirty percent!

Even if other factions hadn't thrived as much, they likely weren't far behind in their development.

Thus, as Li Zhirui traversed the East Continent, he encountered not only a higher density of cultivators but also individuals of much greater strength.

“Hah!”

While he was lost in admiration, a mocking laugh suddenly sounded from his side, followed by a cold voice: “What flourishing era? This is clearly a precarious situation, like flowers masking a pit or oil boiling over a roaring flame!”

“Hmm?”

Li Zhirui turned toward the sound and spotted an elderly man standing nearby, his forehead etched with deep furrows from a lifetime of frowning.

“What do you mean by those words?”

During this journey, Li Zhirui had suppressed his Cultivation, appearing to the old man as a mere fellow Human Immortal.

“Have you not noticed that the population of cultivators has nearly doubled over these years? And that is just a conservative guess; the reality is likely much higher!”

The old man spoke with a grim expression, “The explosion in the number of cultivators has been too sudden, far outstripping the growth of the Primal Spirit Realm itself. Do you realize what happens if this trend persists?”

Without giving Li Zhirui a chance to answer, the old man pressed on, “Either a total war involving every living soul will erupt, or the world will hit its breaking point and shatter entirely!”

“With such a future looming, do you still have the spirit to praise this sight?”

“Hahahaha…”

Li Zhirui couldn't restrain his laughter after hearing this tirade. He only stopped after a moment, saying, “Aren't you perhaps worrying more than necessary?”

“You see only the rapid expansion of cultivators, but you forget that the Primal Spirit Realm is far from a peaceful paradise. It is a place of constant danger where brutal conflicts can break out at any moment.”

“When war happens, how many lives are extinguished? Furthermore, the Heavenly Dao is immense—if there truly were a threat of collapse, would the Heavenly Dao simply watch without intervening?”

“Besides, if the sky falls, the giants will be the ones to hold it up. Given our humble status, isn't worrying about such things just seeking unnecessary trouble?”

“Humph!” the old man snorted with annoyance, “If everyone shared your mindset, the Primal Spirit Realm would truly be doomed, destined to sink slowly into the Ruinous Void!”

Li Zhirui shook his head faintly. He didn't agree with the sentiment, but he chose not to argue further.

Both men were experienced individuals who had survived many trials; neither was likely to be swayed by a stranger's opinion.

Noticing his silence, the old man shifted his focus. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing much,” Li Zhirui replied with a shake of his head before asking, “What brings you to this place, Fellow Daoist?”

“I am gauging the number of new cultivators that have appeared in the East Continent recently.” The old man answered curtly. He then turned and walked away, unwilling to waste more time on someone he felt was indifferent to the fate of the world.