Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1836: 1387: Pending Repair

In a matter of mere hours, the Taixu Illusionary Realm descended from the heavens, rapidly closing the distance to the lands of Shanhai State.

By this time, the massive realm was clearly visible to the naked eye from the ground below.

“The Li family is truly blessed by fortune!” Several uninformed Loose Cultivators cried out in amazement. They immediately took to the sky, flying toward the phenomenon in hopes of securing some rare Spiritual Objects for themselves.

In contrast, the cultivators representing various factions embedded within Shanhai State recalled the sudden burst of Spirit Light that had recently erupted from Mount Wanxian. A sense of wariness filled them as they wondered: Did the Li family possess prior knowledge regarding the arrival of the Taixu Illusionary Realm?

Furthermore, observing the Li family’s lightning-fast mobilization, it was clear that no other power could compete with them at this stage.

Consequently, when these scouts sent reports back to their respective leaders, they included a grim realization: there was no longer any point in intervening. The Taixu Illusionary Realm had already been claimed by the Li family.

Meanwhile.

Li Liangxiang and the other experts standing guard at Mount Wanxian watched this magnificent sight unfold, finally letting out the breath they had been holding.

They had been plagued by anxiety that some unforeseen disaster might disrupt the drawing process. Had such a failure occurred, they would have considered themselves the greatest sinners of the clan.

It was common knowledge that this realm was a gift bestowed by the Heavenly Dao upon Li Zhirui. The family had spent months in meticulous preparation; if another sect had managed to snatch it away, it would have been a testament to their own utter uselessness!

Fortunately, no such tragedy took place. The operation proceeded without a hitch as the Taixu Illusionary Realm plunged toward their location at high speed.

As for the Loose Cultivators rushing in to find treasures, the Li family made no move to obstruct them, viewing their presence as a minor form of assistance to the cause.

Deep within the Taixu Illusionary Realm, the movements of the Li family disciples did not go unnoticed by the local denizens.

“Beings from the Outer Realm?!”

A Demon Cultivator, who had long ago succumbed to the Demonic Tao, felt a murderous light flicker in his eyes. With a chilling, distorted laugh, he lunged forward, shouting, “Surrender peacefully and become the nourishment for my ascension!”

To avoid perishing alongside the collapsing Cloud Mist Realm, these inhabitants had turned to any desperate measure. Hunting one another, draining Mana, and even consuming the marrow of their peers had become a frequent necessity for survival.

Had he retained even a shred of his sanity, he would have understood that his dreamt-of ascension was an impossibility.

The Cloud Mist Realm had already been seized by the Primal Spirit Realm.

Every aspect of this world—including its Heavenly Dao and every living soul—was being rapidly devoured and refined by the other world to serve as fuel for its own evolution.

However, his mind was now clouded by thick Evil Qi. He was obsessed only with slaughtering the cultivator before him, drinking his blood and absorbing his Mana, viewing the intruder as a living Human Pill that could provide a massive boost to his cultivation!

His fortune, however, was miserable. He had the misfortune of encountering Li Shan Yue, a standout prodigy of the Li family's younger generation. Though not yet a thousand years old, he had already reached the peak of the Individual Immortal realm and possessed mastery over a devastating Thunder Attack Divine Power!

“Hmph! You lowly demon, your arrogance is misplaced.”

Li Shan Yue spoke with cold contempt, though he remained inwardly vigilant. He knew that Demon Cultivators pushed to the brink of extinction were often erratic and capable of suicidal counterattacks. To ensure his safety, he approached the confrontation with extreme care.

As the enemy charged, Li Shan Yue raised his arm, discharging a violent surge of Thunder Light.

The Demon Cultivator skidded to a halt, frantically shifting his hand signs to conjure a defensive barrier in a desperate attempt to shield himself.

But he had gravely miscalculated the depth of Li Shan Yue’s power. The ferocious bolts carried a cataclysmic force, slamming into the barrier and shattering his defenses instantly. Exposed and vulnerable, he was immediately engulfed by the lightning.

“Ahhhh——”

A string of blood-curdling shrieks filled the air. The thunder did more than just burn his flesh; it surged into his body, tearing through his Meridians and causing agony beyond description.

Even Li Shan Yue was surprised by how easily his opponent crumbled, given how cautiously he had played his hand.

Upon reflection, however, it made sense. How powerful could a Demon Cultivator truly be if they relied on the Demon Cultivation Rapid Success Method to reach their level? He had simply given the wretch too much credit!

Eager to end the skirmish, Li Shan Yue did not pause his assault. Instead, he unleashed a series of Killing Moves to finalize the battle quickly.

The Demon Cultivator’s life force flickered like a dying candle. Despite this, Li Shan Yue maintained a safe distance and continued his barrage.

“No! I refuse to die! I cannot fall here! I am destined to ascend and reach the higher realms! No!”

The Demon Cultivator suddenly let out a frantic, howling roar, his voice saturated with a bitter refusal to accept his fate.

Despite his desperate struggles, the tide of battle remained unchanged. Under Li Shan Yue’s constant suppression, his aura grew fainter with every passing second.

Even with his fierce will to live, he was eventually vaporized by the relentless thunder, reduced to nothing but ash!

A sharp gust of wind swept through, catching the remains and scattering them into the void until every trace of him was gone.

Li Shan Yue stood silently, the Demon Cultivator’s final, desperate cries for life echoing in his thoughts.

Perhaps this man had once been a noble Banished Immortal who never intended to walk the Demonic Tao, only turning to such darkness when the Heavenly Dao failed and the world began to rot.

However, Li Shan Yue quickly shook off these somber reflections. In this era, the line between right and wrong had blurred into nothingness. He was not a savior, and there was no point in dwelling on the tragedies of the past.