Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1923: 1430: Exploration (2)

The Five Elements Small Realm covers a vast expanse, with its laws forming a solid foundation. Numerous diverse creatures have emerged within it, creating an atmosphere brimming with life and abundance.

“These years of effort from you have truly paid off, allowing the Five Elements Small Realm to flourish this much.” Li Zhirui expressed with genuine appreciation.

Yuhong brushed it off with a casual gesture, replying, “It’s all tied to my own cultivation journey, so no need for such politeness.”

He kept his words brief and passed the Chaos God Demon Dao Body technique to Yuhong, instructing, “Examine this secret art and give your thoughts on it.”

Surprise flickered in Yuhong’s eyes as he glanced at Li Zhirui, noting how much he seemed to cherish this particular secret art!

With that, he fell silent and delved into the Jade Slip with full focus, soon getting drawn in deeply by the secret art, losing himself completely in its depths.

This went beyond simple perusal—it was true understanding!

Li Zhirui arched a brow but chose not to interrupt, remaining still nearby while gazing down at the frail, tiny lifeforms scattered across the land.

Three days passed before Yuhong snapped out of his deep immersion, his expression filled with wonder and joy as he looked at Li Zhirui. “How did you conceive of something so extraordinary? You’ve crafted an incredible technique!”

Li Zhirui let out a light laugh, his lips curving upward. “Is it really that impressive, as you describe? The technique still needs refinement, and even then, it wouldn’t qualify as incredible.”

Despite his humility, a spark of pride ignited inside him from the lavish compliment.

“No need for false modesty—this technique absolutely merits being deemed incredible in my eyes.”

Yuhong shook his head firmly. “It carves out a fresh option for endless beings once they surpass the Great Thousand World, instead of heading straight to a superior realm.”

Even if the road ahead remains unclear, it at least provides an alternative route.

To him, the potential of this secret art shone brightly, possibly surpassing standard cultivation paths.

With that in mind, Yuhong couldn’t resist praising again, “Coming up with such a technique marks you as a true genius! One day, you might forge your unique way, rise as a legendary forebear, and earn eternal respect!”

Yet Li Zhirui shook his head in response. “I didn’t devise this technique alone.”

Next, he shared details about Li Zhixuan’s circumstances.

He avoids inflating his own skills, refusing to presume he alone commands any secret art with arrogance. In the immense cosmos, coincidences abound, including duplicate techniques.

Situations like Li Zhixuan’s likely aren’t unique; they could have occurred before, with others reverse-engineering the technique from similar experiences.

Even if not shared broadly, it might circulate quietly among close allies and students, with some practicing it.

Yuhong pondered briefly and conceded the logic, dropping the topic to dive into a heated exchange with Li Zhirui over the technique’s finer points.

“Do you intend to practice this technique yourself?”

Yuhong’s features darkened, his mood souring as he shook his head. “The technique holds promise, but it doesn’t fit me.”

His original form belongs to a magical artifact rather than humanity, clashing with the technique’s requirements.

Sure, that issue could be resolved eventually with effort.

The real barrier for Yuhong lies in his distinctive cultivation route, which demands grasping the Three Thousand Laws—the deeper the insight, the loftier the level.

Currently, he focuses primarily on the Yin Yang Law, which eases the pressure on the rest somewhat, but doesn’t remove it entirely.

Given these constraints, Yuhong couldn’t calculate the expense of pursuing the secret art, and that was just the start—real progress might demand far more!

Realizing this, Li Zhirui understood the technique truly didn’t suit him and inquired, “Do you spot any flaws or inconsistencies in the technique?”

“These laws you’ve so meticulously crafted—if I mishandled them, you’d have every right to fault me, but I must admit I haven’t fully scrutinized the details yet.”

At those words, Li Zhirui refrained from pressing Yuhong further and slipped away quietly from the Five Elements Small Realm, his Divine Sense withdrawing back to his physical form.

…

Daylight cycled through rises and sets, and before long, the appointed day arrived that Li Zhirui had pledged to Clan Leader Li Xiuyuan.

Knock knock—

A messenger approached warily and rapped on the courtyard door.

Deep in quiet reflection over a Pill Recipe within his secluded room, Li Zhirui caught the noise right away. A quick mental tally revealed its purpose, so he stowed the Jade Slip promptly and headed to the courtyard gate.

“Ancestor Rui, the Clan Leader dispatched me to request your presence.”

“Then we’ll head there now.” Acting without delay, he wrapped both in Spirit Light, vanishing in a flash.

“Has everyone gathered to await me?” Upon Li Zhirui’s arrival, the others had already assembled.

“Greetings, Ancestor Rui!” They all saluted together.

Clarifying, “The group only just got here a short while back.”

“In that case, let’s depart.”

“Very well.”

The team climbed aboard the Spirit Boat, sailing directly toward a distant outpost belonging to the Li family.

Hundred Maple Mountain lies to the north of Mount Wanxian, close to the Changli Mountain Range, boasting moderate Spiritual Energy yet stunning views, particularly during fall. Rising no higher than a hundred feet, the peak appears brushed with vibrant hues, bursting with natural charm.

Typically peaceful, Hundred Maple Mountain buzzed with over a hundred visitors today, transforming into a bustling spot.

Stepping off the Spirit Boat onto the slopes, the group set to work energetically, handling various preparations.

Now, they simply anticipated Li Xiuyuan’s signal, at which point dedicated clansmen would deploy the secret art to tear open a spatial tear.

“Eyes on me won’t help—issue the command on your own.”

Noticing Li Xiuyuan’s look, Li Zhirui spoke up at once.

Li Xiuyuan drew in a steadying breath and declared, “Commence!”

The clansman snapped his fingers, sending Spirit Light surging forth as intricate, arcane formations danced from his fingertips, merging seamlessly in sequence.

The void ahead, previously barren, ripped apart abruptly, birthing a fissure that widened steadily until it stabilized into a full-fledged space rift, independent of further secret art support.

“May you all return unharmed!”

To the exploring clan members venturing into the Outer World, Li Zhirui extended no elaborate well-wishes, only heartfelt wishes for safety.

The family’s present power meant that even if every one of these members fell in the Outer World, the blow would be minor.

For the entire clan, their contributions paled in comparison, barely registering.

Thus, few truly fretted over their fates, though each represented a lineage behind them.

As this cohort of clansmen fully crossed the space rift into the Outer World, Hundred Maple Mountain grew hushed once more, even as many anticipated their comeback with excitement, yearning for valuable Spiritual Objects in tow.

Li Zhirui lingered quietly off to the side, his figure blending into the background, with numerous clansmen instinctively overlooking this senior’s attendance.

All at once, he moved ahead, aiming directly for the space rift.

“Ancestor Rui, will you venture into the Outer World in person?” Li Xiuyuan called out hastily.

“Merely intrigued by how crossing worlds works.”

After a short pause for thought, he crossed the threshold, tossing back, ‘I’ll return shortly,’ before fading from view.

Unease stirred in Li Xiuyuan, but he kept a composed front amid the group, encouraging them to keep waiting.

By now, Li Zhirui had entered the Outer World.

The instant he crossed over, he sensed the Heavenly Dao’s myriad constraints and dilutions pressing down, slashing his peak power to maybe a mere tenth.

This already counted as lucky, since certain worlds enforce harsher Heavenly Dao clamps, as if determined to repel all intruders from beyond, crippling them to the utmost upon arrival.

Legends tell of the strictest realms where even Human Immortal cultivators emerge exhibiting only Mortal Realm might.