Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1907 - 1422: To Be Cultivated (2)

The demon cultivators who survived were eager to keep chasing, yet others preferred to pull back. Dividing up the spiritual treasures, scriptures, and jade slips they'd obtained was essential first, lest endless quarrels erupt later on.

Sun Song, standing nearby, observed the situation and inwardly spat curses. Once they sorted out these issues, the enemy would have fled a great distance. Locating her might be possible, but the immense gap would probably hinder any pursuit.

Chasing her by himself? He lacked the courage, having seen Jiang Fengwu crush two comrades stronger than him.

That overwhelming might left him utterly outmatched. Venturing alone could cost him his life.

With great unwillingness, Sun Song resigned to reality, as a fortune in gold slipped right past him.

In the meantime, Jiang Fengwu had soared wildly through the skies for some time. Seeing no demon cultivators trailing her anymore, she let out a relieved breath, "Finally got rid of them!"

The dire peril to her life had kept her going before, but with the threat lifted, tension eased; her form slackened, almost tumbling to the deck.

During the extended chase, rest hadn't come for even two hours, sustained only by sheer determination, yet now endurance failed her completely.

Her physique, meridians, spiritual soul, and dantian—all pushed to Jiang Fengwu's breaking point; collapse seemed imminent, threatening to shatter her entirely.

Luckily, such strain would plague her no longer from this point.

Still, full ease eluded her, as the demonic Tao's domain lay behind; concealing her true nature remained crucial.

So, Jiang Fengwu eased her pace just a bit, shrouding her aura even deeper; only keen scrutiny would reveal her spirit boat.

This way, she crossed to the West Continent and East Continent frontier without much hassle, reaching the Immortal Demon Battlefield where the ground stained deep crimson from endless bloodshed!

As she neared the East Continent side of the battlefield, Jiang Fengwu quickly dispelled the array masking her as a demon cultivator, preventing accidental strikes from Immortal Tao allies.

Explaining it away, even if valid, would prove far too cumbersome.

Passing the grand formation's inspections went without incident, allowing her safe entry into East Continent lands.

Jiang Fengwu's immediate action was seeking out an inn for true recovery!

No pursuits by demon cultivators marked the final leg, yet demonic Tao grounds demanded constant vigilance; she couldn't pause, remaining on edge for almost two to three months straight.

A bowstring stretched beyond limit breaks, and people fare no better.

So she undertook nothing—no cultivation, no visualization to heal—just pure slumber over three full days and nights.

When she awoke, Jiang Fengwu brimmed with vitality, her demeanor vibrant, utterly unlike the exhaustion of before.

"Next, I shall return to my family, meditate in seclusion, and soon breakthrough to Heavenly Immortal Realm!" The ordeal had surged her assurance, convincing her success lay within reach.

Hence, she tarried little in the frontier town, setting off anew toward home aboard her spirit-controlled flying ship.

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Unlike Jiang Fengwu, Li Zhixuan—another pushing toward Heavenly Immortal Realm—faced harsher luck.

With her pill reserves from before almost gone, she hazarded the void's depths, staking her existence on a faint hope to boost odds against the bottleneck.

Perhaps from over-relying on such desperate tactics, Li Zhixuan found this attempt yielded little; her cultivation stalled without progress.

Frustration boiled within her—this was her ace method. Failure meant retreating to the Primal Spirit Realm for alternative paths.

Abandoning the Heavenly Immortal breakthrough? No matter the circumstances, era, or location, Li Zhixuan never considered surrender.

With that, she began the trek back to the Primal Spirit Realm.

The chaotic void offered no guarantees of peace; a serene route could erupt into deadly peril the very next moment.

Thankfully, Li Zhixuan navigated with few hitches; she crushed minor dangers swiftly and fled the insurmountable ones.

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In another place, Li Zhirui sat cross-legged within his cave abode, gradually drawing in the surrounding spiritual energy,

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