Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan

Chapter 1945: Chapter 1441: Rest (2)

Aside from Ziwei, who knew the inside story, all the other Divines were extremely curious, wanting to know what those two Star Lords were doing to stir up such a commotion.

Many Divines cast out their Divine Sense, intending to understand the situation, but all were blocked by the Divine Light.

Unless they intended to offend and provoke Li Chengsheng and Li Chengshuo, none dared to shatter the Divine Light.

But clearly, no Divine would be so foolish or reckless.

“What exactly are those two doing?!”

This kept countless Divines in suspense, for the uproar was indeed rather great.

In the Palace of the Polestar, that confidant subconsciously rose slightly, wanting to say something, but upon glimpsing the satisfied smile on Ziwei’s face, paused abruptly and quietly resumed their previous posture.

As if they had no knowledge at all that the oft-watched Sun and Moon Divine Domain had now produced such a rare occurrence!

But to return to the matter at hand!

The emergence of the Heavenly Dao Consciousness appeared as if it was inspecting the Micro Light World; finding no issues, an overwhelming and abyssal force immediately descended.

Crack—

In a corner invisible to the Divines, a crisp shattering sound rang out; Heavenly Dao Power followed the fracture, entering Micro Light, and began to devour this Minor Thousand World’s Heavenly Dao.

Micro Light’s Heavenly Dao simply had no power to resist. There was an immense gap in strength and grade between the two sides, and now that the other party had broken in, it only realized something was wrong too late—resistance was impossible now.

As the world essence was frenziedly absorbed, heaven and earth changed color, scenes of the apocalypse played out in Micro Light one after another, and within the short span of a quarter of an hour, a once-whole world became utterly shattered!

In the end, after the Primal Spirit Heavenly Tao had absorbed all of the world’s essence, it retracted its ‘tentacles’, and Micro Light was completely destroyed, plummeting from some point in the Void, falling endlessly toward the Ruinous Void below.

Perhaps along the way, it might be discovered by another world, reduced to a Taixu Illusionary Realm, even its ravaged remains wholly consumed!

If not for the vast distance between the two worlds, not even this bit of “residue” would have been left, let alone the absorption of the world essence.

Once the Heavenly Dao returned, a Merit Golden Cloud manifested out of thin air above Li Chengsheng and Li Chengshuo’s heads, splitting nearly in half as it sank into both their bodies.

Without hesitation, they closed their eyes, carefully and attentively comparing within, then slowly opened their eyes again.

“Big Brother, the Merit gained from sacrificing a Minor Thousand World is really too little to pay off our karma…” Li Chengshuo was rather disappointed, and couldn’t help but complain in her heart.

They spent over a decade and invested much manpower, resources, and wealth, yet the outcome was completely below expectations—feeling disappointed was only natural.

“This is just a Minor Thousand World; the supplement it offers to the Heavenly Dao is not great, so naturally, there is little Merit. Besides, conquering Micro Light wasn’t solely our doing—the Merit had to be divided further.”

Li Chengsheng, on the other hand, seemed to have foreseen this and was not too disappointed, even somewhat satisfied. He said, “Take it slow; there’s no need to rush. At least this direction is correct.”

Unlike the method they previously used, leveraging the Star Birth Secret Technique to hasten the transformation of Chaotic Spiritual Energy, this way of accumulating Merit was even slower—a hundred years of effort might not yield as much as this!

With a word of comfort, her mood improved a little.

The disturbance the two had stirred up attracted the attention of countless Divines; once the Divine Light barrier was lifted, they saw a crowd of Divines gathering outside, all casting curious gazes toward the inner Divine Domain.

Unfortunately, the traces had been wiped clean; nothing could be gleaned any longer.

“May I ask why all of you have come?” Li Chengsheng feigned ignorance and inquired.

“Divine Monarch, may I ask why an aura of Heavenly Dao Will and Heavenly Dao Power appeared just now?” A lesser Divine, likely prompted by someone else, directly and succinctly voiced the crux of their question.

After considering it for a moment, Li Chengsheng ultimately decided to let slip a small hint, so they would be aware of his actions.

“Transcend and leave?” All the gathered Divines were shocked as they looked at the two. It was the last thing anyone would have guessed.

After all, such matters were far removed from their own station. To cultivate to the Heavenly Immortal Realm was already a luxury for most Divines, let alone the much harder path of transcendence—few had even considered it.

The few Divine Emperors who learned of this also fell silent for a long time.

Looking back at Li Chengsheng and Li Chengshuo now, they suddenly understood why the two were so low-key, for their sights were no longer confined to the Primal Spirit World but aimed toward the vaster Void.

They themselves held cultivation and prowess at the Heavenly Immortal level, yet had never entertained thoughts of transcendence, nor scarcely ever spoken of it.

This was not only due to inadequacy of cultivation, but also a lack of far-sightedness.

At the same time, they now understood why Ziwei had shown no reaction to Li Chengsheng and Li Chengshuo’s actions in recent years—it turned out he had known the reason all along and, knowing the siblings’ ambition lay elsewhere, naturally ceased to target them further.

…

On the other side.

Li Zhixuan was called back by Li Zhirui and, upon being told the reason, calmly reflected on her own past behavior. She, too, sensed something was wrong, and grew suspicious as to why she had suddenly become anxious recently.

Could it be she had unwittingly fallen victim to someone’s plot?

However, after carefully inspecting every part of her body, she found nothing out of the ordinary.

Left with no choice, Li Zhixuan had to temporarily set the matter aside, beginning to clear away the killing intent and demonic aura that had accumulated within her during this time.

Yet rather than cleansing, it was more akin to a form of absorption or refinement to a certain extent.

So in this respect, there was no need to worry about her at all.

But the other clansmen lacked such ability, so Li Zhirui had to personally step in to help them purify the killing aura built up within, lest they be adversely affected.

As for those rogue cultivators, Li Zhirui no longer took direct action, but instead established a kind of purification restriction at the stronghold. So long as they remained there for a time, the demonic aura within them would gradually be drawn out and dissipated.

Many rogue cultivators actually retreated following the Li clan, for they knew that their very survival, let alone their ample gains, were all thanks to the Li family’s benevolence.

Now that the Li clan had withdrawn, leaving themselves in the increasingly perilous, war-torn Floating Light World, they would likely meet a violent end in a matter of days.

Of course, there were always some who thought too highly of themselves, believing their own strength to be great. They chose not to return to the stronghold, but to remain on the battlefield.

Yet reality would teach them a harsh lesson, quickly showing them their own limitations.

In just a few days, most of these rogue cultivators perished; the rest, harshly awakened by the ordeal, fled the battlefield in disarray, but perhaps only a tenth or even fewer managed to return intact to the stronghold.

Li Zhirui had little to say about the fate of these rogue cultivators—their deaths or survival were the results of their own choices; no one else was to blame.

…

Time flew swiftly by, and in a flash, more than a hundred years had passed.

During this century and more, the Li clan had by no means remained idle; it was just that instead of the previous fierce offensives, it now inclined more toward training and tempering its clansmen, and Li Zhixuan herself seldom made a move.

The reason for this was to give Floating Light World a chance to recover and to minimize, as much as possible, the loss of world essence.

Though a mere hundred years might not heal every wound the Floating Light World suffered in war, at least most had mended—this was already enough.

“Ninth Brother, I intend to make my move.” On this day, Li Zhixuan approached Li Zhirui and spoke her mind.

“Go, then.”

He, too, felt she had been held back long enough, but still could not help but urge, “Do not launch too fierce an assault; go a little easier. There is still plenty of time.”