Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1913: 1425: Anchoring_2

A collective sigh of relief escaped everyone; so long as he didn't vanish abruptly without a trace of his location, that was sufficient. His potential suffering, injuries, or even demise in the Outer World held no interest for them, or maybe they just didn't give it a thought.

In the end, venturing into the Outer World was entirely his choice, unrelated to their involvement.

Meanwhile.

The ten thousand soldiers of the Xuanshan Army made it safely to the Otherworld via the space rift. Luck must have favored them, since they touched down in a vast plain with no spiritually aware beings in the vicinity, minimizing any chance of detection.

The Third Prince felt deeply annoyed; he hadn't wished to enter the Otherworld at all, yet the General had dragged him along without warning.

“General Liu, why on earth did you drag me into this place?”

Liu Feng offered a slight bow in apology and replied, “I beg your pardon, Your Highness, but this was the Emperor’s directive, and I simply obeyed.”

It went without saying; the Third Prince had pieced it together already. His father, the Emperor, had clearly orchestrated this; no General, not even from the Xuanshan Army, would presume to handle him so boldly otherwise!

“Explain it to me: why did Father order you to haul me here? What exactly are his instructions?” His tone grew more solemn with each word.

“Your Highness is surely aware that, apart from the Hundred Schools delving into ways to cross over, the Daqian noble families and royal house have united in their research to prevent future subjugation by outsiders.”

Liu Jiangjun went on, “They’ve devised a Secret Technique to anchor the Outer World! We’ll serve as the coordinates, and Your Highness will draw on the dynasty’s Dragon energy to fix this realm in place!”

Part of the motive for including the Third Prince stemmed from his presence in the hidden valley already, sparing the need

“What?!” Shock gripped the Third Prince at the revelation.

The Hundred Schools pursued a comparable approach, yet they avoided using individuals as anchors or depleting the dynasty’s Dragon energy; rather, they employed Spiritual Objects from the Otherworld, harnessing formation power to trace origins back to the source realm.

“Can this approach be trusted? Does it endanger your well-being or lives?”

Liu Jiangjun’s heart warmed at the concern, his voice gentling as he assured, “Fear not, Your Highness; should the method fail, the damage would be minimal at worst.”

Doubt lingered in the Third Prince, but then he heard, “Your Highness, we’re pressed for time—please master the Secret Technique without delay!”

“Very well.” At that moment, he had no choice but to consent.

Since their aim was merely to verify the Secret Technique’s viability, they refrained from venturing deeper, merely securing the surrounding zone.

Yet it could be the sparse Spiritual Energy in this spot, or perhaps the world’s overall thin Spiritual Energy; scarce Spiritual Objects came into their possession.

“Looks like we’ve ended up in some desolate backwater,” the Third Prince remarked with scorn.

Before Liu Jiangjun could glance his way, he shifted his attention back to erecting formations, for treating them as coordinates involved a unique array where they formed the core, Array Flags, and linking points.

Time flew by, with hours slipping away unnoticed.

Only six hours remained until the space rift hit its breaking point!

“It’s done!”

In the final two hours, the Third Prince at last set aside the Jade Slip.

“Activate the formation!”

Liu Jiangjun’s commanding yell rang out, and the ten thousand soldiers, as though drilled endlessly, assumed their roles with flawless precision.

From above, the intricate and arcane formation would come into view.

The Third Prince stepped to the array’s heart, the spot designated for the ritual!

“Your Highness, if you would.”

Drawing in a steady breath, he shoved aside nagging worries and declared solemnly, “Commence!”

As a royal scion, blessed with the reigning Emperor’s approval, the Third Prince commanded a substantial reserve of the dynasty’s Dragon energy. With preparations complete, he initiated the procedure.

A mighty bellow escaped him, unleashing a surge of ethereal flames from his core, illuminating his frame and cloaking him in an aura of blazing fire.

As he acted, the formation sprang to life with vigor, a pillar of scarlet blaze shooting skyward, linking via the space rift to the Daqian dynasty in the Primal Spirit Realm!

“Did it work?!”

Shortly after, the manifestations encircling the Third Prince faded, and he uttered in astonishment: “How could it prove this straightforward?”

He refused to accept that the Methods had reached such flawless refinement; hidden factors might elude their grasp.

Yet delving into mysteries wasn’t feasible now; with under an hour till the space rift sealed, scouting was out of the question, and they hurried one after another back to the Primal Spirit Realm.

“Might I inquire, Your Highness, what exactly were those occurrences spilling from the space rift before?” As they emerged, a voice pressed urgently.

The onlookers had beheld the spectacle directly, yet grasped none of it. With the key figure returned, curiosity demanded answers.

“I’m sorry to let you down; we didn’t trigger the Secret Technique—it unfolded right before our eyes, leaving us puzzled too.” The Third Prince delivered the falsehood with unflinching poise and earnestness, convincing many of his honesty.

Still, skepticism marked several faces.

From his demeanor, though, extracting more seemed futile, and Liu Jiangjun with his ten thousand soldiers offered even less, ignoring queries altogether.

“With this settled, I’ll be on my way.”

Before the assembly, the Third Prince stretched with lazy ease, exuding the vibe of one newly unshackled.

Once he departed alongside the Xuanshan Army, the Hundred Schools Cultivators exchanged glances before scattering swiftly.

At the same instant the Third Prince ignited the formation, far-off in the Daqian Imperial Capital, the dynasty’s Dragon energy roiled tumultuously, bewildering the ignorant officials who dashed to the Emperor seeking guidance on quelling the abrupt disturbance.

“My loyal ministers, compose yourselves; this isn’t a harbinger of doom, but a grand boon for Daqian!”

From his lofty throne, the Emperor gauged their faces and responses, speaking only as their debates neared an end.

His words silenced the once-buzzing hall, all ears attuned to him.

The Emperor revealed the triumph of the Secret Technique in anchoring the Otherworld.

“What?!”

The previously clueless erupted in stunned exclamations.

“That said, this art exacts a heavy toll, relying on the dynasty’s Dragon energy, rendering it impractical for widespread use due to the immense cost.”

The assembly, buzzing with initial thrill over the Secret Technique, chilled at his declaration and settled into sobriety.

Given the Emperor’s note on the vast Dragon energy drain just to secure one Outer World, the trade-off appeared hardly beneficial.

For the Dragon energy underpins a dynasty’s very endurance; depletion invites instability.

Thus, even with a fresh world brimming with Spiritual Objects and riches, the expended Dragon energy proved hard to restore.

“If no further matters arise, court is adjourned.”

Noting the silence, the Emperor stood and exited forthwith.

The officials dispersed, lost in private musings, many wearing pensive looks as unspoken thoughts churned within.

Yet the Hundred Schools disciples remained oblivious that the Daqian dynasty and noble houses had already mustered troops to plunder the freshly anchored Otherworld.

“This expedition to the Otherworld transcends simple scouting—it’s a full-scale subjugation of that realm, so you vanguard forces must gather abundant intel and details!”

“Yes!”

The Emperor stayed absent, delegating to the Crown Prince instead.

Gazing upon the thousands arrayed before him, the Crown Prince spoke with heartfelt warmth, “All of you, stay safe; I eagerly await your victorious homecoming.”