Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1892 - 1415: Decision
Previously on Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan...
Li Zhirui's instincts proved spot on. Having seized a handful of people from a different Minor Thousand World who'd journeyed through it, the Saints of the Confucian, Mo Family, Legalist, and School of Names dashed back to their own Holy Lands with utmost haste!
After getting comfortable, they started questioning these captives, employing far more refined tactics than the rough handling Li Zhirui had used on that initial Devil Beast. These folks held way more worth, after all.
"Where are you from? How exactly did you cross through the void?"
Through a particular mesmerizing Secret Technique, all five captives spilled every detail they possessed, holding nothing back.
In short order, the four sects discovered that the Secret Technique for crossing worlds had been crafted by a pair of Tribulation-Transcending cultivators, drawing from concepts left by their ancestors.
"Do you fully grasp this Secret Technique?"
"We've got most of it down, yet the key portion remains exclusive to that master and disciple pair."
At these words, the faces of everyone there darkened in an instant.
They had figured it for a fluke before, yet now it appeared as a calculated scheme, with the holders of the Methods completely out of their reach!
It was obvious too that these Methods promised massive gains.
Sure, ties between Human Dao and Immortal Dao had thawed a good deal, but that hardly made them allies—plenty of rivalries lingered on.
What's more, from any angle, bolstering Immortal Dao's power spelled nothing but trouble for their side.
"This calls for a dual strategy!"
One Confucian Saint declared gravely: "First, we confer with the Mo Family, Legalist group, and School of Names about teaming up to pool our strengths and swiftly refine these Methods; second, we seek to block that Heavenly Immortal Cultivator and stop him from fleeing the Southern Domain."
Their bonds with the Mo Family and Legalists weren't exactly warm, but this issue touched on shared stakes, maybe even all humanity's fate, so those groups would probably set aside old petty grudges.
Regarding the School of Names, their ties to the Confucians were somewhat solid, and given how feeble the School of Names stood, they'd scarcely turn down an alliance offer.
"Precisely!"
"Excellent! I'll reach out to the Mo Family, Legalists, and School of Names right away."
"I'll dispatch commands to every Confucian follower throughout the realm to impose tight controls and scour all cultivators at once."
The Confucian Saints sprang into motion without delay, assigning two to extract the partial Secret Technique for world crossing from the two nabbed Outer Realm cultivators.
True to their expectations, when the idea of collaborative research and completion of the Secret Technique surfaced, the Mo Family, Legalists, and School of Names agreed without hesitation. They chose to set up the study hub in the heart of the School of Names' domain.
Since the School of Names ranked as the frailest, the remaining three sects felt secure against any sneaky plays after the outcomes emerged.
On top of that, hearing of the Confucians' moves, they too commanded their followers in every area to watch Immortal Dao cultivators like hawks.
Should any odd behavior pop up, immediate capture was authorized, with apologies to the regional Monarch or Emperor to follow.
On the flip side, Li Zhirui racing wildly ahead had no clue how fiercely these four sects hunted him, their efforts ballooning to absurd heights, even stepping on sovereign territories.
Unknowing as he was, he'd grabbed the prime window for getaway in the last couple of days.
Over barely more than ten hours, he blasted across hundreds of thousands of miles, shifting from Human Dao's southern fringes right up to the central-north zones.
During the trek, whenever fatigue hit, or when mana ran low or his spirit soul wore out too much, he pressed on relentlessly, depending solely on Pills and Spiritual Objects to keep driving forward. His goal: draw as near as he could to the East Continent prior to Human Dao catching wind of his breakout.
Keeping up that pace, Li Zhirui would break free of the Southern Domain in just one more day and reenter Immortal Dao lands—the East Continent!
Yet this last stretch turned his advance into a near-impossible feat.
"Human Dao's already reacted, setting up ironclad barriers at all vital routes." Li Zhirui stared into the distance at the barriers now cloaked in a formidable Daoist magic array, his face clouding over.
This wasn't isolated to this spot; identical setups blocked key paths all across the board!
Plus, tiny villages in assorted kingdoms plastered wanted notices everywhere, all aimed at trapping him in the Southern Domain and snatching the pair of Outer Realm cultivators in his possession.
Right now, Li Zhirui pondered his next move: detour via the South Sea or the Demonic Tao West Continent en route back to the East Continent; or maybe duck into the void, wait it out until Human Dao eased off those flashy, stringent bans.
The setups dazzled, sure, but they guzzled resources just as fiercely, dooming them to short lifespans.
After weighing options, he resolved: no need to push hard—just slip into space for a while, using the downtime to delve into the Methods forged by those two Outer Realm cultivators.
Instantly upon deciding, he vanished utterly from view, leaving zero hints behind.
Human Dao forces, of course, had no inkling of Li Zhirui's escape tricks, and though they scoured relentlessly, probing even underground depths, they turned up zilch, as though the man were a mere phantom tale.
Slowly but surely, with time dragging on and zero leads surfacing, Human Dao relented at the barriers, pulling back the bulk of those Daoist magic arrays.