Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1938: 1438: Departure

Once the pathway had been unsealed, Li Zhixuan and Li Mingyao, the pair of Heavenly Immortals, guided most of the clan forces together with a band of rogue cultivators, launching their departure without delay. Under the cover of the inky blackness of night, they slipped away from the base in utter silence.

Prior to launching the assault, they had already pinpointed the groups they intended to strike.

Selecting the right objectives demanded thorough deliberation; they avoided sects that were overwhelmingly strong or pathetically feeble. The mighty ones proved too tough to overrun in short order.

The feeble sort, though simple to wipe out, didn't merit squandering such valuable moments.

Thus, ideal picks were those possessing balanced power.

Besides evaluating the foes' might, distance played a key role; distant marks were impractical, since excessive travel time would be lost.

Following meticulous picks, the Li clan settled on six groups within this domain as their strikes.

After close to two hours of rapid soaring aboard the spirit boats, Li Zhixuan's contingent reached their initial stop—Spirit Medicine Mountain!

Just from the title, it was clear this group excelled in growing spirit herbs and forging spirit pills, even if their fighting prowess fell a bit short.

Right then, the first light of day was barely emerging; the enormous armada loomed like a swarm of dark shapes, difficult to discern sharply.

Still, through the sharp senses of cultivators, nothing stayed concealed or veiled.

Maybe due to the long stretch of tranquility at Spirit Medicine Mountain, their watchfulness had grown lax; Li Zhixuan's team had nearly touched the protective formation, and still, nobody spotted them!

A mix of letdown and ease stirred in her chest—letdown since no intense skirmish awaited. As a sword cultivator honed through flames and carnage, she couldn't shake a twinge of sorrow.

But ease came too—this approach allowed a rapid conclusion to the fight, cutting down their casualties, and saving power for the following mark.

Crack—

Li Zhixuan quickly steadied her feelings. A fractured blade materialized in her grasp, and without any fancy flourish, she unleashed a simple sword slash.

The blade's glow hit the protective formation like smashing fragile panes, shattering it to pieces right away.

“Enemy attack! Enemy attack!”

At last, Spirit Medicine Mountain stirred. A shrill, frantic shout echoed above, rousing countless cultivators from slumber.

Rumble—

Yet prior to any readiness, brilliant spirit beams plummeted from the sky, joined by a torrent of rolling rocks, hurtling straight into the dwellings of myriad disciples at breakneck pace.

In a flash, untold cultivators perished amid the dim pre-morning gloom, some fading without grasping their doom in those last breaths.

The survivors burst forth immediately, faces twisted in grief, yet their gazes locked on Li Zhixuan's forces blazed with overwhelming fury!

“Aaaahhh…”

“I’ll kill you all!”

Certain cultivators bellowed in wrath, hurling their full might in assaults.

However, facing merely a handful of foes, how could they possibly wound Li Zhixuan and her comrades? They only courted peril.

In the opening exchange, their strikes crumbled outright; the force pressed on undiminished, savage still, and upon striking them, it tore them asunder in an instant, leaving no room for resistance.

For that brief span, the chaos turned savagely gruesome—gore and limbs scattered amid ghastly bursts.

The view stunned numerous cultivators, like a douse of icy water that quenched much of their vengeful fire.

“These must be the Outer Realm fiends from the east!”

“Weren’t they supposed to be pinned down? Why are they here now? Did all the cultivators besieging them perish at their hands?!”

Though Spirit Medicine Mountain skipped the raid on the Li clan, belonging to Floating Light Realm's Immortal Tao and sitting so close by, how could they hold back from aiding?

Hence, they held solid knowledge of the Li clan's affairs.

And merely imagining that outcome sent shivers through their frames, rejecting it repeatedly, refusing and powerless to accept!

If that horror had truly unfolded, it signaled dire peril for all of Floating Light Realm.

“Today, the foundation of Spirit Medicine Mountain, built up over thousands of years, will be destroyed in an instant!” The sect leader gazed at the blazes flaring across the land and let out a heavy sigh.

Deep down, grief tore at him—how could he remain unmoved, watching a lineage spanning generations crumble under his watch?

Yet at present, he forced down every feeling to safeguard a spark for the sect's tomorrow!

That alone would keep the heritage alive, ensuring the toil of millennia didn't vanish completely with him…

Thus, upon surveying the fray and seeing no path to turnaround, the sect leader stayed hidden; he instead rallied the core successors and a few elders, charging them gravely:

“I trust you all see the sect’s plight—it won’t be long before we are utterly destroyed…”

“Sect Leader, even if we are doomed, we will die defending the sect!” a disciple could no longer hold back and shouted, eager to remain and battle.

“There is no need for you to act! What you must do now is preserve your lives and find an opportunity to rebuild Spirit Medicine Mountain!” the sect leader declared, his expression severe.

While he uttered those words, they reached the secret passage forged across endless years, unused until this dire hour.

The sect leader drew forth a tiny emblem, unlocked the massive barrier, ushered dozens inside, and urged hastily:

“Go! Flee with all your might to the west! Tell the other factions what has happened, warn them to be vigilant, and seek a chance to rebuild Spirit Medicine Mountain—do not let our forebears’ efforts go to waste!”

With his command spoken, the barrier slammed shut with a thunderous boom.

Hidden from view, the sect leader crushed the command emblem, cranking the safeguards to maximum!

This ensured that reentering the secret passage meant breaching every barrier to force the barrier open.

One must realize, this secret passage had received nonstop reinforcements for thousands of years from Spirit Medicine Mountain—the safeguards could endure a barrage from multiple Human Immortals for a quarter hour!

Even Li Zhixuan with her present strength would require a full fifteen minutes.

By that duration, the fleeing cultivators would have escaped far away, lost to the winds.

Therefore, once most of Spirit Medicine Mountain’s cultivators were handled, Li Zhixuan approached, probed the barrier with a blow, assessed its resilience—then wisely abandoned pursuit.

Why expend a quarter hour on a futile chase that yielded no captures?