Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1848: 1393: Seeking Death

A journey spanning hundreds of miles was nothing more than a brief moment for Li Zhirui.

Just as the Clan Leader had described, this region featured a Solitary Peak that pierced through the Tianming like a massive, vertical blade.

Under normal circumstances, one might simply admire this natural wonder, but shortly after his arrival, he witnessed a strand of Sword Qi manifest from thin air, erupting from the peak toward the heavens.

Li Zhirui sensed that the power behind this Sword Qi was not overwhelming; it was roughly equivalent to the strength of a Sword Cultivator at the Divine Transformation stage.

It was truly remarkable that such an extraordinary phenomenon occurred on a mountain that lacked concentrated Spiritual Energy and appeared otherwise mundane.

“How curious!”

With a sharp glint in his eyes, Li Zhirui moved closer. He extended his Divine Sense to scan the mountain’s interior and exterior, searching for the origin of that Sword Qi.

After a significant amount of time, he retracted his Divine Sense and slowly opened his eyes. He had found no irregularities or hidden mechanisms; to his perception, it was merely a mountain of unusual shape.

This outcome did not truly surprise him.

Sword Mountain had stood here for an eternity. The Ten Thousand Spirits Alliance, with its ancient and formidable Heavenly Immortals, had undoubtedly scrutinized this place without finding any answers.

If they had uncovered its mystery, they wouldn't have left Sword Mountain exposed in the wilds; they would have hidden it away to secure its secrets.

Since those legendary figures had yielded no results over the eons, what reason did Li Zhirui have to believe he could solve the puzzle so easily?

While he possessed great confidence in his abilities, he knew better than to underestimate any Heavenly Immortal, particularly the ancient ones who had survived for countless ages!

“The Great Thousand World truly holds endless wonders!” He sighed while gazing at the Solitary Peak.

As Li Zhirui continued his observations, another burst of Sword Qi tore into the sky, notably more potent than the one before.

“Is the strength of this Sword Qi escalating over time?”

His curiosity burned brighter, fueled by a desire to understand the logic behind these mysterious events.

With no urgent matters demanding his attention, Li Zhirui decided to stay a while longer. He wanted to investigate further, even if he didn't harbor high expectations for a breakthrough.

Every hour, the peak emitted a new Sword Qi. Its power climbed steadily from the level of a Divine Transformation Sword Cultivator to that of a Mahayana Sword Cultivator, covering a massive range of power before seemingly resetting the cycle.

He waited patiently for each emergence, trying to pinpoint the exact moment and location of its birth. However, it continued to appear as if from a void, leaving him with no clues.

This made Li Zhirui begin to doubt his theory that a unique Secret Realm was hidden there.

After several days of fruitless research, he prepared to depart. Even as a Heavenly Immortal, he accepted that many things in this world remained inexplicable and saw no point in being stubbornly obsessed with this one location.

“Maybe I should ask Zhixuan to examine this place when she returns; as a Sword Cultivator, she might possess a unique sensitivity to it,” he mused.

Just as Li Zhirui began to circulate his Mana to leave, a strange ripple manifested behind him.

“What?”

He spun around instantly, shocked to see that a spatial rift had suddenly torn open upon the mountain!

“What is happening?” This sudden development forced him into a state of high alert. He remained at a distance, using his Divine Sense to cautiously probe the opening.

Swoosh—

The sound of crashing waves echoed from within the rift. Initially, Li Zhirui thought the phenomenon had stabilized, and he momentarily relaxed his guard.

In that split second, a violent suction force surged from the rift, catching him completely off-balance and dragging him toward the abyss.

“This is bad!”

He immediately surged his Mana to anchor himself, but the pull was monstrously powerful. Having lost his footing at the start, he was ultimately swallowed by the rift.

Following a disorienting spatial transition, Li Zhirui regained his balance. He found himself standing in a maritime world, surrounded by a limitless blue ocean where distant islands appeared as tiny black specks on the horizon.

“This isn't right! I am no longer in the Primal Spirit Realm!” He was certain of this because his connection to the Heavenly Dao had been severed!

Such a disconnection was impossible if he were still within the boundaries of the Primal Spirit Realm!

“A previously undiscovered, brand-new Secret Realm?” Li Zhirui narrowed his eyes, contemplating whether this was a stroke of luck or a dangerous omen.

Sword Mountain had existed in the Northern Domain for eons without revealing a Secret Realm, yet it opened just days after his arrival!

Unfortunately, the Secret Realm had pulled him in without asking for his consent.

“Is there a link between this place and the Sword Qi outside?” Driven by a need for answers, Li Zhirui began to survey the Secret Realm, resolved to extract whatever benefits he could find!

He set his sights on the black specks he had seen earlier. While the vast ocean might hold secrets, searching it would be an immense task, so he decided to investigate the land first.

“They are indeed islands!”

Moving at high speed, he soon reached the cluster of islands. It was an archipelago consisting of five major islands and several smaller ones, each spanning a few miles.

He landed on the largest island first.

Boom—

Li Zhirui released his Divine Sense, blanketing the entire island instantly. He meticulously checked every corner to ensure nothing was missed.

Though this method was taxing, it was highly efficient and allowed him to find something significant quite quickly.

Inside a cave on the island, he discovered a series of murals that told a fascinating story.

The first mural showed a young boy finding a chipped, broken sword by the shore, swinging it around as if in play.

The second mural depicted the boy growing into a youth, his Sword Skills appearing far more disciplined and refined.

The third mural showed the youth leaving his small fishing village behind, having encountered a lucky opportunity to begin his path of Cultivation.

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The following murals chronicled the youth's journey through the world of Cultivation over many years. He rose from a lowly Loose Cultivator to a prominent member of a Great Sect, where he was held in high esteem.

The third-to-last mural depicted the man as a wandering Knight, using his sword to enforce justice and help the weak. Though his actions earned him many enemies, his immense strength and the backing of his Sect kept his foes at bay.

The second-to-last mural showed a brutal battlefield. The man stood alone against a massive swarm of Devil Beasts. He was covered in blood, standing atop a mountain of carcasses with even more dead beasts piled high before him.

Due to the sheer exhaustion of the endless slaughter, he looked as though he were on the verge of collapse, pushed to his absolute limit.