Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1991 - 1464: Conclusion (Part 2)

How could they possibly ignore that such actions would open the door for the Sea Clan to invade the West Continent, planting massive hidden threats? The Sea Clan’s insatiable hunger for waterways meant that, upon gaining a foothold, they’d push relentlessly to widen their domain.

In that scenario, endless waves of intense battles against the Sea Clan were bound to break out, draining their vitality and supplies to a great degree.

Yet, what choice did they have? They surely couldn’t idly witness their ancestral territories and Mountain Gates being breached without lifting a finger, right?

Naturally, a bit of vengeance towards the cultivators was woven into the mix.

Your folks killing Demon Cultivators behind the lines was something they could stomach, but undermining their core foundations? That’s unforgivable!

And pretending not to know? Well, who made you part of the Immortal Tao too?

Anyway, let’s return to the current situation!

Upon noticing the Demonic Tao’s withdrawal, the Sea Clan refrained from chasing the cultivators without mercy or aiming to wipe them out entirely—because a far greater prize had emerged, one that could revive their past splendor and potentially crown them as overlords of the Primal Spirit Realm!

To claim the West Continent’s waters!

So, they only sent thirty percent of their Water Devils to hold back the cultivators, merely to stop any interference with their grand plan, not insisting on total annihilation.

It wasn’t necessary anyway, and honestly, it wasn’t feasible—with numerous Heavenly Immortal Cultivators among the cultivators.

With the Sea Clan’s aims so obvious, how could the cultivators not perceive them? But they lacked the strength to halt it—particularly as the West Continent’s own rulers had already surrendered—so what point was there in dying for it?

Besides, no rivers linked the East and West Continents, so there was little worry that the Sea Clan would infiltrate the East through aquatic paths.

Furthermore, as Water Devils clashed with Demon Cultivators in the West Continent, the Immortal Tao forces on either side gained some relief.

From the Immortal Tao’s viewpoint, this could almost be seen as a silver lining. However, for the whole of humanity, it represented a colossal lurking disaster.

Unfortunately, the cultivators were struggling just to survive—how could they concern themselves with broader issues?

Moreover, with the native overlords—the Demon Cultivators—not giving a damn, what could mere visitors achieve?

All they could do was hold a defensive line and seek openings to break free from the Sea Clan’s siege.

Unbeknownst to them, the West Continent was already engulfed in warfare, battle zones sprawling across it.

A band of Demon Cultivators got there ahead, blocking the cultivators from assaulting a particular Mountain Gate.

"What’s the meaning of this! We’re putting our lives on the line at the front to fight and kill Water Devils; we’re all humans—if you won’t assist, fine, but why undermine our core, denying us any respite against the foe?" a Demon Cultivator bellowed in fierce reprimand.

The cultivators were briefly dazed by the sharp rebuke, and it was only upon snapping back that some showed hints of shame on their expressions.

No matter the angle, this situation seemed utterly incongruous.

In the old days, cultivators always claimed the moral high ground, condemning and looking down on Demon Cultivators—but now the roles had flipped.

Still, on this occasion, the actions of the cultivators and Human Dao were indeed dishonorable—the Demon Cultivators spoke the truth.

"If you wish to resolve the karma, head to the Far West Land and battle the Sea Clan—cultivators are still defending there, needing your help!"

Before departing, the Demon Cultivator gave a last caution, saying, "If you keep striking at our foundations, then let’s sever ties and part ways—it’d mean nothing if the Sea Clan dominates the world, turning all humans into their dried-up slaves."

Following that admonition, they truly halted their assaults and turned west, assembling with increasing numbers to fight the Sea Clan.

With the passage of time, after a few months, the chaos in the Western Continent slowly settled. Wars and killings continued, but surprise attacks had ceased.

Reinforcements from the Southern Domain—cultivators and Human Dao practitioners—had arrived at the western fronts, while the Demon Cultivators rejoined the fray.

Nevertheless, the Sea Clan maintained control over various rivers, lakes, and inland water bodies; no matter how united the efforts, expulsion was impossible.

As a result, both sides’ front lines moved to the water’s edges, sparking savage clashes frequently. The nonstop carnage colored the surrounding earth in mere months.

While every group battled fiercely upfront, calculations showed that two or three more months would bring the Great Calamity to a close.

But at that moment, an unexpected twist that no one could foresee struck!

A long-lost group, erased from memory—the Ghost Clan—burst back onto the scene, apparently having plotted this emergence for ages.

Immediately, they grabbed a northern region, avoided clashing with Demon Cultivators by just expelling them, and started building fortifications.

Their actions screamed their goal: permanent residence in the West Continent!

The cultivators and Human Dao folks dismissed it entirely; news of it barely registered before being ignored.

In their recollections, the Ghost Clan remained that weak group, always on the run from Yin God pursuits.

Particularly in recent years within the Primal Spirit Realm, the Ghost Clan appeared to have disappeared completely—no traces left—as though the Yin God had eradicated them.

Their return didn’t spark any fears of strength or threat; instead, they viewed the Ghost Clan as scavengers sneaking in amid the turmoil.

"Damn it!"

Demon Cultivators shared similar views, but that only fueled their rage further!

If a mighty power like the Sea Clan took land, fair enough—but a trifling Ghost Clan? How bold to attempt this?

Do you consider the Demonic Tao powerless?!

However, with the Tribulation Evil Energy clearly fading from the world—heralding the end—they had to bottle their fury and bide their time.

Primarily, they aimed to use the period when cultivators and Human Dao allies still supported them to push back the Sea Clan, recover some water territories, and alleviate their crisis.

Yet the Sea Clan, focused on long-term prospects, paid any price to cling to their aquatic bastions and wouldn’t yield an inch.

Consequently, successive ferocious conflicts erupted, claiming horrific numbers of lives!

In each major clash, the Sea Clan suffered massive losses, yet the three human sides kept tasting defeat.

...

Time raced like a galloping horse—vanished in a blink!

After these decades of mad bloodshed, the abrupt Great Calamity had at last concluded!

The overcast, somber sky and land brightened, like after a downpour that cleansed all—imparting a sense of total freshness and banishing the remaining heaviness.

"Finally over!"

Although merely a few decades had passed, to everyone, it seemed like an eternity.