Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1943 - 1440: Recuperation (Part 2)

Perched cross-legged amid the wreckage, the Sect Leader observed Li Zhixuan advancing toward him, step by deliberate step.

Even though he had braced his mind for every possible result beforehand, in this instant, all those preparations dissolved—leaving behind merely faint traces of astonishment and reverence.

"Do you have any final words?" Li Zhixuan inquired in an icy tone.

"One question has plagued me for ages. Could you perhaps enlighten me before my end?" The Sect Leader replied, his face etched with genuine intrigue.

"Speak, then. Let me hear it."

"How exactly did you enter the Floating Light Realm? And what drives you to wipe out the Immortal Tao?"

"Through a method of—"

Li Zhixuan started to respond when her features twisted in alarm. Acting swiftly, she unleashed a streak of Sword Light with a slash.

Rumble—

A thunderous blast erupted right in front of her, as though aiming to swallow her whole. Luckily, that timely Sword Light strike allowed her to dodge the peril just in time.

While it wouldn't have ended her life, such an impact would have surely battered her badly—maybe even injured her—delaying the takeover of the Floating Light Realm.

Li Zhixuan fixed her eyes on the Sect Leader, whose spirit had crumbled into despair. Seldom did she offer leniency, yet this time it backfired into a harsh reminder she wouldn't easily shake off.

This ignited a blazing fury in her heart. With the Immortal Tao now effectively crushed, her rage had nowhere to turn except toward the Demon Cultivators or Devil Beasts!

Maybe the collapse of the Immortal Tao forced them to grasp the sheer might of the Li family—the Demonic Tao and Devil Race at last united against the Li family.

In that instant, the joint defensive stronghold built by the Demonic Tao and Devil Race had only just engaged when Li Zhixuan lifted her hand and unleashed a savage sweep of Sword Qi.

The Demon Cultivators and Devil Beasts believed their fortress unbreakable, or at least not so readily shattered.

However, they failed to account for extra factors—Li Zhixuan's fury now boiled over, betrayed by that Immortal Tao Sect Leader right at his last breath.

As a result, the barrier they trusted so deeply got completely demolished by her lone attack.

"No way! This can't be happening!"

They had heard legends of Li Zhixuan's power for years, but never seen it up close, let alone felt its raw intensity like this.

That piercing Sword Qi, even without touching them, still pricked at their flesh!

Certain Demon Cultivators and Devil Beasts, whose resolve wasn't firm enough, trembled in such fear that their legs gave out, sending them tumbling to the earth.

Li Zhixuan, naturally, offered no pity. With another flourish of her blade, she felled every last creature native to this realm.

Against the Demonic Tao and Devil Race, she held back even less than with the Immortal Tao, her tactics growing wilder still.

Even united, her charge on their Mountain Gate and dismantling of their forces proceeded with hardly any slowdown.

In fact, without worrying about her clan's stamina, Li Zhixuan could have pressed on even swifter!

But as conflicts erupted endlessly, the once-thriving Floating Light Realm veered into chaos, its progress ruined, with warfare and Evil Qi overtaking everything.

The whole realm seemed draped in perpetual dusk; sporadic flames danced about, laced with crimson streaks of blood.

A nearer look disclosed early signs of corruption and decay infiltrating the Floating Light Realm!

In reality, when Li Zhixuan and her group acted, they went out of their way to spare harm to the land and sky—not out of dread for karma, but to prevent scarring the world's core, which would block repaying their debt to the Primal Spirit Realm through sacrifice.

Still, damage to the world's origin proved inescapable.

Not just because clashes inevitably caused some destruction, but since all creatures form vital pieces of the world. Such massive killing of lives would inevitably wreak havoc on the realm—how could it avoid that?

Regarding the Floating Light Realm's Heavenly Dao, it had been curbing the power of Li Zhixuan and these invaders from beyond to its limits. Among the Loose Cultivators, many Loose Immortals, without their sheer numbers, would barely contribute in fights now.

Meanwhile, far from the battlefield, Li Zhirui sharply detected a shift rippling across the heavens and earth.

As he contemplated the Laws, he noticed the realm's gradual decay seeping in, inch by inch.

This led him to send a message to the front lines, reaching out to Li Zhixuan and pressing her to pull back temporarily, to stop all advances.

"Is this Jiu's command? Why would he call for this?"

She felt puzzled; maybe even she hadn't realized yet—after endless bloodshed, Evil Qi and killing intent had started to fog her thoughts, tainting her Spiritual Soul.

Thankfully, her Dao Heart stood firm, hardened repeatedly by Evil Qi and killing intent, giving her superior endurance—her senses and judgment remained sharp.

Though she couldn't quite understand why Li Zhirui would abandon the upper hand and tell the clan to retreat, Li Zhixuan followed his order anyway.

She trusted he would never lead her astray!

As for the Loose Cultivators? Lacking the Li Family Members' support, they probably wouldn't risk moving solo—another flight from the realm might be underway.

Li Zhixuan guided her battle-worn, grime-covered kin back to base and approached Li Zhirui, her tone laced with wonder: "Jiu, has trouble struck the clan? Why call everyone back?"

Li Zhirui shared his findings: "To prevent heavy damage to the world's origin, we should pause right now!"

The realm's natural healing is potent. Fresh 'injuries' kept emerging, blocking any recovery.

"Moreover, your condition at present isn't quite right either!"

At that, Li Zhirui released his Divine Sense, scanning the newly arrived kin—his expression turned somber in a flash.

Not just her, but the rest of the family had fallen under Evil Qi and killing intent's sway too. Though not as severe for her, varying builds made some cases worse.

Should this persist, they could face lasting harm to their minds and souls—turning into mindless killers!

"Simply put, everyone rest and recover for the moment—no more battles."

Then, Li Zhirui shaped hand seals; specks of pure white light appeared, merging into the family's forms, purging their Evil Qi and killing intent.

Truth be told, the Li family's goal was to claim the Floating Light Realm across two millennia. But less than a century in, the Immortal Dao forces were almost eradicated.

This speed far exceeded what anyone anticipated.

Beyond the Li family's scheme to draw in numerous Loose Cultivators, the key factor was Li Zhixuan: she preached caution, yet her deeds contradicted it completely.

...

The story branches out, each flower blooming on its own stem.

Currently, Li Chengsheng and Li Chengshuo traded their Divine Positions to Ziwei for the Secret Technique of crossing into target worlds. After delving into study and comprehension for a while, they were at last ready to proceed!

"Big brother, if we're aiming to seize an Outer World, will our subordinate gods and us alone be enough? Don't we need to ask the clan for reinforcements?" Just prior to starting, Li Chengshuo spotted an issue and voiced it immediately.

Their subordinate gods numbered few, and including the Star Gods allied with them, the total barely topped one hundred.

Without each being an Earth Immortal or Heavenly Immortal, such a small force made conquering an Outer Realm an absurd dream.

Li Chengsheng furrowed his brows. He'd been too focused on unraveling the Secret Technique and tailoring it for himself to think of this.

But he had to concede—this was a critical flaw needing swift resolution!

"The clan is busy with another Outer World assault; they likely can't spare much help. Even if they could..." Li Chengsheng shook his head, trailing off without finishing.

Considering their strained ties with the Li family over recent years, even absent other matters, they'd at most send around a thousand relatives for Li Zhirui's benefit, grudgingly.

That limited aid wouldn't cut it—they needed a different approach.