Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1882: 1410: Pending Revision

Upon departing the Daqian domain and stepping into the Southern Domain, where diverse creatures dwell together, a fierce wild energy assaults you right away.

The atmosphere here stands in stark contrast to the structured and secure Human Dao domain that Li Zhirui had navigated before.

Still, he sensed a profound sense of relief and comfort in this spot, free from the need to conceal who he was and spared from the ongoing weight of the Human Dao magic network's control.

Suddenly, a fierce gust swept through, laden with a heavy metallic tang of blood, surging straight at Li Zhirui.

Yet he remained completely composed, fresh from the chaotic clash between the Human and Devil Races, long familiar with landscapes piled high with the dead and drowned in crimson floods.

Besides, this wasn't his initial brush with such grim occurrences.

Beyond the fierce conflicts between those grand powers, he had even joined in the total annihilation of all life across whole realms!

That said, it's worth noting how savagely the Human and Devil Races wage their wars.

Such clashes prove inevitable; each faction battles with all its might just to claim territory and endure.

“Hmm?”

With a startled glance toward the forward side, Li Zhirui pondered why the aura of the Human Dao magic network lingered even after he'd exited its bounds.

As he soared ahead for a closer inspection, a band of Mo Family disciples came into view, some maneuvering devices while others brandished lengthy blades against the Devil Race, safeguarding the fortifications at their backs—and then the pieces fell into place for him.

This spot marked the location where the Mo Family had decided to found their Human Dao dynasty!

“Why set up a dynasty in a region so distant from Human Dao lands?”

Soaring up into the heavens, Li Zhirui surveyed the landscape beneath, spotting nothing remarkable at first, but as he expanded his vision a bit, an intriguing sight emerged: a massive chain of peaks stretching east-west for endless li northward.

Understanding dawned on him right away.

The Mo Family aimed to shield against the Daqian Dynasty's southward push once their own realm solidified, preventing outright absorption!

Though he remained unaware of the parallel ridge extending westward.

In this configuration, should Daqian attempt an incursion, their forces would be funneled solely from the east, sparing the Mo Family threats from every direction.

Admittedly, drawbacks existed; positioned outside—and not even near—Human Dao borders, the Mo Family's nation would confront Devil Race assaults in isolation.

The sheer weight of that strain is easy to envision.

Nevertheless, observing the Mo Family's domain in its present form, Li Zhirui noted their success in holding back the onslaught so far.

After a short deliberation, he released three jade slips downward and then shifted into a streak of rainbow brilliance, vanishing into the distance.

Those three jade slips settled firmly in front of the Mo Family Semi-Saint overseeing the fray.

“Hmm?”

Once he confirmed the jade slips held no threats, he seized them with an outstretched hand, sending his divine sense to explore within—only to pull it back swiftly.

His eyes scanned the skies above, searching for any trace, but detected none.

“Chang Long, assume command in my place. Urgent business demands my attention!” the Semi-Saint declared, noting the fight tilting in their favor, reluctant to linger any longer.

Having instructed the disciple at his side, he tucked the jade slips into his robes and rushed off.

Chang Long realized his haste stemmed from whatever secrets those three jade slips held, igniting a burning curiosity within him, yet they appeared too vital for someone like him to access.

That Mo Family Semi-Saint swiftly approached to offer homage to the Saint posted nearby.

“Saint Zhang, these three jade slips carry immense weight. Are the other saints free to join?” he inquired, presenting them over.

“Oh?” Intrigued by the gravity in his tone, Saint Zhang grew eager about the jade slips, deploying his divine sense with sharp focus.

In mere moments, he lifted his head sharply, his calm demeanor shifting to grave intensity, and at once alerted the other saints to hurry over.

“What urgent issue prompts this summons for all of us?”

“Examine these three jade slips first; we'll talk once everyone's here.” Saint Zhang offered nothing further, merely furrowing his brow in contemplation.

Thanks to his insistence, within less than half a quarter-hour, the other three saints had gathered.

Once all had reviewed the jade slips, a heavy quiet descended upon the group.

“Zhou Quan, from where did you acquire these jade slips?”

The Semi-Saint Zhou Quan recounted: “While I directed the defense against the Devil Race, these three jade slips dropped straight from the sky before me.”

“That Heavenly Immortal cultivator must be behind it,” one saint surmised.

Although Li Zhirui concealed his true self inside Daqian—perhaps obscure to the masses—the leaders there were well aware of him, and word had spread even to the distant Mo Family.

The key basis for this assumption lay in the Immortal Tao elements embedded within the jade slips.

“What's his aim in sharing this? Could it truly stem from pure goodwill?”

“No way; the worth of these three jade slips is far too great for mere benevolence.”

One jade slip outlined the full procedures for founding a Human Dao dynasty; the next captured Li Zhirui’s recollections from his prior existence on gunpowder and diverse armaments, which might fuel fresh ideas for the Mo Family’s creations.

The final jade slip described a governance framework absent an emperor, featuring cabinet structures and assemblies of elders, encompassing everything Li Zhirui understood on the subject.

In truth, the Mo Family lacked a suitable emperor candidate, since they hadn't yet officially formed their Human Dao dynasty—otherwise, complications would multiply into utter catastrophe.