Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1904 - 1421: Awaiting Restoration

Deep inside the utterly dark cave, eight Demon Cultivators advanced with utmost caution, wary of any lurking perils that could strike.

Be it their sheer luck or the years that had worn away potential snares, the path ahead remained free of threats, allowing them to arrive effortlessly at the tunnel's conclusion.

"Could this be the fabled Changyou relic from the Treasure Map?"

All eyes fixed on the bronze portal ahead, etched with savage spectral beasts, gleaming with thrill and eagerness, though hidden motives churned beneath the surface.

"If it's really the Changyou relic, we'll hit the jackpot big time!"

Legends tell of Chang You, a mighty Heavenly Immortal Great Demon from millennia past, two or three thousand years back, whose might knew no equal; he excelled in the Demonic Tao, commanding the Fierce Ghosts, Blood Sea, Yin Corpses, and White Bones magic veins, reigning supreme as the top figure in the Demonic Tao!

In those days, the Heavenly Dao sent forth eight Heavenly Immortal Cultivators to encircle and slay this terror. But against all odds, what looked like a guaranteed victory saw Chang You shatter the trap, leaving three or four of those Heavenly Immortals gravely wounded.

Following that clash, Chang You's renown soared higher, elevating him from the pinnacle of the Demonic Tao to the unchallenged ruler of the entire Primal Spirit Realm, overshadowing every cultivator alive in his time.

Those years represented the zenith of Demonic Tao power, with their forces seizing vast swaths of land on the other three continents, plunging the whole Primal Spirit Realm into demonic gloom.

Then, suddenly, Chang You disappeared entirely!

Rumors swirled that he'd gathered excessive Karmic Force, falling to Heavenly Punishment; some claimed he ascended beyond the Primal Spirit Realm; others whispered of a Daoist transformation leading to his demise...

Endless theories spread like wildfire, and beyond the Demonic Tao, every other group let out a collective breath of relief.

Lacking that unrivaled powerhouse, the Demonic Tao's sway crumbled fast, with nearly all their conquered territories snatched back.

Now, onto the present situation!

"Indeed, assuming the Treasure Map holds true, the riches and paths to Heavenly Immortal glory await us here!"

At that declaration, every one of the eight betrayed uncontrollable zeal and passion.

Even as Earth Immortals—entitling them to Ancestor Master status in title—they ranked as little more than enhanced tools in the gaze of Heavenly Immortal Great Demons, ones not worth deploying lightly.

Yet, no matter their edge, tools stayed tools; their fates hung entirely in others' hands!

A closer look at their faces, though, revealed that under the zeal and passion lurked subtle fear, wariness, and a torrent of devious plots.

Trust vanishes entirely in the Demonic Tao!

Regardless of their apparent solidarity at this moment, should interests clash—or even without a clash, if the rewards tempted enough—they'd backstab their closest ally without a second thought!

Still, facing the perils of the unknown, they upheld a veneer of togetherness for the time being.

"Which of you dares to push open the door?"

The query hung in the air, met with instant hush, since nobody wished to court whatever hazards might lurk.

"What if I send my puppet in its place?" proposed a scrawny Demon Cultivator cloaked in a voluminous black garment, his tone icy and detached.

"If Pang volunteers, we'll count on you then."

After a brief consideration, the others raised no protest, given the mystery of any threats from the gate, rendering the puppet an ideal stand-in.

Pang Wei wordlessly drew out a human-like puppet from his garments, skipping Mana infusion in favor of Spirit Stones for power and Puppet Silk for guidance, directing it toward the door.

Witnessing this, several Demon Cultivators flashed traces of astonishment; his approach struck them as overly guarded!

Still, focus soon turned to the puppet as it marched to the bronze gate, pouring its full force into shoving it aside.

Squeak—

With the heavy groan of hinges grinding open, the anticipated trial or barrier turned out to be absent.

Rather than charge in, they directed Pang Wei to keep directing the puppet forward, scouting for perils.

Only after the puppet's path cleared did they venture to follow.

Such vigilance came naturally; the Great Demon Changyou's infamy alone warned that even simple setups could doom them utterly.

Safely inside the cave chamber, enveloped in shadows, they found it barren and void.

"What if there's zero treasure? We've squandered all this effort, rushing here in vain," muttered one Demon Cultivator.

Similar frustrations echoed among the others, leaving them deeply irritated.

"Examine it properly; those wall niches hold the real prizes!" Without worry over concealed threats, he wouldn't waste breath on these idiots.

Yet, having these idiots probe ahead suited him perfectly; any hazards could claim their hides as buffers.

Disappointment faded quickly with no perils or snares in the niches. Moments later, awe hit them as they discovered heaps of the coveted Spiritual Objects.

"Hurry and gather them up; we mustn't squander these invaluable items. Essential for future cultivation, they can't afford the slightest damage," one Demon Cultivator pressed with haste.