Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1891 - 1414: Capture (2)

Five individuals altogether, sharing the trait of profound old age, an aura of decay now seeping from their forms!

This obvious sign reveals that their remaining years won't surpass fifty.

"Unexpectedly, they truly succeeded with their research..." He uttered the words in shock and delight, knowing he could join the journey to a superior realm.

Although extending life demands facing Tribulation Transcendence and a breakthrough, which poses great risk in their state, the might of this Thunder Tribulation pales against the Ascension Thunder Tribulation.

"It's unfortunate I couldn't grasp the core of their world-shifting technique; had I, even in a new realm, I might harness it to gather cultivation resources."

No one grasps the steps they took, but they've kept a hidden watch over Bai Canghan and his disciple Gao Yunlin, all without raising alarms.

"If they managed to develop it, why can't we?"

"Enough complaining—move quickly, or the space rift will seal shut," one of the old timers snapped in impatience.

The group delayed almost fifteen minutes more before departing, soaring into the space rift and vanishing one by one in a flash.

Soon after their exit, the space rift quaked fiercely, as though hitting its breaking point, then burst apart with a thunderous roar!

...

At the same moment, within the Southern Domain of the Primal Spirit Realm, over the Great Marsh of the Human Dao.

Minutes dragged on, the mid-air space rift expanding steadily, and the watchers kept their eyes locked on it; should something emerge, they'd strike at once to claim it.

Next to him, Li Zhirui appeared restless, for a Confucian Saint had shown up during the vigil.

He rushed over so fast because he'd been drawing in the vicinity, and after getting word from his Confucian follower, he made it there in no time.

"Wu Sheng, that first cultivator moved quickest, snatching the Devil Beast outright and applying the Soul Searching Secret Technique to uncover plenty about the other world," the Confucian disciple hurriedly summarized the prior events.

Wu Huasheng eyed Li Zhirui briefly, then turned to the barely alive Devil Beast, gave a faint head shake, and declared, "Now's not the moment to strike."

He worried that acting might kill the Devil Beast outright, sparking unknown troubles; wiser to preserve its vitality and plan next steps once the dust settled.

After all, he'd already placed a barrier nearby, hiding the interior from outside eyes and trapping everyone within from escaping.

With Wu Huasheng's arrival, followers from the other schools grew highly strung, fearing their own elders might arrive too late and forfeit any gains!

The atmosphere hung thick with tension as moments slipped by.

All at once, Li Zhirui's eyes sharpened, his inner mana surging wildly, propelling him like a bolt toward the space rift.

As he dashed, Wu Huasheng paused briefly, then hurled his brush ahead, releasing a swarm of ink flecks that morphed into beasts and spirits, lunging at Li Zhirui.

At the same time, he drew forth a landscape scroll and flung it skyward; it unfurled to show its painted peaks and streams, blending seamlessly with the world around.

Disciples of the Hundred Schools lagged a step behind but still launched strikes to disrupt him.

Yet Li Zhirui brushed aside these tactics, simply calling upon his Life-bound Magic Treasure, Thousand Spirits, to shield him.

Wu Huasheng at first thought his assault would crush a mere Human Immortal Cultivator, only to find the ink-born entities inflicted zero damage.

"He's concealed his true power!" He pieced it together in a heartbeat, his face darkening.

Right then, two shapes burst from the space rift!

Bai Canghan and Gao Yunlin had barely tasted the new world's air when Li Zhirui stunned them senseless and slipped away like a ghost.

In that split second, their senses blacked out, Dantian and Spiritual Souls locked down, bodies restrained, hurled into the void, with orders to Five Elements to hold them fast until his return!

"Give up those two, and I'll allow your escape!" Wu Huasheng demanded icily.

"Apologies, but they're my rightful prizes. If you seek them, you'll need to hold off a bit."

With that, Li Zhirui became a streak of rainbow light, streaking northward.

"Hmph!"

Wu Huasheng huffed in disdain, "You believe you can just flee? Hold still!"

But the scene that followed stunned him.

The barriers he'd erected—one for protection, the other to divide spaces inside and out—shattered under the intruder's force!

Maybe from his low estimate and not fully powering the scroll, yet mostly from the foe's overwhelming might.

"This isn't some lone Immortal or Human Immortal Cultivator—he's a Heavenly Immortal!"

Grasping the truth, Wu Huasheng swore under his breath, "Curse it! I got duped too."

Too late to realize, as Li Zhirui had long vanished from view, chase now impossible.

Thus, he turned back, eyeing the lingering space rift for any fresh arrivals.

But against all odds!

Someone else shattered Wu Huasheng's barrier.

Three newcomers slipped in, from the Mo Family, Legalist group, and School of Names, each a Saint in cultivation.

Their initial move was to deploy their own seals, shielding the zone from prying eyes.

And should they come up empty, it would at least stall outsiders, granting them extra moments.

"Hehe, Wu, you beat us here—you surely snagged something, eh?" The School of Names Saint inquired with a grin, fishing for info.

"Asking me? Better question your own followers," Wu Huasheng dismissed them, eyes glued to the space rift, yearning for more cross-realm visitors.

A cold flicker crossed the School of Names Saint's gaze, and with the other two Saints, they grilled their disciples on what transpired earlier.

To their shock, prior to their coming, another Heavenly Immortal Cultivator had already nabbed a pair.

This fueled their vow to grab whoever emerged next; letting another chance slip could mean no more.

Time raced on, another quarter-hour gone.

Abruptly, the space rift shook hard, ejecting five forms.

The four Saints on site lit up with excitement.

Wu Huasheng had planned to scoop up all five, but the trio balked, all striking together to deflect his enveloping scroll.

Out of options, he shifted tactics, snaring just the two on the left edge with the scroll.

The other three dropped neatly to the remaining Saints!

No words exchanged, yet the four shared an unspoken accord, dropping their barriers in unison, then whisking away their followers into the distance.

They shunned excess; one knowledgeable captive sufficed.

Besides, they sensed the space rift's growing instability, unlikely to yield more from beyond.

Lingering risked clashes with incoming Saints from rival schools, outcomes unpredictable; safer to clutch what they'd won.

...

Elsewhere, Li Zhirui, after smashing the seals, avoided bold flight across the open skies, instead weaving through foliage and underbrush.

On top of that, he had to quit the Southern Domain without delay.

As the proverb warns, "procrastination breeds trouble," and the Hundred Schools wield arcane, intricate arts spanning vast scopes—who can say if some tracking Secret Technique exists?

Hence, Li Zhirui needed to flee the Southern Domain before they mobilized and wove a snare.