Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1945: 1441: Rest (2)
Except for Ziwei, who was in on the secret, every other Divine burned with intense curiosity, eager to uncover what the pair of Star Lords were up to that had caused such a massive stir.
Numerous Divines extended their Divine Sense to probe the situation, yet each one got repelled by the Divine Light barrier.
No one dared to break through the Divine Light and risk angering or challenging Li Chengsheng and Li Chengshuo.
Obviously, no Divine possessed the folly or audacity to attempt such a thing.
“What on earth are those two up to?!”
This question left countless Divines hanging in uncertainty, as the disturbance truly was quite enormous.
Inside the Palace of the Polestar, that trusted aide instinctively leaned forward a bit, about to speak, but caught sight of the pleased grin on Ziwei’s face, stopped short, and silently settled back into their seat.
As though they were utterly oblivious to the extraordinary event unfolding in the closely monitored Sun and Moon Divine Domain!
Now, turning back to the main events!
The arrival of the Heavenly Dao Consciousness seemed like it was examining the Micro Light World; detecting nothing amiss, a tremendous and bottomless power promptly descended upon it.
Crack—
In a spot hidden from the Divines' view, a sharp breaking noise echoed; Heavenly Dao Power slipped through the crack into Micro Light, starting to swallow up this Minor Thousand World’s Heavenly Dao.
Micro Light’s Heavenly Dao stood no chance against it. The disparity in power and level between them was vast, and with the intruder now inside, it recognized the danger far too late—fighting back was out of the question.
As the world's core essence got wildly drained, the skies and lands shifted hues, apocalyptic visions unfolded across Micro Light in rapid succession, and in merely a quarter-hour, a once-intact realm lay in total ruins!
Finally, once the Primal Spirit Heavenly Tao had claimed every last bit of the world's essence, it pulled back its 'tendrils', leaving Micro Light fully demolished, tumbling from its place in the Void and endlessly dropping toward the destructive Ruinous Void beneath.
Maybe during its fall, some other world would spot it, turning it into a Taixu Illusionary Realm, with even its battered remnants completely devoured!
Had the worlds not been separated by such immense distances, not a scrap of "remains" would have survived, much less the extraction of its world essence.
With the Heavenly Dao withdrawn, a Merit Golden Cloud suddenly formed in the air over Li Chengsheng and Li Chengshuo’s heads, dividing almost equally before descending into their forms.
They shut their eyes without delay, meticulously sensing and analyzing the changes inside, before gradually reopening them.
“Big Brother, the Merit from offering up a Minor Thousand World is way too meager to balance our karma…” Li Chengshuo felt quite let down and couldn't stop grumbling inwardly.
After investing more than a decade plus vast amounts of manpower, resources, and riches, the result fell far short of hopes—disappointment was inevitable.
“It's only a Minor Thousand World; the boost it gives to the Heavenly Dao isn't much, so the Merit is bound to be small. Plus, taking down Micro Light wasn't just our effort alone—the Merit got split among others too.”
Li Chengsheng appeared to have anticipated this outcome and wasn't overly upset, even showing a touch of contentment. He remarked, “Be patient; no hurry needed. At the very least, we're on the right path.”
Differing from their earlier approach of using the Star Birth Secret Technique to speed up Chaotic Spiritual Energy's evolution, this Merit-gathering method proved even more gradual—a century's work might not match what they just gained!
His reassuring words lifted her spirits somewhat.
The chaos the siblings unleashed drew the focus of innumerable Divines; as the Divine Light shield dissipated, they noticed a throng of Divines assembled outside, all directing inquisitive looks into the core Divine Domain.
Regrettably, all signs of the event had been erased; no clues remained to be found.
“Might I inquire why everyone has gathered here?” Li Chengsheng pretended not to know and asked.
“Divine Monarch, could you explain the sudden emergence of Heavenly Dao Will and Heavenly Dao Power aura earlier?” A minor Divine, probably speaking on behalf of another, cut straight to the heart of the matter with a direct query.
After a brief deliberation, Li Chengsheng chose to reveal a subtle clue, ensuring others would grasp his intentions.
“Transcend and depart?” The assembled Divines stared in astonishment at the pair. It was the furthest thing from what anyone had imagined.
After all, such pursuits lay far beyond their own levels. Reaching the Heavenly Immortal Realm was already a rare feat for most Divines, let alone the far tougher road to transcendence—scarcely anyone had pondered it.
Even the handful of Divine Emperors who heard this stayed quiet for an extended period.
Observing Li Chengsheng and Li Chengshuo anew, they abruptly realized the reason for their subdued profile lately, as their ambitions stretched beyond the Primal Spirit World into the boundless Void.
Though they themselves wielded Heavenly Immortal-level cultivation and might, thoughts of transcendence had never crossed their minds, nor had they rarely mentioned it.
This stemmed not just from insufficient cultivation, but from a narrow vision as well.
Simultaneously, they comprehended why Ziwei had ignored Li Chengsheng and Li Chengshuo’s recent moves—he had long known their motives and, seeing their goals pointed elsewhere, naturally stopped pursuing them.
…
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Li Zhixuan got summoned by Li Zhirui and, learning the cause, thoughtfully reviewed her recent actions. She also detected something off and wondered why her anxiety had spiked so abruptly lately.
Was it possible she'd unknowingly stepped into some scheme?
Still, after a thorough scan of her entire body, everything appeared normal.
With no alternatives, Li Zhixuan pushed the issue aside for now and started purging the built-up killing intent and demonic aura from her system over this period.
Yet this process resembled absorption or refinement more than simple removal, to some degree.
Thus, there was really no concern for her in this area.
However, the rest of the clansmen didn't possess that capability, so Li Zhirui had to intervene personally to cleanse the accumulated killing aura from them, preventing any negative impacts.
Regarding the rogue cultivators, Li Zhirui stopped handling them directly and instead set up a purification array at the base. As long as they stayed put for a while, the demonic aura inside would slowly get pulled out and dispersed.
Plenty of rogue cultivators trailed after the Li clan in retreat, aware that their lives—and their plentiful rewards—owed everything to the Li family's grace.
With the Li clan pulling out, abandoning them to the growing dangers of the war-ravaged Floating Light World, they'd probably face brutal deaths within days.
Naturally, a few overconfident types believed their power was unmatched. They opted not to head back to the base but to linger on the battlefield.
But harsh reality soon schooled them, revealing their true limits in short order.
Within mere days, the majority of these rogue cultivators met their ends; the survivors, jolted awake by the experience, scattered from the battlefield in panic, though likely only one in ten or less made it back unscathed to the base.
Li Zhirui offered no comments on these rogue cultivators' outcomes—their lives or deaths sprang from their own decisions; fault lay with no one else.
…
Time raced forward, and before long, over a hundred years slipped away.
Throughout this over-a-century span, the Li clan never slacked off; rather than pushing aggressive attacks like before, they focused more on honing and strengthening their members, with Li Zhixuan rarely joining the fray herself.
The purpose was to allow the Floating Light World time to recuperate and to curb world essence loss wherever feasible.
Even if a single hundred years couldn't fully mend every scar from the Floating Light World's conflicts, most had at least begun healing—that sufficed.
“Ninth Brother, I'm ready to act.” That day, Li Zhixuan went to Li Zhirui and shared her intentions.
“Proceed, then.”
He agreed she'd endured restraint long enough, yet couldn't resist advising, “Keep the assault from being too intense; ease up somewhat. We have ample time ahead.”