Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1948 - 1443: The Summoning

"While you're out on the investigation, hide yourselves thoroughly and safeguard your safety above all!"

After pondering briefly, Li Zhirui pulled out a handful of spirit pill bottles and passed them around to the team, explaining, "These are Concealing Breath and Merging Spirit Pills. Once you swallow them, your aura shifts to match the spiritual energy nearby. Even casting mana won't expose your real identity. Combine it with a hiding technique, and you'll greatly improve the odds of avoiding detection."

He had crafted this pill recipe on purpose, anticipating that the clan could often raid external domains for supplies down the line, or that figures like Li Zhixuan might seek to exploit those realms as tributes.

Naturally, right now, the level of this pill recipe remains fairly low—merely at the Loose Immortal Grade. For cultivators beyond that stage, its power would drop off sharply.

Truth be told, Li Zhirui's initial goal was to devise a pill recipe that could make one's aura completely fuse with heaven and earth, thus fooling the Heavenly Dao itself.

Yet that proved far too challenging—after all, each world stands apart. For the pill to pull off such a feat, it would need its own awareness and the ability to adapt on the fly!

Even intelligent beings with souls and minds struggle to achieve that, so how could anyone demand it from a simple pill?

Put simply, under current conditions, this remains pure delusion—a complete non-starter!

Therefore, Li Zhirui had to aim lower; drawing on the fact that all worlds—at least those he'd explored—possessed the same kind of spiritual energy, he developed the existing Concealing Breath and Merging Spirit Pill.

Putting that matter aside!

The majority of clan members failed to grasp why Li Zhirui issued this command with such intense vigilance. Yet nobody raised any objections, and strangely, a wave of restlessness and worry bubbled up within them without warning.

Consequently, they wasted no time at all, quickly assembling their squads and departing in various directions to perform the scouting.

"Fourth Brother, why does Ancestor Rui want us checking the surroundings like this? The cultivators from Floating Light Realm wouldn't really dare strike at us, would they?" This comment carried a touch of irritation.

They had been set to relax at the camp, but suddenly got dispatched on this errand. Some bitterness stirred in their minds as a result.

"Ancestor Rui's decisions make sense. Don't cause issues or spout groundless guesses!" The squad captain's expression soured, and he warned them quietly.

"Even so..." The speaker sulked, but facing the sharp look, he could only hunch his shoulders and hold his tongue.

Following this exchange, the mood among the group turned markedly more subdued.

They pressed on through the air for a while longer, now about one to two thousand miles away from the camp, yet they spotted absolutely nothing.

Unable to hold back, that clan member spoke up once more, "Fourth Brother, I said it before—nothing's going to happen. We've covered plenty of ground. Let's head back soon."

Irritated by the constant chatter, the fourth brother snapped, "Quiet down! Scout another thousand miles further!"

However, they barely covered a hundred or so miles before spotting, right in front, a huge army: countless demon cultivators and devil beasts charging straight toward them!

From the path they took, it seemed their main goal was the clan's back camp!

The ongoing battle lay nowhere close to this area, and even a rear ambush wouldn't justify heading in this direction.

In a flash, panic gripped every clan member, their faces draining to ashen white, with icy sweat drenching their backs instantly.

Had the Fourth Brother not pushed for more exploration earlier, they would have totally overlooked this army's presence, remained clueless about the impending catastrophe for the camp, and lost any shot at giving advance notice.

Moments later, the squad leader recovered his wits and whispered a hidden message: "Pop another Concealing Breath and Merging Spirit Pill, activate the aura-concealing method fully, stay utterly silent, and retreat to the camp right away!"

Seeing each clan member execute these steps with utmost care, he eased up a tad and guided the team in a hushed, covert pullback.

Luckily, the vast enemy horde moved at a sluggish speed, and soon enough, the scouts had left them well in the dust.

Finally free from detection fears, they sped toward the camp at full throttle. At the same time, Fourth Brother triggered multiple Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Talismans aimed at Li Zhirui; each one bore just the word: DANGER!

To dodge any interception that might expose their plans, he stuck to that lone word and fired off several in rapid succession—both to guarantee delivery and to underscore the dire emergency.

The outbound trip had lasted two or three hours, but the return took only one—proof of the desperate efforts and risks involved.

Upon reaching the camp, Li Zhirui felt his heart jolt when the first sound transmission talisman arrived; whatever the scouts faced must have been incredibly dangerous!

He wasted no time summoning the elders handling camp operations and, with a creased forehead, declared, "The camp faces a massive threat soon. An unknown horde of this realm's locals is set to assault our position!"

"Ancestor Rui, could you tell us the source of this info? Might there be fuller details?" one elder inquired, his brow knit in concern.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't probe, but the gravity here demanded extra vigilance.

Li Zhirui laid it out, beginning with his abrupt premonition, then describing the dispatch of scouts everywhere, and wrapping up with the flurry of sound transmission talismans that just arrived.

"Those native troops must number in the tens of thousands at least. Why else would that clansman Li Xiuting respond so urgently?"