Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1969: 1453: Sacrifice (2)

“What’s going on here? How could there suddenly be such a huge upheaval in the heavens and earth out of nowhere?”

While some folks remained puzzled, others snapped to attention right away, grinding their teeth and bellowing in outrage, “Damn invaders! They never had good intentions from the start!”

At first, everyone figured the intruders simply aimed to settle in this domain, grow Spiritual Objects there, or perhaps turn it into a forward base for the Li family during a future battle.

Yet, no one could have foreseen that none of those ideas were their true goal. Rather, their real plan was to dedicate the whole realm as an offering!

“If only we’d realized sooner, we would have battled them relentlessly, rather than falling for that nonsense about surrendering!”

Sure, the odds of winning might have been slim at that time, but there would have been some hope, unlike the current situation where resistance isn’t even possible.

Myriad Devil Beasts and Demon Cultivators brimmed with remorse, yet at this stage, regardless of their regrets or reluctance, nothing could be changed.

They lacked any means to halt the realm’s collapse and were doomed to perish alongside it!

BOOM——

A thunderous explosion suddenly rocked the Floating Light Realm, resounding across every corner. All beings experienced a profound void in their souls, as though a vital part of themselves had vanished.

Certain creatures raised their hands to their faces. Along with sorrowful tears, droplets of rain had begun pouring from above without warning.

This downpour, far from the usual life-giving showers that benefited everything, accelerated the realm’s ruin instead.

On the opposite end.

“Time to go!”

Li Zhirui glanced at the wavering spatial rift and declared.

With the Floating Light Realm on the verge of annihilation, all valuable assets would get consumed by the Primal Spirit Realm’s Heavenly Dao, while the passage through space turned volatile. Staying longer meant risking a fall into the Void, with no telling how long it would take to get back to the Primal Spirit Realm.

“Alright.”

Li Zhixuan pulled back her mind and shifted into Sword Light, darting through the spatial rift in a flash.

Beforehand, Li Zhirui had already prompted the rest of the clan to head home.

He stepped into the spatial rift last, and soon afterward, it burst apart, hastening the Floating Light Realm’s demise slightly more.

Nevertheless, in a remote spot, a bunch of Primal Spirit Realm natives were shrieking in panic.

“No! I’m not a native of this realm! I came from the Primal Spirit Realm!”

Those Loose Cultivators who had delayed their departure were clustered together. Heaven knows what plot they had in mind initially?

Regardless of their intentions, it all amounted to nothing at this juncture.

As moments ticked by, the Floating Light Realm, previously filled with cries and howls, fell eerily silent—since every life form had vanished.

In the end, the whole Floating Light Realm turned into a hollow husk.

After swallowing a Middle Thousand Worlds, the Primal Spirit Realm’s Heavenly Dao felt immense delight. As it integrated these forces into its core, digestion commenced without delay.

“Hmm?”

In a flash, every Heavenly Immortal across the realm keenly detected the shifts within the Heavenly Dao.

“Why has the Heavenly Dao grown so powerful all of a sudden?” Numerous Heavenly Immortals stood utterly confused, grasping no clue about the events.

With the Heavenly Dao’s enhancement, the realm itself started undergoing gradual transformations.

As the key orchestrators of this scheme, the Li family had no intention of announcing that the alterations stemmed from their efforts, allowing the Primal Spirit Realm to absorb an entire Middle Thousand Worlds.

Naturally, such a secret wouldn’t stay buried forever.

For one, the Li family had earlier gathered vast numbers of Loose Cultivators, dispatching them to Outer Worlds and sparking widespread attention, and now with droves of those Loose Cultivators back, a simple inquiry would reveal the truth.

Meanwhile.

Mount Wanxian.

“Ancestor Rui, Ancestor Xuan, you’ve finally returned.” Li Xiuyuan caught sight of their arrival and expressed with profound feeling.

“What’s wrong?”

Neither of them comprehended, assuming some disaster had struck the clan in their absence. Both turned to him for clarification.

“Nothing serious, it’s merely that your absence left me restless. With you here now, my worries have eased greatly.”

Li Zhirui and Li Zhixuan found themselves at a loss for words upon hearing this.

Next, he inquired, “For the clan members who came back first—have their rewards been inventoried?”

“The quantities are overwhelming; the count remains incomplete.”

In truth, those clan members had arrived merely half an hour ahead. Such limited time, combined with the immense piles of Spiritual Objects, techniques, and more, made swift completion impossible.

The responsible elders beheld the towering stacks of Spiritual Objects jumbled haphazardly and could only sigh. Ultimately, they enlisted other clan members to assist in the enumeration.

…

Being the primary force in subduing the Floating Light Realm, Li Zhixuan at last reentered the Primal Spirit Realm. Right then, the Heavenly Dao reacted, promptly distributing merit based on each person’s role.

Abruptly, a brilliant, massive golden merit cloud materialized over Mount Wanxian, and moments later, it unleashed rays of golden merit light scattering everywhere.

These merit light rays set out to locate their destined recipients—some pierced straight into the clan members beneath, while others soared afar.

Li Zhirui got a portion of merit too, albeit a small one—still preferable to none.

The once-vast golden merit cloud diminished sharply after the distribution and ultimately fused completely into Li Zhixuan’s form.

“Ancestor Xuan, by offering up a Middle Thousand Worlds on this occasion, how much merit did you obtain? To what extent can your karmic debt be settled?” Li Xiuyuan questioned, eyeing the descending merit with interest.

Karmic debt to the Heavens doesn’t get cleared outright; it involves a process of exchanging merit to balance it.

He wondered whether devoting a full Middle Thousand Worlds might suffice to erase all her accumulated karmic debts, enabling her to ascend and depart directly.

Li Zhixuan shook her head with regret and replied, “It’s still not enough.”

“What?! Even a Middle Thousand Worlds isn’t enough?”

“That’s not what I mean. It’s just that the merit I gained this time isn’t enough to completely resolve my karmic debt.”

Li Zhixuan clarified, “This conquest of the Floating Light Realm was thanks to the help of the clan members and Loose Cultivators, so the merit was split countless ways, not something I gained alone.”

Li Zhirui had anticipated as much inwardly and foreseen this result.

Yet, no alternatives existed. Conquering such a vast world single-handedly by Li Zhixuan was out of the question—assistance from others was essential.

After pondering briefly, he queried, “So how much karmic debt can be resolved?”

“About a little over seventy percent.”

The merit Li Zhixuan received was only around sixty percent.

That is to say, if she could gain a bit more merit, she could directly transcend the Primal Spirit Realm, instead of having to find another way now.