Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1968: 1453: Sacrifice

Indeed, such regulations served only as a deception to keep them off guard, ensuring they lingered in silence without stirring up any chaos.

Those Devil Beasts and Demon Cultivators truly found solace in the array of guidelines, even pondering that servitude to the Outer Realm Creatures might not prove so terrible if matters stayed this way.

At worst, it involved laboring for a period, yet the superior demons could readily command their subordinates to shoulder the burden, allowing them to preserve their former ways of living.

…

At the same time, upon the return of Li Zhixuan's group to the camp, a figure abruptly soared from what had been a vacant space.

“Jiu.”

This turned out to be Li Zhirui, concealed there to safeguard the spatial anchor.

“Has the major conflict concluded?” Observing the group's arrival, he swiftly inferred the battle's result.

From the headcount, it surpassed his anticipations.

“Affirmative. We overcame the formidable force assembled by the realm's inhabitants at a heavy cost, with the survivors yielding immediately.” Li Zhixuan summarized the conflict's progression concisely.

Upon hearing this, Li Zhirui arched a brow, yet with the crowd present, he refrained from elaborating—merely nodding as he remarked, “Excellent, although your return came sooner than planned. The three-month mark I established hasn't arrived yet.”

“Just a handful of days remain. We'll linger nearby for now.”

Following that, the assembly dispersed to their spots—some erected provisional cave dwellings, while others simply selected a location and settled.

Even the Loose Cultivators now conducted themselves with compliance, shunning any rash actions.

For one, the series of fights had drained them, so despite some recovery, their energies remained depleted, disinclined toward further exertion.

For another, their hauls were substantial; storage artifacts brimmed with precious spirit items, leaving no room for more.

Moreover, the timing of the spatial tear's emergence eluded them. Missing the return to the Primal Spirit Realm over minor gains would spell a foolish trade-off.

The interlude dragged on monotonously, uneventful and swift.

As the Li family in the Primal Spirit Realm triggered the World Traveling Technique, Li Zhirui held back from interference, permitting the channel to form overhead.

“Time to depart.”

On this occasion, diverging from their entry, the initial departures weren't Li clansmen but Loose Cultivators—not from wariness, given the abundance of Li members across the passage, barring any desire to dwell in the Floating Light Realm.

Yet should they elect to remain, their prowess offered no path to dominance; rather, natives would likely eliminate them.

The true motive lay in detaining Li Zhirui, Li Zhixuan, and select informed kin to the end.

Li Zhirui and companions could assist in arranging the sacrificial formation, while assessing the merits earned and karma alleviated from offering such a realm.

Roughly fifteen minutes passed before every Loose Cultivator and clan relative exited the Floating Light Realm, isolating the five.

“Commence.”

With those words, Li Zhirui retrieved from his storage artifact the diverse materials for the sacrificial setup.

These items had entered the Floating Light Realm from the outset, and given his rear-guard role and potency, he naturally held custody.

Regarding the sacrificial formation, despite its imposing ring, it essentially adapted the guiding array.

Its sole purpose involved summoning the Primal Spirit Realm's Heavenly Dao here, leveraging its vast might to overpower this realm's Heavenly Dao, then extracting the world's essence, law energies, and similar.

Thus, the formation soon stood ready.

Li Zhixuan mounted the central platform and ignited the array, channeling her power to invoke the Primal Spirit Realm's Heavenly Dao, prompting this world to detect immense danger!

Darkness swiftly cloaked the heavens, roiling dark clouds amassed, and within moments, dread retribution brewed—massive lightning snakes twisting and gleaming, poised to strike.

Yet precisely then, she forged the link with the Primal Spirit Realm's Heavenly Dao!

A more profound and overwhelming energy crashed into the Floating Light Realm, instantly demolishing over half the celestial wrath.

Li Zhirui, gazing upward at the shifts, saw his eyes widen sharply.

The Primal Spirit Realm's Heavenly Dao proved utterly overbearing—emerging scantily, yet wresting substantial authority over this domain straight from its native Heavenly Dao?!

“Ancestor Rui, our powers surge back swiftly!” A kin member exclaimed nearby.

Of course, Li Zhirui sensed it too—actually ahead of the others.

He now pondered: did the Primal Spirit Realm's Heavenly Dao overwhelm due to sheer superiority, or had the Floating Light Realm, through their incursion, forfeited origin and weakened its Heavenly Dao—or maybe both—yielding this result!

But shortly, such musings faded from mind.

“Never foresaw this boon! Hasten! Steady your minds and silently grasp the laws emerging from the clash of the two Heavenly Daos! Caution: avoid immersion, or risk your spirit soul's Daoization.”

After cautioning the kin, Li Zhirui banished distractions and immersed wholly in perceiving the unfolding Purification Principle.

No one foresaw this twist—after all, the Li family hadn't sacrificed a world before, marking their debut.

Had they anticipated it, the others wouldn't have departed, and reinforcements might have joined.

Alas, lacking precedent cost them this windfall.

Li Zhirui strained to absorb the Purification Principle, aiming to exploit the moment for greater insight and command over this law.

The remaining kin concentrated similarly, reluctant to waste the chance.

Yet the law display ceased abruptly!

For the Primal Spirit Realm's Heavenly Dao had 'vanquished' the local one and commenced devouring its essence, restoring tranquility.

As the laws fully faded, Li Zhirui's eyes snapped open, regret etching his features—it spanned barely fifteen minutes; more duration would have helped.

Unfortunately, such extension lay distant.

With the realm's Heavenly Dao subdued and origin siphoned by the Primal Spirit Realm's, the whole domain exhibited breakdown omens.

Tears and fissures scarred the skies, void mists gushing endlessly, as the earth quaked fiercely, peaks tumbling and rocks cascading.

Doomsday gripped the world—destruction loomed everywhere, the firmament and terrain fracturing.

…

From the instant the sacrificial formation activated, Devil Beasts and Demon Cultivators dispersed across the Floating Light Realm, beholding these cataclysmic visions, plunged into frenzy and dread.

What in the world is this?

The end of days has arrived!

How could this be?

Why is everything collapsing like this?

The sky tears open!

Run for your lives, everyone!

But where to flee?

This realm is shattering!

The Outer Realm Creatures deceived us all along!

“They never intended to let us live! From the start, they planned to sacrifice this world to their Heavenly Dao!”

Someone finally pieced it together, shouting in horror as panic spread like wildfire, with demons scattering in all directions, yet finding no escape amid the crumbling chaos.

The stronger ones tried fleeing toward spatial anomalies, but the rifts led only to oblivion, swallowing any who approached.

Lower-tier demons perished in droves, crushed by falling debris or engulfed by fissures.

“It's over... we're doomed,” a high-grade demon lamented, watching the apocalypse unfold.

Chaos reigned as the world disintegrated, cries and roars filling the air, but nothing halted the inexorable doom.

The sacrificial rite continued unabated, the Floating Light Realm's Heavenly Dao yielding completely, its power flowing into the Primal Spirit Realm.

In the end, only silence remained.