Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1854: 1396: Pending Revision

Li Zhirui had avoided using his genuine likeness, which meant the Ten Thousand Spirits Alliance remained oblivious to the true nature of the situation. Misled by false clues, there was no way for them to uncover the right path.

Ultimately, the Ten Thousand Spirits Alliance relied on a sketch drawn from the memory of a minor race’s Clan Leader. They squandered a massive amount of resources cross-referencing this image with every human race Heavenly Immortal, yet not a single match was found!

Their exhaustive efforts yielded nothing but a heavy loss of precious Spiritual Objects.

Despite their frustration, the Ten Thousand Spirits Alliance was forced to halt their search; otherwise, the drain on their treasury would become unbearable.

Consequently, the once-massive manhunt shifted into a quiet, low-profile investigation.

Naturally, the previous movements of the Ten Thousand Spirits Alliance had piqued the interest of various powers, many of whom dispatched agents to uncover the truth.

They failed to gather any significant intelligence, however, encountering only a calculated rumor: a human race Heavenly Immortal had supposedly pilfered several invaluable Spiritual Objects from the Ten Thousand Spirits Alliance.

While some believed the tale and others remained skeptical, none of it mattered to Li Zhirui, who had already departed from the Northern Domain!

Though he was aware the Ten Thousand Spirits Alliance was scouring the world for him, he remained unbothered. Those deeds had not been committed by his current persona or identity, so he felt no anxiety about being discovered.

After his departure, he began a journey across the East Continent to witness firsthand how the world’s recent ascension had transformed the land.

Comparing the scenery before him to the world as it was millennia ago, Li Zhirui noted that it wasn't just the density of Spiritual Energy that had increased; there was a newfound sense of vitality and a clearer Dao Rhyme!

Furthermore, the numerous territories once occupied by the Demonic Tao and Devil Race on the East Continent had vanished!

In the past, these dark forces were permitted to exist to provide cultivators with a place for tempering themselves and gathering Spiritual Objects, but that system had been entirely dismantled.

The reasoning was straightforward: it was no longer profitable!

With the surge in Spiritual Energy, converting those lands into areas for the Cultivation of Spiritual Objects offered far greater returns than before.

As for the concern that cultivators might grow weak without those training grounds, each Sect or power would simply have to devise their own methods to toughen their disciples.

The Li family faced no such issue; the boundless East Sea provided them with more than enough room for unrestricted training.

Additionally, internal clan competitions served to significantly bolster the combat prowess of the family members.

“What a truly vibrant and flourishing scene!” Li Zhirui remarked to himself, unable to hide his awe at the sight.

Since the evolution of the Primal Spirit Realm, it was conservatively estimated that the collective power of the Immortal Tao had surged by at least thirty percent!

Even if other factions had not progressed as rapidly, they likely weren't trailing far behind.

As Li Zhirui traversed the East Continent, he encountered not only a higher number of cultivators but also individuals of significantly higher strength.

“Hah!”

Just as he was admiring the view, a mocking laugh echoed from his side, followed by a cold, detached voice: “What flourishing scene? This is clearly a precarious situation—like flowers blooming on a funeral shroud or oil boiling over an intense fire!”

“Hmm?”

Li Zhirui turned toward the speaker and found an elderly man standing nearby, his forehead etched with deep furrows from years of constant frowning.

“What do you mean by that?”

For this journey, Li Zhirui had masked his true Cultivation, appearing to the old man as a mere fellow Human Immortal.

“Have you not noticed that the population of cultivators has nearly doubled in recent years? And that is just a conservative guess; the reality is likely much higher!”

The old man spoke with a grim expression. “The growth of the cultivator population is too explosive, far outstripping the expansion of the Primal Spirit Realm. Do you realize the consequences if this persists?”

Without pausing for Li Zhirui’s input, the old man added, “Either a global war involving every living soul will erupt, or the world itself will reach its breaking point and shatter!”

“In light of this, do you truly have the peace of mind to admire this view?”

“Hahahaha…”

Hearing this dire lecture, Li Zhirui couldn't help but laugh out loud. After a moment, he stopped and said, “Aren’t you being a bit too paranoid?”

“You see only the rapid rise of cultivators, but you forget that the Primal Spirit Realm is far from a safe haven. It is a dangerous world where brutal conflicts can ignite at any moment.”

“Once a war begins, how many lives will be extinguished? Not to mention the power of the Heavenly Dao—if there were a true threat of collapse, do you think the Heavenly Dao would simply watch from the sidelines?”

“Furthermore, if the sky falls, the giants will be the ones to hold it up. Given our lowly status, isn't worrying about such things just inviting unnecessary trouble?”

“Humph!” The old man snorted with irritation. “If everyone shares your mindset, the Primal Spirit Realm is truly doomed to sink into the Ruinous Void!”

Li Zhirui shook his head faintly. He didn't agree, but he chose not to argue further.

Both men were experienced veterans who had seen much of the world; neither was likely to be convinced by a stranger’s casual opinion.

Noticing the silence, the old man shifted his gaze and asked, “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” Li Zhirui replied with a shake of his head. “What brings you here, Fellow Daoist?”

“I am monitoring the influx of new cultivators in the East Continent,” the old man answered shortly. He then turned and walked away, clearly unwilling to waste more time on someone he deemed indifferent to the world's fate.